A/N: Only one more part after this one! I'm so emotional ;-; Y'all are going to kill me after this, just by the way :^)

Also, media provided by the lovely InsxneBxnds , thank you for this lovely picture of Michael spitting water on Calum.

"What a lame story," Calum commented once we had made it off after the encore, we were all drenched in sweat but there were distinct smiles on everyone's faces.

"I was attacked by a pigeon. Had to let everyone know I was safe," Ashton scowled at the other boy but quickly shoved him with a large smile on his face.

"Hey guys," Luke said suddenly, making us all quiet down. "Can you even encore an encore?"

"As much as I love this, I'm ready for sleep. You can do a one-man show if you want, Hemmings." One of the guitar hands said, taking the guitar from Luke with a laugh.

"We can have a water fight Luke," I suggest, grinning at the blond. He thought it over and nodded repeatedly while grabbing a few of the extra water bottles.

"I'm in," Calum chimes, picking up the remaining water bottles, I handed off my guitar only to find it was still hooked up to the speakers which caused the crowd to go wild.

Luke mouthed this way as he crouched down to a mere four feet and lead the way to the darkly lit stage.

"Dammit, you stepped on my foot!" Someone scolded from beside me as we tried to find an inconspicuous way to make it on stage.

The screams had died down, there were only quiet murmurs to be heard as they waited or got up to leave.

Like the dilapidated giraffe he is, Luke ended up tripping over his adult shoes. I had to say, they were nice shoes but not very concert worthy for a guitarist that enjoys to do a few ballerina like moves onstage. All the water bottles he had in hand spilled across stage and caught some attention. The screams began once more, raising even higher now that it was obvious we were on the stage.

"No time to lose," I shrugged, poking a screwdriver into the kids of the water bottles. I slid the driver across the floor, cleverly, to disorient my foes that had to scramble to ready their weapons.

All hell broke lose after that, Luke was sliding around the stage like Bambi on ice and Calum had taken refuge on a raised platform and Ashton was at the moment spraying the crowd.

That's what she said.

That's like mid-2010 Michael, it's not cool anymore.

ur not kewl.

God, you and your text shortcuts are literally going to be the death of me. STOP.

XoXo^bOrN 2 PleeZ, bUt TaUgHt 2 TeAsE^XoXo

I hate you. A lot.

"Oooh Calum!" I sang, even though Calum was probably the only one that could hear me.

He looked over just as I uncapped my last bottle. His face switched from confused to horrified as I filled my mouth with as much water as I could.

He began scrambling, on hands and feet trying to run away from me, it was too late though. If already sprayed enough water to dampen his clothes.

"Fatality," I whisper to myself, "Finish him." I add as I unload the last of the water over my boyfriend's head.

"Thanks, really." Calum muttered sarcastically, pushing his sopping wet hair out of his eyes so he could glare up at me.

✩

"I swear to Blink 182, I am going to kick your ass Calum," I yell, slamming the empty juice carton on the counter in front of him. He glanced up momentarily from his phone to raise an eyebrow at me.

I let out a frustrated noise as Luke walked into the room, who also raised an eyebrow at me.

"Calum," I begin to explain, shooting a heated glance to the boy in question. "Keeps putting the empty juice cartons back in the fridge." I complain, saying it like it's literally the evilest deed in the world.

"Ketchup did it," Calum tried to defend himself halfheartedly, refusing to look up from his phone.

This sparked a heated argument between the two of us as Luke looked on.

"Jeez, you two need to see a marriage councillor, you've got more issues than vogue." Ashton piped up, from somewhere in the attached living room in the hotel.

Luke snorted at that but quickly tried to cover it up because him and Ash aren't on good terms.

"Maybe we will." I reply with a bit of confidence in my voice as I grab Calum's hand.

"Where are we going?" Calum asked finally once we were already seated in the back of the rental car with some random from the security detail seated in the driver's seat.

"I really want pizza," I explain, exaggerating more than necessary and going into detail about how I will probably die if I don't get the Za, which will leave Calum sad and alone, deprived of brilliant sex and awesome jokes.

Calum told me he can live without my quote, unquote: "awesome jokes."

"Are you sure?" I ask, unbuckling my seat belt and sliding closer to my boyfriend with a sly smile.

"Positive, actually." He answers decided despite noticing my obvious advance. I slide even closer, pressing my right side to his left. My actions don't go unnoticed, he proceeds to lean slightly into me.

"Are you sure?" I repeat, making sure to whisper it in his ear. His eyes flutter closed in slight bliss as he shakes his head.

"Y'know what?" I ask, taking the time to cross my leg over his. "I think pizza can wait."

Nice Michael.

Might as well call me Smoothy McSmoothster.

Michael, please stop.

Calum let out a shuddered breath as his head lolled back to rest against the upper part of the seat.

"I just really-" I pause huskily, tracing a smooth line against his skinny jean clad thigh. Moving, I trace a finger delicately over a small tanned strip of skin peeking out just above his boxers where his shirt had ridden up slightly. "-want to cuddle."

By the time he fully registered what I'd said I'd already wrapped myself, koala style, around the still buckled in boy.

"I hate you."

"Hey man, I can rub out your boner later. We are getting pizza after all," I add, making sure to accidentally brush my hand over his crouch as I readjust my seating so I'm more comfortably in sloth form around Calum.

He groans, shaking his head as I launch into telling him several alligator themed jokes.

"Hey Cal?" I ask, looking out the window over his shoulder.

"Yeah?" he answers absentmindedly, playing with my hair and kissing my neck softly.

"I love you." I reply, watching a large transport truck in the distance as it drove it's way down the road.

"Uh, I love you too." He replied back, slightly confused by my suddenness.

"Like, really love you." I add, still looking out the window.

"Michael, what's going o-" And then we were kissing with as much passion I could muster into the three second kiss.

"I love you so much." I whisper against his lips as a tear slides down my cheek.

The inevitable happens at that moment, a shock goes through our car and Calum is tugged around but is held in place by his seat belt. I'm thrown, even though in those few seconds I try as I might to keep my grip on my love. The impact throws me into the opposite door as the glass of both windows shatter. The sound must have been overwhelming, metal again metal, an explosion of power that caused our car to crumple. But in that moment, all I could hear was Calum screaming my name. Everything else sounded much too far away to be defined as a crash, it was more like the clammer of the symbols colliding in an orchestra, with a little cello and violins to establish the sad story that went on during this sudden upset.

The driver of the of the transport truck had enough sense to hit the brakes after the initial impact. Everything become still, there was smoke billowing from somewhere and glass twinkled against the ground but it was completely still in my mind. I could see Calum from where I lay, still buckled in, but unconscious. The seat belt wasn't enough to save him from the heavy impact that hit right against his car door. I'm surprised the flimsy car door didn't buckle inward and crush us completely under the pressure.

The car interior was hot, too hot. I don't know if flames had engulfed the car or if it was just me, something was burning up.

Dying is weird, in the movies everyone is screaming, the emergency units got there almost immediately. They never depict how silent it is, how slow time feels. It felt like the seconds ticking by were hours, it oddly reminded me of Calum and I's first real kiss, time slowed and sound was drowned out.

And much like after the kiss, I couldn't make a noise, I was speechless. Only this time it wasn't from a kiss, my throat burned like never before. I could form words if I tried.

There wasn't a single doubt in my mind that I wouldn't last until the medics showed up, my vision was already going blurry and darkening at the edges.

My breathing became wheezed and spluttered, and in the last moments of my life I realized.

That's probably one of the worst ways to be cockblocked.

Somewhere I found it in me to laugh, in my head because my body was too damaged to handle real laughter.

A second set of laughter joined mine in my head, although it was just laughter I could still sense the rather unique accent present in Calum's chuckles.

Then black followed.

A/N: Well the weather outside is nice : )

I'M SO SORRY FOR THIS YOU DONT EVEN UNDERSTAND. EVEN THOUGH I PLANNED THIS IT HURT TO WRITE. TRUST ME WHEN I SAY, I'M TRULY SORRY.... And I love you, please don't be mad at me.

I'm a horrible person for doing this to you.

Also, so there is only one part to this story left and then after is a small segment devoted to fun facts, some of my friends have provided the facts and I might bring back a couple that were previously featured. I also have guest appearances by the main characters from my book so it'll be a little more interesting than a list of useless facts, lemmetellu.