Floors || Lashton au (boyxboy)

Chapter 2

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"How was your day so far?" Calum asks me from in front of me. I look up to see Calum putting a forkful of pasta into his mouth. "My day is going alright. Nothing exciting." I shrug, poking my pasta with my white plastic fork. They won't let us use metal knifes and forks, only plastic because they "don't trust us.".

This is one in a million reasons why I like Calum. He always asks me how my day is going or how it's been, no matter what state or mood he is in. He always has room for me.

He nods his head in understanding, chewing the remains of his food before swallowing and talking. "Ms. Thompson said I was improving."

Ms. Thompson is Calum's doctor. "That's good." I give him my famous smile. He proudly gives one back. "Thanks, it felt good to here that." he says, stuffing another forkful of white pasta in his mouth.

We remain silent for a few seconds, only to be interrupted by myself. "My doctor signed me up to a pen pal today." I say, keeping my gaze on my food. "She said she wanted me to communicate more with other clients." I continue, taking a small mouthful of my own pasta. I chew silently, looking up to meet Calum's gaze. He nods his head. "So what's their name?" he asks.

"Ashton." I reply.

"What floor is he on?" he continues to ask questions. I was about to answer but how can I answer a question I don't know the answer to. I stick my bottom lip out slightly. "She never told me." I say.

"When did you both start talking?"

"She told me the news today actually. I was the first one to write." I nod my head slightly. Calum takes a sip of his bottled water. He closes the lid on his bottle, placing it down on the table with ease beside his small portion of lunch; pasta, leaning his right elbow on the rickety table, brushing a hand through his hair. "He seems," Calum pauses. "nice." he laughs, his famous smirk covering his lips.

I roll my eyes with a small chuckle, dropping my fork easily on the table, leaning back into my chair. I lean slightly on my elbows, my fingers drumming against the plastic surface of a plastic green chair.

The lunch room has different colour tables and mostly chairs scattered around the big opened area, making the scene of dull people look somewhat colourful.

I'm in this place called The Teenage Mental Health Programme. Teenagers of ages 12-21 are accepted and brought in here to be helped. Some people that are over or under the assigned ages are accepted in if they are truly bad?

I'm going on over my fourth year now here. I met Calum here, he was here six months before I was. I met him in the library. I was new of course and didn't get time to adjust to the place yet. But I accidentally bumped into Calum making my over to the quiet side of the library but you see, every side there's a quiet side. But of course, Calum being Calum, he saw I was new and wanted to show me around, the actual part I could see.

It's now the middle of February, and exactly six months to my eighteenth birthday. Every year for my birthday, I get outside. Not just for the Get Together Red Day but as in outside. For the past four years of my life I've been stuck in here, not allowed out of the buildings gates. I missed exploring the city. Everyday when I visit my doctor, I love staring out her big window because it's an amazing overlook to the city. So this year, as I'm turning eighteen, I wanted to do something special because I actually don't know when I'll be getting out of here but I suspect never to be honest. I won't be getting my hopes and highs up because I know what will happen.

"Luke?" suddenly hearing my name being called. I shake my head slightly to get out of my little trance but not big enough for anyone to notice I wasn't paying attention. "Yeah?" I look up to Calum, suspecting it was him calling my name for my useless attention. I sit forward slightly, giving him my best attention. "I have to go meet my doctor now." knowing he was he one drawing for my attention, who else would draw for me. Not even a question to be answered.

"I'll see you?" I wait for him to finish the sentence, seeing him getting up from his spot on his plastic blue chair, taking the red try that was filled with leftover scrapings of his lunch and now empty water bottle. "Tomorrow?" he shrugs, pushing in his chair with his knee.

"Are you with your doctor tomorrow?" he asks, standing in front of me, his hands filled with his half eaten lunch on his tray. I nod my head. "Tomorrow evening." I say without a question. Calum laughs slightly, shaking his head. He bids me goodnight for the night, knowing I won't be seeing him before bed. I wave him off, staring back down at my half empty pasta clear plastic bowl.