(((( So basically, I felt somewhat bad (not really tbh) about the ending so I have decided to give you an alterante (somewaht happier ish) ending. There will be two parts (this is the first) so enjoy!!! I actually had this in my drafts for quite some time contemplating if I should post it or not, but I decided to do it because why not.
Note:: this is after Calum kissed Layla, so yeah, he still kissed her and she still didn't kiss him back it's just continuing the story (but in a couple years in the future)
Another note:: this was not how i planned to end the story so yeah. in my world calum and layla aren't a thing sorry not sorry ))))))
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It was spring break and some of my new friends and I went to Ohio, more specifically to the city I used to call my home a few years ago.
It’s been two years since I moved to pursue my career in neurology (And three years since Calum kissed me). Luke and I lasted for a while, but having a long distance relationship was not for fair for either of us. Especially since I would be studying and focusing on school most of the time.
Long distance friendships didin't work too much either. Eventually Eloise and I grew apart. We tried to talk to each other but it was never same as it used to be. Honestly, I’m not even sure if she’s still with Michael.
But that’s life. Old friends slowly become strangers.
As for Calum, I stopped talking to him after the kiss. Sometimes when going over to Luke’s place I would see him. We would awkwardly greet each other but most of the time I acted like nothing happened.
If I said the kissed meant something to me I would be lying. But oddly enough my thoughts after moving would sometimes wander to him. How annoying but still completely charming he would be. And sometimes, just sometimes, when enough alcohol was running through my blood, I would think about what would’ve happened if I kissed him back.
We were at a new club downtown. One where the music was too loud and you could feel the sweat of the person dancing (more like shuffling or grinding) next to you. The neon lights flashed in every direction brightening up the dark dance floor.
That’s when I saw him.
Calum.
It had to be.
The oil coloured hair and toned arms were unmissable.
That night, was one of the nights where I had a little too much to drink. A little too much that caused me to be a little too confident.
I couldn't care less that he was with another girl. I had spent too many druken hazes thinking about what could have been.
It was my fault that we became strangers and I wasn’t going to let him go again.
The drug called alcohol (or regret, I’m not sure which one) guided my feet to the boy. I shuffled until I reached him and tapped on his shoulder waiting for him to turn around.
When he did I didn’t wait another second, I crashed my lips with his. Something I should have done a long time ago. His lips felt different than before, not as familiar. Only after he pulled away did I realize it wasn’t Calum, but a random guy.
My mind, so paranoid that I would bump into him, had played with me.
