"Calum you ass hat, my bum hurts." I whine, shifting in my seat to find a more comfortable position.

"Hey," He held his hands up in defence. "You said you wanted it rough."

The comment made nearly everyone in the cramped cab gasp. The driver glared at him using the rearview mirror.

"I-I did not!" I blush and stumble over my words, unable to maintain a cool, confident demeanour with heated glances being thrown at me. It was different on stage, when some of the fans glare at me, it's easy to brush off.

Who are you kidding, Michael? You were never cool.

I nearly snorted out loud at that thought, if by never you mean always.

"I over heard you rapping along to one of my songs when you thought I was sleeping." He smirked, waving his iPhone tauntingly.

"I hope you fall off the stage tonight." I growl, folding my arms and pouting like a defiant five year old.

"If I do, I'll be falling for you." He muttered under his breath, turning his attention to the scenery that zoomed by.

The only question remaining is; what even is air?

I must have heard him wrong.

But what if I didn't? The though makes me choke on my breath, wheezing carbon dioxide and spitting out animalistic noises.

No one takes notice of the poor punk boy choking on the only thing that keeps his heart pumping blood.

Mr. Giraffe Legs was in a heated argument with Andrea but I couldn't hear what the topic was over my gagging sounds.

Ashton and Jane were taking turns poking and generally annoying Calum while he stared longingly out the window in a depressed manor with an ear bud stuffed in each ear.

The only one that looked mildly concerned was the cab driver, although it was directed to his Nicki Minaj CD that wouldn't read in the cab's player.

I finally got my breathing under control, with no help from Calum might I add. His leg kept rubbing against mine and occasionally he'd elbow me in the ribs while pulling out his phone.

Dick wad.

We made sure the girls got out two blocks away, we didn't want to start any rumours about groupies.

The fans were slightly shocked when we hobbled out of the rusty van that was meagerly renovated into a cab.

The shock was over in a flash, girls screaming, yelling our names, waving, taking pictures and videos. It was something I'll never get used to.

It's pretty obvious most girls were screaming for Luke and Ashton. Not that it mattered when I got closer to the barricade, I guess at the end of the day as long as they achieved getting a picture with one of us they ended up happy. That, or they preferred the other boys over myself but if the occasion arose that they could get a photo with me they would take it without a second thought.

I tried getting pictures with as many as i could on the way in, unfortunately the girls started to pull and grab my flannel shirt to get my attention. A security personnel ushered me through the door, me shouting apologies over my shoulder the whole way.

Surprisingly I wasn't the first in, Calum was down the hall helping an old lady carry a long fold-up table. It was quite the interesting sight, Calum helping a frail old lady who had to be at least four and half feet tall. She was dressed in mint pants and a matching floral print shirt and a wide straw sunhat which contrasted Calum's black skinny jeans and cut up Green Day shirt greatly.

I quickly interjected, insisting on taking it off her hands.

"You boys are so sweet." She praised, directing us on where to put the table.

I was straightening it when a security guard pushed through the doors with Luke's hauled over one shoulder and Ashton close behind. Another set of guards closed the doors and stood in front, keeping the fangirls from getting ay ideas.

"What happened?" Calum asks, gesturing wildly at Luke.

The security guard sets Luke down before walking off through a door at the end of the hall. "A girl asked for a hug, and while i was giving her one security said we were a bit behind on time. I guess the girls were upset and they tried puling me over the railing. It neary worked too." Luke explained, he seemed a little shaken up but who wouldn't be after nearly being pulled into something resembling a mosh pit. Except with a bunch of girls and a lot more touching and feeling.

We took a five minute breather even though we happened to be behind schedule already, although Luke protested we knew he needed it.

We all took seats at the plastic table, heavily armed with sharpies and watching the fans file in. Each collecting a small picture of us or buying our CD to be signed.

The first fan up was a giddy blonde with orange dip dye, sporting a very classy shirt and high-waisted shorts. She greeted Ashton excitedly, made small talk before moving on to Calum, closely followed by a conversation with Luke. I sat down first, knowing not many were here to see me in particular.

"Hi I'm Michael." I greet, causing her to giggle.

"Kimberly." I hand her the CD with my name sloppily sprawled across Luke's face on the cover. I quickly take it back and throw some on around Calum, making sure to spread them around enough to make it look inconspicuous.

"Did you want a hug, Kimberly?" I ask politely, handing the CD to her once again. She nods enthusiastically, I stand up and throw my arms around her over the table.

The faces started to blur together, causing me to start saying generic lines and I was basically on autopilot for most of it. Moving my arms rhythmically and giving the fan a hug at the appropriate timing.

The crowd was finally beginning to thin out, bringing me back to reality and allowing me to say more thoughtful things and spew compliments out here and there.

There was a loud squeal in front of me, I look up to see a very attractive member of the male gender. Grey-green eyes, platinum hair, nose piercing. I had a hard time believing the squeal came from him.

"What's your name?" I asked carefully, I always had to be cautious around male fans, because lets be honest, you could accidentally punch a girl fan in the face and they'd probably cry because you apologized directly to them.

"I'm Stevie." He cheers, hopping around excitedly.

"Hi Stevie, I'm hungry." I grin, my stomach emitting a growl of agreement.

"We could get pizza after this is all over." He winked.

My mind lulled out everything except the word pizza.

I could use some pizza right now.

I was about to nod in agreement--because fuck yeah pizza!

A pair of large hands rested right above the collar of my blue flannel, bringing me out of my daze and back to the real world.

No more floating pizza spaceships.

"Your holding up the line, Clifford." Calum's voice sent a chill down my spine yet heating me up all over at the same time.

I sigh, taking a moment to rub my face. "I'm sorry, Hood. I think I need a break." The idea of  break was super appealing, maybe I could nap for a bit too.

Stevie opens his mouth, eyes shining at what he was about to say when Calum cut him off, "I ordered pizza."

I was out of my chair like a shot, hugging him in a matter of seconds. "I love you so much right now!" I shouted excitedly, mind set on pizza.

"Love me enough to have celebratory sex when the pizza gets here?" He jokes, a wide grin appearing on his face.

"Of course! Anything as long as I get pizza!" I chuckle, zooming through the last of the fans with pizza and that Asian kid two seats away. I did happen to notice that Stevie was loitering near the exit door and staring shamelessly.

He must be working with Jane!

Why are all of the hot ones murderers?

Calum's not a murderer.

I smiled at that thought, at least I was sure that he wasn't. He loves puppies too much.