The Space Between a Rock and a Hard Place- 5SOS

Chapter Ten

Worlds Apart- Wallows

Calum Hood:

I pressed the call button, securing my fate. It rings. My palms were getting sweaty as I waited for her to pick up. The dial tone repeats itself, again and again. Shit, Av, where are you? It's gonna be ten times worse if she doesn't pick up and I've got to call her again. My gosh, this already seems so embarrassing.

"Hi, it's Aviana," she said, sounding out of breath.

"Uhm, hi, it's Calum, are you okay?"

"Oh, hi! Sorry, my phone fell and I couldn't find it... anyways, how's Canada? You guys out there yet?"

"Yeah, we landed a few hours ago, waiting for soundcheck," I answered.

"Is it pretty there?"

"Just looks like every other city we've been to,"

"Oh, well... it's gotta be at least a little different from LA..." she trails off. The conversation is dying, and neither of us knows what to say. "Is there a reason you called, Calum?"

"No, not really, just checking in," I say, instantly regretting it. That's literally the dumbest thing I could have said. "Uhm, I've gotta go now... soundcheck"

"Oh okay, bye Cal," she says and hangs up.

Bye, I guess.

I hate myself, what the heck was that? Probably not what Mali meant when she told me to call her, like could that have gone any worse?

I didn't even know what to say, what am I supposed to talk to her about? And I just panicked.

I lightly toss my phone to the counter next to me, hard enough to release my frustration, but not so much that it would break. I place my head in my arms next to my belongings strewn across the counter space. What am I going to do? I can't even talk to her on the phone without sounding like a complete idiot.

I pick my head up and aimlessly fiddle with my things to distract my mind. I pick at the edge of my wallet, then open it, my cringey driver's license photo staring back at me. My gosh, why did I have that haircut? I fold it the opposite direction, trying to see just how far it could go. Not very far. Oh, well.

I have one picture in here, shoved in between credit cards. It's the boys and I, with our friends before we left on tour. Mali's in there too, and so is Av. She's standing between Mali and Luke, her hair shorter compared to when I saw her last. I don't think I liked her back then... at least not like this.

The moment is cut short by a knock on the door. Luke lets himself in, "Hey, we gotta be on stage in five, you ready?"

I nod, grab my guitar, and head out to the stage with Luke. But in the back of my mind, I can't pull my thoughts away from my terrible attempt at basic human communication.

How am I ever supposed to know, do I even exist in her heart?

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