"Body shots?"

"Off who, Gypsy?"

"How much did you drink?"

"Like she can actually remember."

"Hey!"

"Holy fuck-Body shots?"

"Hey, were you giving or receiving?"

"Ha-did you suck and swallow?"

"Ha!"

There's a fit of giggles.

"Nice one, mate."

There's one pair of rolling eyes.

"The maturity level over there has obviously plummeted."

"Body shots?"

Gypsy laughs aloud, "Sheesh, Calum-yes," she grins, leaning towards the camera on her computer. "You're worse than Harry with the questions."

Calum wrinkles his nose. "Who the fuck is Harry?"

______

The morning of the day Gyspy calls Calum, she has one of the busiest days she's had working the front desk at Charming.

Gypsy goes from bed to the kitchen the next morning because yes, yes she is hungover (again), and no one quite makes coffee for hangovers like Ed does. And she sits with toast and coffee and he laughs as he hears of all of the adventures she's been on as of late by the pool of a very swanky hotel.

Later, she even gets to check out Steph Curry from his room and she meets his agent formally, who was not at the pool party although Steph immediately recognizes her from his soiree as the girl with the friends who knew Chyna and could sing her ass off.

"You live here?" He asks, with one foot out of the door. "You live in Vegas?"

Gypsy nods. "For now."

And Stephen grins and wishes her luck and says, "See you 'round," before he is whisked off by a black truck to the nicer, better hotel that he will remain for the rest of his stay.

So, Gypsy is left at the desk for the remainder of her shift until Harry surprises her by taking her to lunch. He's in a great mood, apparently, because Taylor-his wife-was actually where she said she'd be when he needed her and he's even closer "to being free as a bird," he'd said and giggled excitedly and that, he said, called for celebration. So, when Gypsy gets back, she works and successfully completes two - count 'em- two college applications online before it is again time for dinner that she eats with Ed and Harry and Justin before Katy waltzes in and begs for the kitchen that night so she can bake fudge brownies and catch up with her favorite Gypsy.

And, per usual, it is around 10 o'clock at night when they start baking and Gypsy starts talking and Katy listens to the madness that has been Gypsy's life for the past few weeks as she actually does check the things off of her list and she actually does have some summer fun.

1. Get drunk☑︎

2. Stay out all night and take pictures of the sunrise (this was Luke's)

3. Dance on a bar (Luke obviously watches too many chick movies because this was also his idea)☑︎

4. Dye your hair (yes, like Mikey!) ☑︎

5. Strip through a casino

6. Crash a party☑︎

7. Crash a wedding (because that's punk rock)

8. Get that tattoo (like I said because I'm a cool dad!)☑︎

9. Do something you've never done before

10. Get over a fear

Katy smiles as Gypsy voices her amazement-she can't believe that there are really only five more tasks to complete before she's done with Ashton's list.

"And then what?"

Gypsy looks up from the milk in the fridge. "What do you mean?" She asks.

"Then what?" Katy laughs. She waves her fudgey spatula in the air, "So, once you've done everything, what's next?" She prods. "What else're you going to do?" She laughs, "What can possibly top this?"

And for that moment, Gypsy is silent.

"I never even thought..."

Gypsy did not even believe that there was an end to this list because she did not initially believe that she even had the balls to start it. Now-well, now there are five more to-do's before she's done. Holy crap she's burning through this list and...she thinks of Harry and Matty and Justin and Zayn and Niall and George...there's a large part of Gypsy that never wants the list to end because damn it, this is the most fun she's probably ever had in her life.

And Katy hands her the fudgey spatula, which Gypsy receives gratefully.

"You'll figure it out," she offers, because this Gypsy girl is different than the one she met. "You'll find something even crazier to get into because that's who you are and if you want to find something fun, damn it you'll find it."

And all the while-as Gypsy goes through this typical work-day in Charming-Calum sits by his phone and waits for her call.

And he waits.

And he waits.

And he fucking waits-literally, until he's decided that maybe Gypsy simply doesn't care enough about him to call him or send pictures anymore and although he's being dramatic (and Michael tells him although he uses choice words such as, 'dick' and 'fucking' and 'head' instead, despite them all being in a somewhat different order), he can't help but feel angry and then, although Calum wouldn't admit it, sad.

Calum can't help but sulk because he was sure that things were going well between Gypsy and himself-I mean, for crying out loud, they'd just been laughing two days before about piñatas and hair dye and ómbre and Life Alert and he'd gotten the hang of talking to Gypsy again without feeling upset. After they broke up it was as if he couldn't stand to hear her voice, let alone be in the same room with her, without feeling such a mixture of emotions. Mostly, he thinks, he couldn't help but doubt himself; he couldn't help but feel as if there was something he did horribly, completely wrong.

Because honestly, he thought their relationship had been going great. He thought that she was as in love with him as he was with her, so when she broke up with him, she pretty much shattered his heart and the shards pretty much penetrated each and every one of his vital organs.

Not only did the break-up come as a shock; not only did it feel like a slap in the face and a kick in the balls, but it was also like, what? It was like, how? How, he wondered both silently and aloud-How, he obsessed over, did I fuck up this badly and I didn't even know?

How does one fuck up in such a way to be that blindsided by those four fucking words: "We need to talk."

Calum can't think about it to this day without feeling confused...and damn it, he still can't think about it without feeling that lingering bit of hurt.

And so he waits.

But, Gypsy does remember to call him, she does, but after her long day, she's exhausted and it's midnight in Vegas when she collapses onto her bed completely stuffed full of fudge brownies.

It's exactly 5:19 PM in Sydney (but who's checking?) when Calum sees a familiar face light up his vibrating screen.

His finger swipes against the glass because hallelujah, she remembered.

"Hello?"

"Cal?"

Calum finds himself smiling. "Hey, Gyps."

She laughs softly, and he can hear the tiredness in her voice. "Hi, Calum."

"Hey," he begins, "y'alright?"

"Fine, fine," she yawns. And she laughs, wiping away the tears in her eyes, "Just tired."

"From partying, or..."

"Shut up," she laughs. "I do work, remember?"

"Yeah, but..." he shrugs, "Do you really?"

She giggles against her pillow. "Actually, why are you the worst person alive?"

"Hey! That's not me, it's Michael."

"Ah...?" She pauses. "No," she nods. "You're right, you're right."

"Wait, hey," he exclaims at once, "let's video-chat."

"Calum, I look like a sleepy monster. Let's not."

He scoffs. "You don't, liar."

"Calum, I look like I picked a fight with an alley cat and I smell like work and brownies."

"Brownies?"

"I baked."

"Gypsy, since when do you bake? You baked?"

She snorts. "With my friend, Katy. She lives here, too."

Calum sighs because 'Katy' is a 'she.'

"Well, it's too late, anyway-I've already got Luke's computer so hah. Hah."

"Fine, fine," she blows hair from her eyes. "And why are you guys always using Luke's stuff? You've all got your own."

"I dunno, why does Luke leave his stuff around?" Calum asks as he searches through the favorited contacts for Gypsy. "He ought to be grateful that his best mates are taking his things instead of some homeless people, or something instead."

Gypsy rolls her eyes, "Uh huh..."

"Besides," he clicks her name and grins, "he wears enough of my underwear so I'd say we're even."

Gypsy sits up. "Yeah, what's with that? Like, honestly, Luke can't just buy underwear? Luke has no money for underwear?"

"Luke is a very strange boy-"

And Gypsy laughs aloud as she grabs for her computer. She's received an invitation to chat.

"-with a very nice voice," Calum adds as his face materializes on Gypsy's computer screen. "See!" He exclaims as his face stretches into a wide grin, "You don't look like a monster, you look like a Gypsy."

Gypsy waves him off and tries to pretend like those words haven't caused her a kaleidoscope of butterflies to tickle her ribs. "I wish I looked more like a Gypsy."

"Gypsy, you always look great, so..." He clears his throat and she bites her lip to keep from smiling.

She's wondering why all of a sudden she's so bashful around Cal because c'mon, it's Calum. Not only did they date but they've been friends for a long time. Why is she suddenly so weird and awkward around him?

Well, why was she weirder than normal, anyway.

"I'm loving this hair," he says at once, and he reaches out to stroke Luke's screen. "I wish I could touch it..."

Gypsy looks down and plays with her edges. "It got a lot of compliments at the pool, so," she grins, "thanks. Do I still remind you of a piñata?"

Calum laughs aloud at the same time as Ashton.

"A piñata?" He asks, wrinkling his nose as he bites into a banana. "Is this what you two talk about when no one's around? Traditional Mexican festivities?"

"Fuck," Calum groans, as Gypsy sticks her tongue at Ash. "Could you fucking go away?"

"Umm, rude," Ashton says. "So fucking rude."

"Shut the hell up, Ashton, and leave."

Ashton scoffs, "And what if I do not? What if I do not leave because I see Gypsy and I would like to stay, thank you very much, sir."

And that's when Luke enters the room because he's heard voices and it's like his house can't ever stay quiet.

He looks from Gypsy to Calum to Ashton and back to Calum and throws out his arm and exclaims, "Calum, is that my laptop?"

Calum pouts. "Maybe..."

Gypsy laughs.

"Cal! Mate, you've fucking got your own!"

"Yours was closer."

"Calum!"

"Why the hell are you all so fucking loud-I mean, holy shit," Michael exclaims, rubbing his eyes as he enters the living room because of course everyone has woken him from his nap and now he's cranky and hungry and there's still red hair dye all over his pillow cases and his sheets that he just can't seem to get out in the wash and that's still pissing him off. "Real men need sleep, you pricks."

Ashton motions towards him with his banana, "That's why you're awake, then?"

And Michael pauses as the words sink in because he's still groggy and not as sharp as he would've been had he not been pulled so abruptly from his nap.

When he does realize why Ashton is giggling from the doorway in the kitchen and Calum is giggling from the couch and Gypsy is giggling from his-no, wait-Luke's computer screen, he lifts a tired finger toward Ashton and narrows his eyes, nodding his head. "You," he chuckles dryly, "oh you, my short friend, can forget about me watching that Digimon marathon with you later."

Ashton's mouth falls open. "You wouldn't dare."

"Pshh," Michael snorts. "Like hell I wouldn't."

Gypsy laughs because this is exactly what she's missed most about her best friends.

She wishes they could be here with her and Harry and Justin and Matty in Vegas helping her with her list so they could experience the things she is for themselves.

Luke's shaking his head and sighs. "God, I hate this stupid band," he mumbles, before crossing the floor and sitting beneath his computer on the couch. He waves tiredly to his friend on the screen. "Hi, Gypsy," he says.

And that brings Calum back to the diner with Mikey.

"Yeah, wait, Gypsy-" He begins in a rush, lifting the computer onto his lap.

"Dude, put it down," Luke exclaims. "I want to see her, too!"

But, Calum ignores this. "-why'd you send Luke pictures yesterday and not me-" He shakes his head before adding, "Or the rest of the boys?"

Gypsy grins and she leans toward the screen and purses her lips and she doesn't know where she's grown this pair of balls from but she narrows her eyes and sighs in a way that's got Calum wishing his mates were not in the room as she asks, "Would you have liked pictures, too, Cal?"

"Um...I mean," he giggles nervously, "Yeah-Like, hell yeah, who wouldn't?"

"Is that sweat, mate?" Smirks Michael from the kitchen. "Are you sweating over there? Can you see her anymore through your sweat?"

Calum shoots him a glare, "Fuck off, Mikey," he snaps and Gypsy giggles.

"Yeah," Luke adds with a grin. "We're over here talking to Gypsy and you're being rude-"

"No, fuck that," Calum corrects. "I'm talking to Gypsy. I'm not quite sure what you're all fucking doing, actually."

"Hey," Luke pouts, "I want to hear about her pool party," he says.

"What?" Ashton exclaims. "You're telling the pool party story?"

Gypsy blushes, "Yeah..." she mutters.

"Holy shit," Ashton says and he's crossed the floor and sits beside Calum on the armrest of the couch. "Holy shit, what happened?"

Gypsy looks to Calum because he's frowning since all of the boys have inserted themselves into their conversation. "Well..." She begins.

"We saw the pictures," Mikey says. "So, fuck you for having more fun than us and rubbing it in our faces."

And that makes her laugh out loud. "I'm probably not."

"No," Ashton shakes his head, "No, you definitely are," he says, because aside from hanging with friends and family and performing in little spots throughout the city, life has been pretty uneventful.

"So, what happened?" Luke asks. "I got your text."

"Well," she licks her lips because where does she start?

She decides the beginning is appropriate, and Calum asked specifically to hear all about her day. "Okay, so I pretty much got in because I met a video girl and-"

"A video girl?"

"In like, rap videos?"

"No, idiot-classical. Where else''d you find a video girl?"

"Fuck off, okay? Gypsy's talking."

"Yeah," she rolls her eyes tiredly, "So, she introduced us to all her friends and she's friends with a lot of athletes and they were all drinking and ordering drinks poolside," Gypsy blushes, "And they asked us if we were all 21 and I was like, 'yes,' so guys started ordering me drinks..."

And Gypsy remembers one athlete in particular-she can't remember his name, though, because Gypsy is not good with knowing things about professional sports-who seemed to be especially fond of her because he kept making conversation and laughing and smiling at her.

"You should come to L.A.," he said after ordering her a margarita because she'd honestly told him that she'd never had one so he called a waiter over and had it for her immediately. "I'd put you court-side-you should come see us play."

Gypsy sipped. "I wish I could," she'd sighed truthfully. "I've always wanted to go. Blue skies and palm trees," she leaned her head back and kicked her feet in the water and she didn't realize that this young man, waist-deep in water was grinning lazily as she did so, "Sign me up."

"You're from Vegas?" He'd asked, leaning against the side of the pool, resting his elbows on the concrete and leaning close against her leg.

"Hawaii," she'd replied and he grinned and so did she. "I was born in Honolulu."

"That's awesome-"

"It is, isn't it?" Harry'd asked, because he'd made his way from the counter of the bar where he'd been flirting with one of Chyna's friends next to Justin and now he was crouching to sit beside Gypsy alongside the edge of the pool. He shot this young man a smile that did not reach his eyes as he slung his arm around Gypsy's shoulder, "It's amazing, yeah?" He'd asked, and then he'd pulled her closer to whisper in her ear, his eyes still on the professional basketball player leaning against Gypsy's thigh, "How much have you had to drink, love?"

"Guys," she leans toward the screen, "I drank like ninety-seven margaritas, no lie."

"Okay, I'm hoping that's actually a lie," Ashton giggles, "Because I don't need you dying from alcohol poisoning, so thanks."

"Kidding, kidding," she says, holding her hands in surrender. "I had like, three, actually."

"Three?"

"I think," she says and the boys laugh. "Pretty sure," she grins. "Let's just say I was drunk enough to-"

"Dance on a bar, again?"

"Ha! Man, that was great..."

"Vodka? $3 a shot. Dancing on a bar? Priceless."

"Gypsy and alcohol, guys..."

"Hey! Alright, guys, alright," she yawns. "I did not do anymore bar-dancing, so you can relax with that."

"Thank god."

She shoots Michael a quick glare to which he smiles cutely and waves. "Love you, you piss-drunk."

Gypsy flips him off. "I was drunk enough to one," she holds up a finger, "make a lot of basketball friends-"

"Which ones?" Calum asks.

She shrugs. "No idea."

He nods because good-good, they must not matter if she can't remember names.

"And two," she shrugs, "I did a lot of singing, apparently."

Calum grins. "Sounds like Gypsy."

She blushes. "Thanks, Cal," she grins. "Apparently, I taught a lot of people a lot of words to Green Day, so..."

Calum full-on beams as the boys laugh, "Shit, that's great."

"Yeah, guys, I took it all the way back to "When I Come Around," so-" but she stops because that's when she remembers something more important, "Oh, wait!" She snaps his fingers and Ashton blinks rapidly, "Holy shit, lads, okay wait-Gypsy wants us to wait!"

Michael pounds his fist against the floor. "Wait, damn it!"

"Stop what you're doing right now and wait," Ash yells.

Luke bites his lip, "Fucking better wait for Gypsy."

Gypsy laughs. "You guys..." She shakes her head as they all giggle. "Fuck you all because I did body shots and-"

"Body shots?"

"Off who, Gypsy?"

"How much did you drink?"

"Like she can actually remember."

"Hey!"

"Holy fuck-Body shots?"

"Hey, were you giving or receiving?"

"Ha-did you suck and swallow?"

"Ha!"

"Ha ha, shit!"

"Nice one, mate."

"The maturity level over there has obviously plummeted."

"Body shots?"

Gypsy laughs aloud, "Sheesh, Calum-yes," she grins, leaning towards the camera on her computer. "You're worse than Harry with the questions."

Calum wrinkles his nose. "Who the fuck is Harry?"

"Harry," Gypsy states. "C'mon, you know Harry-I told you about Harry!"

"The lad you ate with?" Luke asks. "The one who took you to breakfast?"

She nods, "Exactly. He's done like," she shrugs, "like, everything on the list with me, remember?"

And now, Calum does in fact, remember, although him 'remembering' does not make him feel any better about her mentioning him or the situation.

"Who were you taking shots off?" Michael asks, wagging his brows. "Was it a chick? That'd be so hot if it was another chick."

"No, it wasn't, so sorry to disappoint," she snorts. "I know Justin took one off me and I took one off of-"

"Lemme guess," Calum interjects, "Harry?"

"Heh..." Gypsy chuckles bashfully. "Actually, yeah," she says and Luke and Ashton and Michael look between the both of them.

"Yeah," she says, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Yeah, it was Harry."

-~*~-

So I originally intended to be super ambitious and give you a double update so sorry because it's not but I still have the hope alive lol so hopefully you'll get one soon. Can I also say that you guys are killing the game completely with these ship names? #Hypsy and #Calypsy are my favorites. I love them more than life like...

More of both coming up in the next chapter. Heheheee..

Gif of Cal. Didn't think it was possible for him to look cuter than he does in color but black and white is doing real big things. Also, attached is "When I Come Around," one of my personal Green Day faves that takes me all the way back to middle school turn up.