Cal's Gal [ editing ]

ch. 48: "results"

Calum's P.O.V

It was going to be a long and tensious day today but it will be worth it. My alarm on my phone rang at exactly six o'clock. I got up, putting on some sweats and a simple black sweatshirt with our band logo on it, and some shades, I chose my Nike roshes to pair it with since it was the most comfortable shoes I could find at the moment.

Taking my phone along and the hairbrush in the ziplock bag, I rushed downstairs going to the kitchen to grab a quick snack for the long day.

"Hey, what's the rush?" Mali asked, she was sitting at the table eating some cereal.

"Uhm- I just gotta run some errands today." I chuckled nervously as I took a banana from the fruit bowl.

"What errands?" she suspiciously asked.

"I have to go." I said, running out of the room and shutting the front door behind me.

I started the car and buckled on my seatbelt I quickly dialed Ashton on the touch screen provided. A couple calls later, he finally answered.

"Calum it's six in the fucking morning.." he answered, sounding groggy.

"Ash! I need your help." I chirped, turning a right at the stop sign.

"What do you need?" he sighed deeply.

"Come with me to the hospital. It's a protocol."

"What? Are you okay? Did you hurt something? I swear to god Calum-" he frantically answered.

"No, Ashton calm down! I'm fine. It's something having to do with me and Tatiana, now listen carefully.. Get ready and dress comfortably like sweats or joggers, because we're going on an adventure today Mr. Irwin." 

"The things I do for you." he hung up.

I loved how Ashton was the reliable friends at times like this. If I were to call Michael he probably would've told me to jump off a cliff because he was too drunk or too burnt out from gaming too much.

It took around five minutes to get to Ashton's house since he didn't live too far away from my own flat. Once I got off the car he was already waiting on his porch, sitting.

"Hey!" I greeted him, cheerfully.

"So.. how are we going to do this?" he asked, getting up.

"I got this." I pulled out the hairbrush, making his eyes widen.

"How did you get this?!" he asked, alertly.

"I snuck into her room, no biggie." I shrugged, shoving the hairbrush back into my back pocket.

"You're creepy and that's scary." he inched a few meters away from me and sat in the passenger seat.

"It's not scary, it's called wanting to find out the truth, idiot." I rolled my eyes at him and backed the car up into the drive way.

"Whatever." he huffed, rapidly texting on his phone.

I haven't texted Tati in about a week or so and I wondered how she's been. Not even Sabrina or Anne has contacted me recently. They probably haven't because of the incident between me and Tatiana. Her dad gave me a really bad feeling about him because when I asked my whole entire family about being adopted or switched at birth, they all refused to accept the information because my father has been in the room when my Mum have given birth to me, even Mali told me that. Something about Tatiana's dad seemed really skeptical.