the big band breakup

run away with me (calum's perspective)

"calum, please!!!" shouted my 15 year old sister, mali koa. "run away with me! i swear i'm done with school! done done done!" she sobbed loudly into my shoulder.

"um mali, what would people think if I ran away with a 15 year old? i'm 17, almost 18. i don't want my friends to get ideas." I replied.

"like luke?" she wiped away a tear. "luke was so kind to me. i don't know how he still talks to a complete loser like me. and his brothers are just as hot. like ben." she smiled.

"yes, think positive!" i encouraged her. we were closer than normal siblings, but all my friends convinced me that mali koa was a goth weirdo and that i would lose the popularity i've built the past 3 years in highschool. i didn't want to risk that but i needed to be there for my one and only sister, or my mom would kill me. 

mali had a huuuge fetish for my ex friend luke, who had just turned 18 a few days ago. sometimes, he'd smile at her like she was something special, but then i remembered that luke did that to everybody. 

"do you think any of the hemmings will like me?" mali wiped away a lasting tear. 

i rolled my eyes. "are you kidding me!? they're all 3+ years older than you, mali. you need to focus on school. no more thoughts of running away, or your whole life in front of you will be RUINED." i knew this from experience. in my freshman year, i enjoyed smoking with bad friends. i'd drifted away from my band members, who were always there for me. i regretted it terribly. 

my mother was broke and needed money, and right at that time i'd drop out of the fruit market i was working at. my mum was devastated but she made a plate of her signature spaghetti and bailed me out.

after finishing the thought, i saw mali koa put on red lipstick and giggling on the phone. 

"what is it!?" i snatched the phone away from her.

she glared at me and grabbed it back. "NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS CALUM! YOU ARE SO ANNOYING!"

she left out the door in a hurry. "i was just going to tell you, if it's a date you probably shouldn't of worn that ugly mustard cardigan..." i said, pouting.

i picked up my bass and plucked a few strings.

then, my mom walked through the door with a bag of er, powder and joints, glaring at me angrily. "calum, back to your old ways i see." she shoved a finger in my face. "you will definitely not be attending your tour in japan." she threw some papers at me (which looked like for someone who'd check in rehab) and left, pissed.