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<h1 style="font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: times; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 12px; text-align: start;"><strong style="font-size: 10px;">Ashton: It seemed like nothing amused the press more than the two year age gap between you and your boyfriend Ashton. If you read one more article calling him your 'boy toy' you were going to lose it. Neither of you had ever thought other people would find it such a big deal and you tried your best to ignore the media. If you didn't care, no one else should. One day you spotted a magazine on the shelf - Will (Y/N) Leave Her Irwin Boy Toy For This Older Hunk? Full Story Inside! The picture was of you and your brother. You scoffed at how stupid some of these stories were. If you and Ashton didn't care, no one else should either.</h1>
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<h1 style="font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: times; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 12px; text-align: start;"><strong style="font-size: 10px;">Calum: "But I wanna go out with you tonight," your boyfriend Calum pouted. "Sorry babe, you're not legal," you giggled and shrugged on your coat. You loved to tease him about his age. He was still seventeen while you'd recently turned eighteen. "Can't you get me in or something? I could pass, it's only a year," he flexed his arms towards you. "No can do. Have a nice night with the cat," you kissed his cheek and went to leave but he pulled you back, holding you tightly to his chest. "You can't leave if I don't let you," he teased. You began to tickle him, getting the opportunity to unravel yourself and quickly ran out the door laughing. </h1>
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<h1 style="font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: times; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 12px; text-align: start;"><strong style="font-size: 10px;">Luke: "Well I have this YouTube channel where I post some covers." You were on your first date with a boy from school called Luke and you were talking about your hobbies. "Oh really?" You responded. "What's the name? I'll make sure to check it out." You genuinely couldn't wait to hear him sing. "Hemmo1996," he told you. "96?" you questioned. "Yeah, the year of my birth. It was easiest." Your smile gradually turned into a laugh. "What?" he looked around, confused. "What? Come on it's not that lame." You calmed down so you could speak again. "No I just...I always presumed you were like at least half a year older than me, not the other way around." He started laughing along with you then. "Age is just a number, baby," he winked.</h1>
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<h1 style="font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: times; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 12px; text-align: start;"><strong style="font-size: 10px;">Michael: You were helping out your aunt Lou on tour with One Direction while you were on your summer break from college. You'd always been interested in styling and there was the added bonus of getting to sneak off with the cute guitarist Michael from the support band. Not a day passed where you two didn't have a heavy make out session and maybe a little more in a random janitor's closet or dressing room. You had yet to be caught, and you preferred to keep it that way. No one suspected anything though because you were three years older than him, which made tricking them so much easier. </h1>