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the boy with the white eyes deleted scene number one - c won't stop crying

the boy with the white eyes deleted scene number one — c won’t stop crying

Calum laid on Luke’s bed looking at the glow in the dark stars plastered on his ceiling. He wondered if the blonde even knew they were there, will he ever know? Cal could hear their lecture from earlier blaring from Luke’s earbuds as the blind boy stared at the plain walls. He was going to make himself deaf, too. 

Luke didn’t know he was staring into space, he didn’t really care though either. He continued to zone in and out of the lecture, his professor’s voice was droning on and on about something Luke could not care less about. 

“Do you hear that?” Calum asked, turning his head closer to the bedroom door. Muffled yells were coming from somewhere on the floor and he couldn’t figure it out. 

Luke continued to tap a beat on his lap top, hoping the concluding sentence was coming soon.

“Yo, dipshit,” Calum yelled, throwing a pillow at his roommate.

Luke jumped back, started by the impact, “ow—what the fuck, man?” He took out an ear bud, turning to the direction where he believed Calum was. 

“I hear screams.”

“Then see a therapist,” he responded.

Calum stood up, delivering a slap to the head for the poor blonde, “I’m gonna go check it out.”

“If it’s the neighbor kid, please leave them alone,” Luke called, almost out of ear shot.

“It’s not my fault you have a huge crush on that pixie-haired dude. I’m allowed to talk to whomever I want!” Calum called back, already making his way to the door. He put on some beat-up Vans laying by the door. He wasn’t sure if they were his or not, but frankly, he did not care.

His flannel pajama pants were dragging under his ankles but he didn’t want to look like an old man and raise them past his hips. Even at 11:04 p.m., he wanted to look hot. 

Calum stepped outside and into the hallway. The blue carpet was dirty and in great need of the maid to come around, but he doesn’t think she even works anymore. 

The screams became louder and it confirmed his suspicions—it was the toddler yelling at ungodly hours. He didn’t like that small blonde chick, she had the most tantrums he’s ever seen someone have. 

Cal felt bad for Michael, he was the one who had to put up with the brat growing up to throw more unreasonable tantrums. 

(a/n) if only he knew he'd end up with her.....kwekjrha;erhau;kej

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