*Calum's POV*

I smiled at Chris as she arrived at the school in her bus from her area of town, kissing her lips softly as I took her hand and walked us up the steps to the front door of the school where we were meeting the rest of the group like usual.

Rosie was already waiting for us, perched on the top step with her nose in her script, learning every last single line she could before the final rehearsal this morning. One bonus point of being on crew with Ashton was that we got the whole week off with the cast to do the morning and matinee performances of the show.

Ellie soon showed up, Ashton trailing not long after as he sleepily rubbed at his eyes. Luke's bus was always one of the last to arrive, as he came sprinting up the stairs, two at a time, wishing us all a good morning and kissing Rosie's preoccupied head.

"We're just waiting on the troublesome too," Ashton mumbled, and as if on cue, Michael's car spluttered its way into the student car park with a stop. Myra launched herself out of the car, followed swiftly by Michael as they joined us at the top of the stairs and the eight of us made our way in.

"See you later losers, I got photography," Myra called as she gave us a peace sign in the air and walked off down the hallway, glaring at anyone who looked at her the wrong way, typical Myra.

"Ew bio," Michael groaned as he waved goodbye, splitting for his own class.

"I'll see you at morning break, babe," I smiled down at Chris beside me, placing a soft kiss to her lips before she followed Luke down the hall to their joint maths class.

"Come on lads, let's go," Rosie bossed as we made our way into the hallway and I sighed, following Ashton backstage to begin the prep for the final rehearsal.

We could tell Rosie was nervous by the way she bit her nails and constantly looked at the door as though Luke could stroll in and save her at any moment.

"Dude, your whipped for Chris already," Ashton smirked devilishly as we got the first curtain scene drawn and ready, the large wooden moon ready and waiting.

"Shut up Irwin, or I'll knock you out with this," I wielded a painting brush at him before we had to silence ourselves for the rehearsal to begin.