Cold | Calum Hood Fanfic

Four

Ivetta

When the boys were laughing, I left, so to not show my emotion. I'd smelt cooking, is how I knew Mum was in the kitchen, "Mum, I'm going for a walk. See if anythings changed," I enlightened.

"I'm making breakfast, but if you don't want any then, just be careful."

"Fine."

When I walked through the living room, the boys were still in a fit of laughter. Exiting the threshold, I traveled down the oh, so familiar streets.

So far not much had changed, actually nothing had. But we lived in the more suburban area of Sydney. I'm not going to walk all the way to the city, I'm sure if it's like this part if town, it hasn't changed much either.

I strolled past the street I remember as Calum's. I've missed his so much, these last two years. He'd been my best friend since the first grade, he's like another brother to me. Actually more. It feels different, than the relationship I have with Mikey. I'd been getting this fluttering feeling in my stomach, before I left. I'm not sure what it means. But I like it.

Last night during the movie, I guess I'd fallen asleep. That's happened before, it was a couple months before I left, actually.

It was summer vacation, and Calum stayed the night. The two of us were watching House Of Wax, the 1953 version.

I was getting freaked out, so I crawled across the couch over to Calum's left side.

"You're already scared? It just started."

"I know, but the movie gives me the Heeby-Jeebies."

He put his arm around my shoulders, in a protective way. I cuddled into his body, turning back to the movie.

I'm assuming we both fell asleep, because the Tv was still on, when we were so rudely woken.

"What're you doing."

He'd made a popping noise in my ear, which startled me. Sending me shooting up, head butting Michael.

"Ow," we groaned, rubbing our foreheads.

"What'd you do that for!"

"I didn't think you'd head butt me!"

"Sorry, big bro," I said opening my arms for a hug.

He wrapped his arms around my neck, while I hugged his waist.

"You're too loud!" Calum complained, stretching his arms out, pulling Michael on top of us.

I moaned, the boys weight crushing me.

That was a fun night, and morning. After, that we had a water gun war. The only down side to it all was I was wearing a white t-shirt. So, you could see my bra through it. We'd gotten soaked, so Calum borrowed Michael's clothes, leaving his Green Day shirt, I'm wearing, at our home.

After walking a few blocks, I ended up back home. Out front the rusty pickup truck was missing. When I entered, I found that the boys left. I head up stairs to Michael's room, knocking on his door. He opened the door and wasn't wearing his shirt.

"Hey, something wrong?"

I shook my head, "Did Cal and the other two leave?"

"Luke and Ashton. Yeah, they all left, a few minutes ago. Why?"

"No reason, can I come in?"

"Yeah," he moved aside, letting me enter.

When I stepped inside, I realized the room hadn't changed, at all. His walls were still covered in band posters, hiding every square inch of wall. I don't even know what color they're suppose to be. Sitting on his bed, I watched as he walked over to his dresser. He was changing clothes, so I looked away.

"Do you remember all the times we've head butted?"

He chuckled, "Yeah, most of them. There's to many to count."

I held Calum's shirt out, off my skin, "This is Cal's shirt."

He didn't respond for a minute, then chuckled, again, "I remember. You two were getting a cuddly, when I got back from, whoever's house I was at."

"You don't remember, who's?"

"Nope," he popped the P, at the same time, bouncing next to me.

Looking over at him he was wearing a plaid, elbow length, button up shirt, with a pair of his black jeans.

"You like what you see?" Michael shimmied.

I shook my head, "Your my bother, that's gross."

"I know, my mind's messed up."

Covering my mouth, with my hand, I let out a quiet giggle, "I believe that!"

He was giving a cheeky grin, "I got you to cry, laugh, and act emotionless, and it's only ten o'Clock!"

"Shut up," I playfully punched his arm.

Rubbing his palm up and down, he jutted out his bottom lip, "Ouchy."

"So, why was that blonde boy asking for someone to suck h-."

I was cut mid-sentence, by Michael putting his finger to my lips, "You're not allowed to talk like that!"

After moving his hand I spoke again, "I'm only a year younger then you."

"They grow up, so fast!" He fake cried, then immediately opened his mouth again. "You have a Twitter, right?"

I shook my head, and he leaned across me, picking up a device.

"Oh, well Cal jumped on them, and hit Luke in the balls. So, I took a pic, posting it on Twitter. He told me I suck, and it went on from there."

"Strange."

"Not really, it's what we do."

"Why?"

"I. Don't. Know," he stroked his imaginary beard.

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Write Date; August 15, 2014

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