1 ~ Calum
"Again? Calum how many times do we have to go over this? You can't be skipping anymore school." My father's eyes hardened with anger.
Sighing, I lean back into my chair. "Yeah, yeah." I prop my feet up onto the dining from table we were currently sittings at.
My mum shoves my feet off the table, clearly upset with me. "Calum, listen to us!" She yells. "Your grades are failing, yo-"
"So? Who gives a shit?" I roll my eyes, annoyed of hearing the same old thing.
"Don't talk to your mother that way!" My dad stands up, slamming his hand onto the table. "I'm over all this..." He mumbles under his breath.
"Why can't you be like Thomas? Huh?" My dad leans over the table, spit spraying my face.
Jaw clenched, I glance at my brother. There he was, hunched over a textbook, like always. He pushes his glasses up, looking over to us hearing his name.
He gives me a small smirk before slipping back into his little world of homework.
I hate when they compare me to him. It makes my blood boil, he's the perfect child and I'm the burn out.
"He always gets good grades, he never gets in trouble, he doesn't have any tattoos or-"
"Or piercings, I know I know." I huff, rolling my eyes, More annoyed then mad. It's always the same old thing. Blah, blah, blah.
I don't see why they think being a pathetic nerd is so great. I'd rather not put so much into school, when half the stuff we learn we don't even use. Ever.
"You obviously don't because you never stop! What will it take to get you to stop waisting your life away Calum?" My mom sighs heavily.
I stand up, rolling my eyes once more. " Why would I want to be like him? He's just a loser" I raise and eyebrow, gesturing to Thomas.
"At least I won't be stuck working at McDonald's," He closed his text book, dropping it into his book bag.
" and I won't die a virgin." I smirk. He opens his mouth before immediately closing it again. I laugh seeing his cheeks tint a dark red, and he pushed his glasses up once more.
"Calum! That's enough." My dad shouts, making me jump slightly.
"But he-"
"Enough!"
I groan and flick off Thomas before trudging up the stairs and into my room.
I flop onto my un-made bed with a sigh. Why are my parents so judge mental? Why can't they see I'm just living my life?
My parents pestering is really starting to get on my nerves lately. They just don't understand that I don't care about school, or anything really.
Well, I like a few things, but school was definitely not one of them
I rise from my bed and over to my window. With a small grunt, I slide open the wooden frame and slip out, pulling myself onto the roof.
Placing a cigarette between my lips, I cuff my hand around the end, shielding the flame from the chill that fluttered through the air.
The holidays are nearing and, to be completely honest, I'm not the slightest bit excited for them.
It's just a big hassle to me. Everyone's crowded into on house, and it's just another excuse to brag about Thomas to my relatives.
Whatever. I'm just never enough for my family.
I close my eyes and take a long drag, letting the spicy smoke twirl around in my mouth before blowing it out in rings.
The stars aren't so bright tonight, and I can't help but feel slightly disappointed at that.
A short vibration from my back pocket makes me pull out my phone.
Mike: dude, meet me at my house tomorrow. Luke wrote a song.
Me: k, time?
Mike:Idc, lunch time?
Me: your favorite time XD
Mike: awe, you know me so well.
Mike: bring pizza, k.
I laugh at his demand. Michael tried to fight me for the last piece of pizza, last time. He won.
Me: Maybe
Mike: ah come on! You can't leave me hanging like that!
Me: watch me.
Mike: uh, I can't. We're texting.
Me: figure of speech, dipshit.
Mike: yea, well I'll see ya tomorrow, With my pizza :-|
Me: C ya.
I turn off my phone before sliding it back into my pocket.
I wonder if Luke's song is actually...good. I mean sure, we've don't little covers here and there, but we aren't even an official band.
But what if this is our break through point? I blow out another puff of smoke as a excitement irrupted in my stomach.
What if we actually get to do what we love and make music, not from Michaels garage that's smells like moldy tuna, not with old instruments that were barely intact.
But with recording studio and brand spanking new instruments and equipment.
I shake my head, stopping myself before I get too excited, only to be let down. It's not going to happen. I'm not the one who makes it big, that's Thomas. I'm the screw up.
I take one last drag, before dropping it and crushing it onto the roof, along with hundreds of other smushed buds.
Shivering slightly, I hop through the window and shut it, before it I got too cold.
"You reek of smoke." I jump, turning round to see Mali sitting on the edge of my bed.
Her nose scrunched up and she waved her hand In front of her face.
"You really shouldn't smoke cal, I-"
"Are you here to lecture me too? Because I don't Want to hear it." I snap.
She looks taken aback. "No, I...I'm sorry. I know they've been hard on you." Her eyes soften.
"It's whatever." I shrug off my leather jacket, leaving me in my Blink 182 band tee.
Her eyes fall to my arm. "I still can't believe you got that."
I look down at the dove, Mali-Koa etched under it. The ink in graved into my skin. One of many.
Each tattoo means something. I don't just get random things permanently drawn onto my body. That's just stupid.
My tattoos are extremely important to me, they open up my past, only few people know the reasons why I have the beautiful designs on my skin.
I shrug. " Your my big sister, of course I'd get one for you."
She smiles brightly at me. " why a dove?" She runs her hand over it.
"Because your so light hearted, so...free. Like a bird. But your also beautiful, so I picked a beautiful bird." I smile at her, sitting down beside her on the bed.
She nods, giving me a sweet smile. "What do you have for Thomas?"
I don't have one for Thomas. I wanted to get one, before we started to fall out. The inspiration is gone now.
" I don't have one for him." I sigh.
She furrows her eye brows. " Why not? He's your brother. Your twin." I cringe.
"I don't know what I would get, to represent him. I base them off of how I feel, and I'm not quite sure how my relation ship with my brother is going at the moment." I spit the end, anger still flowing in me from earlier.
She sighs. " You guys shouldn't fight this much. One day, he might not be there." She states for the thousandth time.
I roll my eyes, But nod anyways. "Well, good night. I love you." She pats my leg before shuffling to the door.
"Good night" I deadpan. Her face falls to a frown."Don't let the bed bugs bite." She calls right before the door shuts.
I chuckle at how childish she could be, even though she's older than me.
I kick my shoes and cloths off and slip on some pajama pants before slipping under the covers of my bed.
Closing my eyes,I toss and turn. I Groan, not being able to fall asleep.
This happens most nights. I finds myself staring at the ceiling, wishing I could be overcome my sleep already. But I never can.
My mind is always too active to let me sleep, and it's just one other thing to add to the list of things I hates.
My parent say it's because I never use my brain, so that at night, it's forced to run wild. I use my brain, just not for the things my parent would like.
I sigh. Will my parent ever approve of anything I do? Are they ever going to brag about me at family get togethers?
I just wish that they'd see. I am just as good as Thomas.
At least I hope I am.
(A|N)
I'm never good at the first few chapters so, forgive me. I know this one has a really crappy ending and he kept repeating the same stuff over and over but, the chapters will get better.
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