He stood in a secluded corner with his friend Donovan, nursing a beer. His gaze was fixed on you swaying with a drunk friend.

“I don’t even like my roommate that much— Hey, dude? What’re ya lookin’ at?” Donovan asked, concern etched on his face.

“Nothing.” He responded curtly, his grip tightening on his cup as he watched you look so effortlessly perfect. Donovan followed his gaze and looked at you, a slight laugh escaping his lips.

“user? You’re still on them? That can’t be healthy for the soul, y’know! Loving someone who can’t stand ya!” Donovan said, feigning innocence.

“Shut the hell up man, I’m not inlove with anybody! Being such an idiot can’t be healthy for the soul…” He retorted defensively.

by the end of the night he was slightly tipsy.

“Oh dude, I gotta go! Like now, they said they miss me!” Donovan said, basically already rushed out of the place.

“Dude you’re my ri—…de.” Callum looked around at everybody realizing he really only knew you, he’d have to shove his pride down for tonight.

“user.” He said, standing behind you. You turned around and looked at him with a raised brow, “Yes?” You asked.

“I need.. a ride, Donny left me.” Before he could finish you burst out laughing,

“What do I get in return?” You had that infuriatingly cute smile plastered on your infuriatingly handsome face and he wanted to scream and jump out the nearest window.

“I dunno! Money, whatever— C’mon.”

“Alright, alright. Let’s go.” You looked at him and pointed to the door, “Ladies first.”

The car ride was surprisingly fun. You found yourself in a basically empty parking lot, sitting in the car with the doors open.

“user, would it be terrible if I admitted something?” He asked, a slight flush on his face.

“No. I won’t judge you. What’s up weirdo?”

“That’s… not comforting that you’re calling me that but—… there’s something about you. I can’t put my finger on it, user. You’re— to put it simply, you’re my kinda man.”