15 ~ Calum
"This should work" Thomas holds up a green button up. I scrunch my nose, " I'm going to school, not Easter service." I push the shirt back onto the rack, starting to rethink this whole thing.
We had to go and buy me new cloths because Thomas' were too tight on me, and showed my muscular figure which we need to hide.
"Okay, since you don't want any of the colorful ones, just take this and uh..." Thomas throws me a white button up with black buttons. " here, put this on over it." He Hands me a black over coat thingy and some black dress pants. At least I wont look like a walking watermelon or something.
Taking the cloths to the dressing room, I sigh closing the brown curtain. Removing my black muscle tee and ripped jeans, I step into the fancy cloths.
"Why are there so many freaking buttons?" I mumble to myself as my fingers fumble with the tiny objects. Once I finally get the white shirt on, I shrug the black over coat on and pull the curtain back.
"You have to tuck it in." He says in a 'duh' tone and I roll my eyes and stuff the white shirt into the dress pants. I tug at the collar. "How does this not choke you?"
He rolls his eyes and steps back. He blinks, pushing his glasses back and his eyes widen."You look... like me" he breaths out.
"Well then, it looks like we're buying it."
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"Thomas, get it over with." I groan, sitting on the lid of the toilet.
"I can't! It's like automatic doors." Thomas says as his moves his finger closer to his eye causing it to snap shut before could get the contact in.
"Don't make me do it." I hiss, growing inpatient with him.
He looks at me frightened "you wouldn't."
I stand from the lid and he frantically shoves the contact onto his eye, causing him to blink rapidly.
"Now was that so hard?" I ask, leaning against the counter, watching his eye water up and turn red.
"It's scratching my Cornea!" He squeals.
"Just hurry up and put the other one in." I sigh.
He turns to me, giving me a sad attempt of a glare. "Remind me to teach you how to look intimidating, because you're failing at looking like me at the moment with that look." I snicker at his face.
"Pft, you're not intimidating." Thomas says placing the other contact on the top of his finger.
"I'm not?" I take a step closer to him making him jump.
"Ouch! You made me stab my eye." He whines, blinking to get the second contact in place. "Remind me to show you how to look not so intimidating."
"Finally" I breath out. "Now for the cloths."
Thomas nods and opens the door, running into Mali who was walking towards stairs. "Oh sorry, Calum." She says, her eyes furrowing once she notices my behind Thomas.
"Or is that Calum?" She points at me, her eyes widening. "Oh lord not two Calums, this town won't survive."
"Very funny." I cross my arms, rolling my eyes.
"Ahh there's the real Cal." She smiles. "What are you guys doing?" Her eyes move between ours, skinny eyebrows raised.
"We need your help." Thomas says, grabbing her wrist and dragging her into my room.
"We're switching." He says, "and we need your artistic skills to help us with some physical things, such as his tattoos, and my lack of tattoos. " he says gesturing to me while taking.
"Oh like Lindsey Lohan?"
"That's what I said!" I laugh, giving her a high five.
"This is going to be so much fun!" She squeals, jumping in place before dashing out of the room with a quick " I'll be right back!" Before the door shut behind her.
"Alright, what do you want?" I ask, pulling open my closet.
"Uh, I don't know" he says, leaning into the closet to get a better look.
"You're smart." I pause, so why not NASA?" I smile, tossing the shirt to him.
He quickly changes shirts, blushing slightly. "How do I look?"
I place my hand under my chin. "Uh put these on." I hand him a pair of black skinny jeans.
His arms are skinner than mine... It's Noticeably smaller.
"Put this on over it." I say, handing him a jean jacket. "Perfect." I smile.
Mali walks back in with two huge bags full with makeup. "Looks we're pulling an all nighter." She smirks.
Thomas and I look at each other before a smile spreads across our faces.
"Let's do this."
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2:57 am -
"So you expect me to not even try your work?" Thomas raises an eyebrow at me, his shirt now off and folded neatly beside him on the end of my bed. He chuckles as Mali draws the tattoo dove on his arm with sharpie, mixed with eyeliner.
"Yea, the highest I've made is an 83, no higher than that. Especially not in maths." I say, dabbing foundation over my tattoos the way Mali told me too.
"Just bring my work home, I'll do it here." He says, frowning a bit.
"Okay" I say absentmindedly, concentrating on making the ink on my skin disappear.
I'd never thought that I'd even touch makeup, let alone put it on. But I guess trying new things never hurt, right?
"Alright." He pauses, sucking in a deep breath. "So if anyone at school...picks on you, don't do anything. Act weak and scared." He looks down, an embarrassed shade of red settled on his cheeks.
"What do you mean picked on?" I ask, looking at him, even Mali seems to start drawing slowly, becoming interested in the conversation.
He shrugs, causing Mali to curse as the eyeliner smudges slightly. "Don't move! It's not dry yet." She says, grabbing his arm to keep him still.
"You're going to have to hang out with Luke, ya know." I say, putting a second layer of concealer on to make sure they are covered.
Thomas' nose scrunched up and he licked his lips. " Yeah, I know. Only one day won't kill..." He trails off.
I never did know exactly why Thomas really didn't like Luke, but I know enough not to ask.
"Oh shoot!" Thomas let's his head fall back and he lets out a groan. "Debate club..." He looks at me, with pleasing eyes.
"Oh hell no." I shake my head at him. Debate club is a stupid thing. Who likes to sit here a fight over something stupid like how long school days should be?
"Calum! Come on, I have to listen to your friends talk about your band!" He says, and Mali raises her eyebrows at me. "He has a point."
"Plus." He says, actually smirking for the first time in months. "Valerie's going to be there."
I can't help but stop the smile that forms on my face, so I bite my lip, turning away.
"Fine I'll go." I pause " And I'm going for your sake, not because Valerie's going to be there." I say, scratching the back of my neck.
Thomas just hums, giving me a 'sure' look before moving on. "The subject is the death penalty, as I've said.." He trails off, remembering my sudden out burst at this news a few weeks ago.
"Sorry 'bout that." I say sheepishly. "I don't know why it made me so upset, really. " I say, even though I know it was because it reminded me of dad.
"I just think that people should be punished for the wrong they've done." He says stiffly, trying not to move his face much as Mali had moved into his face, contouring it a bit.
"Yea I understand." I admit, "can you write down your argument for me? That way I know what to day when it's my turn?" I ask, walking over to my mirror to check that all my tattoos were covered.
"It's a good thing it's getting cold." I say, my eyes still looking at my reflection. "You have PE right? At least I'll have an excuse for having long sleeves under the uniform tee shirts. " I give Thomas a lop-sided grin.
He smiles back, Mali had finished his face.
"Alright" she says, walking over to me, a brush and some kind of power in hand. "I'm going to put this over your foundation, it helps it stay on better." She says, gently moving the brush in a circular motion over my where my tattoos should be. Everyone from my parents initials on my hands to MMXII, my most recent one. It stands for 2012, this year. It's for the band.
I figured, even if this band doesn't make it big, it means a lot to me, making music with my best mates, why wouldn't I want to remember this?
We have a small following, on YouTube, we've done a few covers and are planning to do Teenage dirtbag soon for the Christmas holidays.
"Is it alright if I add some lyrics to your songs...?" Thomas suddenly asks, bring me out of my thoughts. " I mean- you know, if one of the boys or Valerie wants to work on them. I won't sing though, I'll say my throat hurts."
I watch as he flips through the pages in my note book full of unfinished songs, interest dripping from his face.
"Yeah sure." I say, and he looks up at me, a huge smile on his lips. "Really? Last time I tried to help you with one of your songs you slammed the door in my face."
I laugh at the memory. "Oh that's right... But I guess you can." I say, my eyes narrowing slightly. "But don't mess with anything, you can add things, but not change anything already there." I say.
He nods his head with a small "got it."
"You guys should get changed, I want to make sure everything looks real." Mali says, brushing her hands onto her jeans.
I slip my white button-up on, clasping all the glossy, black buttons closed and shrugging the black over coat on, not forgetting to tuck in the button-up.
I slide the fake, black rimmed glasses onto the bridge of my nose and look into the mirror.
Thomas walks up behind me, his NASA tee and jean jacket with ripped jeans already on.
I take in a deep breath, amazed at just how well we look like each other.
Mail had even covered up the freckle on Thomas' neck that I didn't have and drew it in mine.
"This is phenomenal!" Thomas laughs, his eyes squinting slightly.
"Don't say big words like that. " I laugh, "and I'll try to sound smart." Thomas looked at me after I had said this, but didn't say anything.
It was weird, every time I looked at my self, I saw someone the complete opposite of me.
Hopefully we can pull this off, Because Lord knows what people would think if they found out.
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A|N
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