Luke:
"What did you get him?" Calum asked, trying to catch up with your fast feet, even though his legs were properly twice as big as yours. "I didn't really know what to get him. School is tuff and my work isn't paying the best, but I didn't just want to give him something cheap from the Tiger store." You explained, crossing the road, Calum right behind you. "So I texted one of my old friends, back from home, and I found out that he had some business here in Australia." Walking down the path of some old street, you came down to a gloomy little shop, with basically no people around. "He always loved being creative. And he loved playing the guitar. So I contacted him, chatted for a bit, and asked him for some help." Still not quiet knowing what in the world you were talking about, Calum followed you when you opened the door to the shop, the smell of wood and guitar strings, filling his nose. "Hey Kyle." You smiled, walking over to him, hugging. "This is Calum. He's in Luke's band." You explained and Kyle and the boys shook their hands. "So Y/N it took me quite some time, but it is finally done:" He smiled and handed you the little box. A grin spread across your face, and you gave the box to Calum, wanting him to open it. Opening the box he was met by a little white plectrum, small music notes patterns around it and Luke's initials written in the middle with italics. "Wow." He breathed. "He's going to love it."
Calum:
A sigh left Calum's lips as he pressed the accept button with the mouse, the check from the website now sent to his mail. "What if she's going to hate me?" He asked looking over at Luke with a puzzled look. "Why would she hate it? Dude which girl would hate a trip to Paris with her boyfriend?" Luke asked, walking over to the printer, pressing the "on" button. "I think she would love it, I really do, but she told me sternly that she didn't want anything really expensive. She says she's not worth it." Luke let out a sarcastic chuckle, rolling his eyes at Calum, making him snap his head towards the blond haired boy. "Calum think about it. If you went on a trip together, your relationship could take a whole new level. Get to know each other better. Be romantic and eat snails at the top of the Eiffel tower while looking out at the gazing stars. Let her forget about the money and let her just enjoy her time with you. We earn so much money right now with the album out. Who needs to think out the money?" Luke spoke up, finishing his speech by pressing the "printer" button on the computer, making the machine print out two plane tickets. "That's the longest speech I've heard you say, without stuttering or forgetting the words." Calum said a smile in the corner of his lips. "But thank you."
Michael:
"You can't be serious right?" Ashton asked, in disbelief, walking down the corridor with Michael, taking a turn towards the candy shelves. "Nope, she told me sternly, that she didn't want anything expensive. She said she would appreciate every little single thing I would get her." He explained, taking a bag of meringues. Checking its cover, so it was the right flavor - strawberry, your favourite. "Luke got his girl a promise ring. And you're getting yours a bag of sugar shit?" He asked, still not convinced about his idea. Rolling his eyes at Ashton, Michael went down to the drinks and found an Ice Tea, making sure is was the brand Nestea, with the flavor peach. "I've got this shit okay? I asked her best friend what would be a great gift for Christmas and she suggested a massive bag of things she likes." He said walking over to the technical department, looking around for your favourite TV show. "So I've collected so many things she love, like these meringues, ice tea, liquorice rolls, her favourite type of hot chocolate, small bubblegums and now I'm trying to find her favourite show but I'm not sure what it's called." He said mumbling the last part. "What it's about?" Ashton asked trying to help. "It's about four girls, and someone is dead. But every time I try to ask her about it, she freaks out and pulls her hand over my mouth. I'm not allowed to talk, whilst she's watching it." Michael laughed.
Ashton:
"What about Michael?" Ashton asked, tossing the massive teddy penguin into a bag, walking out of the shop, lacing your fingers. "I know exactly what to get him." You laughed, pulling Ashton towards a hair shop in the mall. "What did you had in mind?" He asked, seeing the different wigs around the shop with toupee hair. "I'm serious, if he doesn't cut his hair off soon, or do something drastically, it clearly will fall off. You reassured, pulling Ashton to the back of the shop. Looking at a massive stall of shampoos, conditioner, hair repair, and things he couldn't really name, you went over to a familiar product and started to check the different bottles out. "Hey I've seen those before." He laughed, taking a bottle in his hands. "We have this at home, don't we?" He asked, placing the bottle back on its original place. "Yeah it's my favourite brand; I have like all the different kinds of bottle you can own."You giggled, taking a white bottle, with orange title letters. "I think this would be good for him." You said, handing Ashton the bottle. "What is it?" He asked, furrowing his eyebrows, eyeing the bottle. "It's Aussie Colour mate 3 min treatment. It helps you with damaged hair, or if it have been colored too much." You explained, and went up to the cashier, Ashton right behind you. "If you think it's great then I'll trust you." He laughed.
