Friends with Benefits (Ashton Irwin)

Chapter 11;

-One week later-

Calum texted me the other night saying he felt like I hated him. Which isn't true at all. Calum is  amazing.

So I told him that we would hangout. Just us, for a whole day.

Ashton isn't to fond of the idea, but with a lot of reassurance, he settled down to it.

So right now, I'm getting ready to hang out with Calum.

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"What do you wanna do?" I wondered as Calum buckled in.

"I don't care." He shrugged, clearly feeling awkward.

"Come on Calum, don't be awkward." I sighed.

"I'm not. I just don't know what to do." He said helplessly.

"Name it, and we'll do it." I nodded.

"Okay, first let's get some food." He laughed.

"Alright. The burger joint on fifth?" I grinned.

"You know me to well." He smiled, eyeing me cautiously.

I rolled my eyes and took off down the road.

"No, Ashton told me that that's your guys favorite place to eat, soo.." I huffed a laugh.

He nodded, understanding how I knew something like that about him.

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"You seriously suck at bowling so bad. It's not even funny." I laughed.

"Well, it's not like I go bowling every night! I haven't been in forever!" Cal defended.

I rolled my eyes and patted his back.

"Just throw the damn ball down the lane." I teased.

"Shut up." He pouted.

"I'm gonna go get some nachos. You want anything?" I wandered.

"Some fries and ketchup would be nice." He nodded, focusing on the lane, trying to line the ball up correctly.

I watched as he threw another gutter ball before skipping off toward the snack bar laughing helplessly.

"How can I help you?" The lady asked.

"Uhm, can I get some nachos and cheese and some fries. Also, can I get two large Cokes?" I rambled.

"Sure thing. Should be ready in about fifteen minutes sweetie." She smiled walking off behind swinging doors.

I shrugged to myself and walked out, passing pedestrians along the way.

"It's your turn." Calum uttered as I approached him.

I nodded grabbing the ball from the ball return.

I lined things up accordingly, flung the ball down the lane, and.. Strike!

I jumped up in victory.

"How many more rounds before we leave." Cal muttered.

I couldn't help but laugh.

"We have the rest of this game, and one more." I nodded.

"What time is it anyway?" He wondered.

I looked around searching for a wall clock.

"It's almost nine." I answered.

"Alright. I guess it's my turn." He groaned.

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