The Game Show Affect [†] Luke Hemmings

~10~

Quinn let out a dramatic sob and dammned the girls who were still here, before Victor, her escort person, accompanied her on her long journey back to Michigan. Only three weeks and two days until my dad gets to Manhattan. I promised my dad that I would try to do this. Besides Colton would be thrilled to meet his man crushes.

It was time to eat dinner, so Delta, Jessa and I made our ways to our usual table, where we were served pizza. Even without being a fan girl, I know how much Michael enjoys his Italian bread, smothered in tomato sauce and toppings. Especially because of the amount of time we've been spending together. The boys tend to avoid the fan girls as much as possible. They like normality; and these girls surely aren't normality.

"Hey." Calum fell into the empty chair at our table. "How are you three liking the game so far?"

"Do you want my honest answer, or the positive one?" I asked playfully, Delta stomping on my foot under the table."I'm kidding. Its better than expected, but I have reasons as to why I really don't want to be here." Hurt crossed Calums face.

"Oh." Was all he said.

"Its not any of you boys." I giggled. "I've grown to quite love everybody, actually. Its more so family stuff."

Calum nodded, "Understandable, I guess. What about you two?"

Now, one would thing that Delta and Jessa, being the more mature fans, would respond with a normal response like 'its amazing, truly a once in a life time experience!'. But no. They, for some unapparent reason, had this outburst of fangirl-ism. Jessa bit down on her fist to keep from squealing, while Delta has this total "Asdfghjkl" moment and couldn't even speak. Calum looked at me with eyes that read 'Over the top fangirls? How'd they hide it this long? Whaaat?'

"Naw, I'd say they love it. Especially cause they met me." I winked playfully. "I guess they're Calum girls."

"How do you figure?"

"Hm," I pondered the thought, smiling crookedly. "Take off your shirt and see if they go into cardiac arrest."

***

"This week," Ashton announced as we all cluttered the couches, "is a contest!"

I rolled my eyes, somewhat humorously, "Isn't this whole thing a contest, Genius?"

Ashton pulled a face, "Shut up, Walker. Anyway, as I was saying. This week the girls choose the boy and they plan the event. Get creative. Amy says it can be fun, romantic--may I remind you this is not the bachelor--simple or sweet. The best even for each of us will be chosen and a secret prize will be given to the four girls."

I looked as Luke; I need him. Its like my body actually craves his attention. Itakes me realize that there is no way he likes me back, he never actually choses me. Maybe spending time with me will change that... Maybe.

"In order of last names!"