26 ~ Calum
I woke up groggy from last night, it was such a mix of emotions. I was still exhausted from being locked in the shower, and I can feel the ache of a cold in my throat.
A small smile crept on to my lips as then remember the night I had with Valerie. It was indescribably astonishing. The mere fact that she even took me to her hideaway, but then how we just talked, was amazing.
It wasn't just a talk, it was a talk. The kind that feel like they could last forever and you just talk about...you talk about everything. She told me more about her brother, Ollie and little stories that were random yet so appropriate at the time. And I did the same.
It was a time that I'm sure will always captivate my mind, sending be back to the trees and the small gold lights that reflected off of Valerie's pale gray eyes and the way the crickets sounded in the background, I don't ever want to forget that feeling.
The warm fuzz from the memories of last night abandoned me as I then recall what happened once I got home. I had finally fell asleep for a hour or so when a loud band against my wall jolted me awake.
Investigating the alarming sound, I rush to Thomas room to be met with a sight that I'm sure I'll never forget either, but this one I wanted too.
He was bent over the floor, a bottle of cleaner was splattered on the wall and pooled on the carpet, yet Thomas was trying I clean up some small stains on the floor with tears sliding down his cheeks and on to his glasses.
He screamed again and I latched myself on him. To some people, this would look crazy. Thomas crying and screaming over some stupid stains, but I knew better. I knew it was something more, and I also knew now was not the time to ask him about it.
So he soon pushed himself from my arms, and telling me repeatedly he was fine, before I left his room.
When I walked out I found Mali sitting outside the door, so I sat beside her.
"We got in a fight." She said, her eyes on her pale pink toe nails as she spoke. "It was pretty bad."
I sigh, putting an arm over her shoulders, she lent into my side. "I couldn't go back in, I just couldn't. I'm still mad but...but hearing him like that...I was stuck here, outside and listening to him cry but I couldn't go in." She mumbled into my side and I played with the ends of her hair to sooth her.
Mali's never been good with fights, not since Cody. I knew he only reason she didn't want to go in to help Thomas was she didn't want him to yell at her. Yelling is her least favorite thing in the whole world, but sadly it's always present in our house.
My heart swelled in sympathy as I thought of my siblings, how the roles had been reversed, usually it's Mali holding me and Thomas avoiding me. Everyone just so different now.
I sucked in a deep breath as I realization hit me. I missed band practice. I grabbed my phone, knowing that I was about to get angry messages from my mates.
I had 5 missed calls and 8 messages from Michael.
Mike 6:07pm - Hey, wanna come over early and play Fifa? Bring pizza.
Mike 6:23pm - okay I guess not. rude.
Mike 6:43 - Bro, we are waiting for you. Luke even brought a audience...the joy 🙄
Mike 6:55pm - Hellllllllllllllo
Mike 7:08pm - answer meeeeee
Mike 7:13pm - Jess is here. please save us.
Mike 7:26pm - u better buy me a pizza for this
Mike 7:34pm - make that 2 pizzas and some breadsticks
Mike 7:47pm - Ur not my bff any more. I'm going to find myself a man who doesn't leave me hanging.
Mike 7:47pm - no but 4reals u need to get over here like now.
I roll my eyes. Even when Michaels mad at me he still demands food.
Me 9:38am - I'm sorry dude, lots of stuff happened last night and I completely forgot about practice.
He replied almost instantly, which was weird, usually he's asleep right now.
Mike 9:39am - yea well it better be a good excuse. I was starting to think you died or something.
Me 9:40 - it is. Why don't I come over and tell you, and I'll even bring pizza.
Mike 9:40 - PIZZA
Mike 9:41 - but I'm not @ my house. I'm in Ash's
Me 9:42 - y?!
Mike 9:43 - it's a long story. I'll tell you over pizza.
Me 9:45 - ok. I'll see you in like a hour.
Something serious must have happened for Michael to leave his house, especially this early in the morning.
I finish checking my messages, teasing Luke about Jess quickly before jumping into the shower.
After throwing on a plane black long sleeve and some gray sweat pants, I make my way down stairs.
I was startled to see my mother, she was usually out on the weekends, yet I found her behind the kitchen counter, a soft brown mug nestled between her hands.
"how's Thomas." She asks instantly, her motherly concern seemed to popped up at the wrong moments. "I heard him last night."
I looked at her accusingly. "If you heard him why didn't you go to him?"
My mothers eyes fell down to her cup, her thumbs rubbing the side slightly.
"I knew." She paused, " I knew I would be the last person he wanted to see."
Technically, I'm sure dad was the last person Thomas wants to see, but mom is a second close.
I shook my head. "It doesn't matter. It would have shown him that you care because." I pause, her eyes locking with mine. "It's hard to tell if you do anymore."
I looked away from her, not wanting to stay and talk any longer. I announced that I'm taking one of the cars before sliding out the door, shivering slightly against the cold air.
I hurried into the car, not wanting to stay in the cold for obvious reasons. I cough slightly, turning the heat up as soon as the car rumbled to life. All I wanted to do was lay in bed and eat some nice, hot chicken noodle soup, but I have to go and make it up to Michael, since he's the only one who isn't busy at the moment.
The drive to Ashton's house seemed to last for hours, the soft hum of the engine floated in the silence, and unsurprisingly, my mind found its way back to Valerie.
Her pale gray eyes glimmer in my mind, as I wonder why I feel so..so attached to this girl, why her?
I've heard the stories about princes and princesses, the fairytale love that lasts forever.
She may be a princess, but I'm no prince.
I frown as a sudden realization hit me, I'm
No good compared to her.
She's so sweet and caring, and I'm messed up and rude, we won't mix well.
I sigh, stopping at a dominos and grabbing a pizza, the box burning my hands as I walk up to Ashton's door, knocking softly.
The door swung open to Michael in lose pajama pants and a baseball tee, but what looked so different was his dark purple, almost Galaxy looking hair sprouting from his head.
He gives me a lopsided grin and I suddenly feel bad for pushing him away as much as I have been lately.
"Fifa?" I ask, stepping inside to the soft smell of Vanilla that always hung around Ashton.
"FIFA?!" Luke says, surprising me as he walks out from the kitchen, an exited look on his face.
"We are not playing." Ashton pauses to grimace, leaning into the couch slightly "Fifa"
I laugh and all the worries from the week melted away as I settle on the couch, all my best mates surrounding me, I couldn't ask for more.
I just wish I could be like this forever.
A/N
So I feel like absolute poop rn, my whole body is sore and my throat hurts.
Anyways what do you thing? Ik nothing major happened in this chapter, so sorry if you though it was boring.
BTW I JUST UPLOADED THE INTRO TO MY MALI SHORT STORY!!
Love you all
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