23 February 2016
12:57
"So uh, I hate to bring this up now during the middle of lunch, but I'm leaving in two days," Callum said, digging his fork into his lunch.
"Ok," I sighed, "here do you need me to drive you?"
"Well, the airport for starters, terminal 108. I have my plane ticket and everything scheduled. Let's not talk about it now though, I don't want to think of leaving."
"Alright then," Harry chuckled, lightly. "How about we spend today... Watching movies and sitting on my beautiful couch."
"Actually, I remember you telling me you own Fifa. Do you have 16?" I asked, plopping down on the couch.
"Yup, but I'm really not good at it. Just opening packs."
"You owe me."
Harry placed the disk into the tray and pressed a button and the tray took it in. He turned on the T.V and handed me a red controller. "Thanks."
Harry plopped down next to me, holding a controller equal to mine, but in blue. "What team do you want?" he asked, opening up multiplayer.
"I'm taking my good ol' boys, Chelsea."
"Good pick, I hope they'll fair well against my Manchester."
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23 February 2016
14:29
"Oh that's absolutely rubbish! Ref! Ref! Ref!" Cal shouted, throwing his arms up in the air.
"You know, you've won two games so far and I've won one. I don't think you should worry about a ref right now."
"Shut up, Harry. Even if I'm winning, I need the refs in my favour."
I laughed at that statement, "Since when were the refs never not in your favour?"
"Just now." I quickly paused the game before anything else could happen. Cal looked like he could turn into a raging monster right now.
"Well if that's important to you, I guess I'm in your favour."
"Are you implying that you fancy me?" A smirk slowly started to creep across his face.
"Only if you do."
"Well Harold," he sighed, leaning back, "you could say I like you, but only a little bit."
"Just a little bit?"
"Okay maybe a bit more than little," he smiled, poking my side.
"I guess I could say the same about you." I placed my controller in my left hand, and quickly pulled up a fuzzy blanket with my right. Cal scooted closer to me and I paused the game.
He took a deep breathe, then exhaled, "Maybe I like you. Not just a little, but just, well, like you."
"I like you just a little bit more now," I smiled, messing with his hair.
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Fanfiction-Number 8 on vikklan- -Number 4 on wroetofreezy- Teachers always tell you not to write on your arm. Ink poison and skin problems can happen because you used a black, ball point pen that had cat stickers all over it. I'm calling bull on that one...
