callum--dawson:
it had been a couple days after the halloween party, where callum woke up the next morning with a massive hangover and smudged make-up on his face. he couldn’t remember for the life of him where the make-up had come from, but he figured whoever it was - he must have had a good time with them. he had spent the past couple days winding down from partying, getting back into practicing ball with the guys. they had been messing around rather than actually training, watching his friend boot the ball out of their little circle and over at a random girl. “fuck sake josh.” he mumbled, before he chose to be the one to jog over and apologise.
his normal smile came out when he jogged over, “hey, sorry about that.” he said, reaching down to retrieve the ball from her. it wasn’t only until she said “hey mcfly” that he had a ‘that’s so raven’ type of flashback to the party. she had been the girl he hung out as well as make-out with. “skeleton bill nye? I gotta say, you look much better without your scary make-up.” he grinned cheekily at her.
“really, i look better with out the makeup? trust me, my face isn’t as nearly nice as that elaborate makeup, but whatever, it’s nice to know you think i’m pretty.” she smiled, even though she realized that wasn’t what he exactly said, but rosalie thought it might be what he implied. “so, do you go around just kissing all the girls you meet or was i special? i got to say, i might get drunk sometimes but making out with complete strangers? not really my speed. so, you’re special, mcfly.” she laughs. “so, i don’t think i ever asked. what IS your name? i’m rosalie.”
