The Space Between a Rock and a Hard Place- 5SOS

Chapter Thirty

Lay With Me- Moontower

Aviana Ross:

I'm pretty sure I got my point across. I needed a break to reevaluate where this relationship was headed, and if it was still worth it. When he said what he did, it was all just a little sudden and unsettling to me. We're close, but sometimes it feels more like being best friends rather than a relationship, and other times I really do think I could like him in the way he feels about me. But it's never consistent, and as we fall out of the supposed 'honeymoon phase' of a relationship, I really think it's going to end the same as before.

And although it's literally been a week since this conversation, I have yet to make up my mind. I feel bad about ignoring his texts and calls, but I don't want him persuading me into a decision that I need to make myself.

Because of this, I was once again with Calum. We had at least been in a solid friendship again for a while now, and I knew I could just get away and relax. I really felt like I could trust him or Luke, but I was definitely closer with Cal. And it's not that I couldn't trust Michael, he just likes to joke around a lot.

I don't want to do anything, and I don't want to be alone. So, I'm laying on his couch doing exactly that.

Cal is in his kitchen, making pasta, and I'm zoned out watching whatever he's got playing on the tv. He didn't ask any questions regarding my mood when I unusually showed up, and for the most part, has left me alone in the living room.

Honestly, I'm not really watching the tv, I'm just spaced out. Every once in a while, I can hear Calum from the kitchen humming or lightly singing something I'm not sure of. I'm pretty confident it's one of the new songs they've been working on, but it's not anything that Cal had shown me last week.

"Pasta's about done, did you want any Av?" he asks from across the open living space.

I snap out of the trance I had been in and answer his question, "Uhm, yeah, sure... I don't need a lot though,"

I can hear him dishing out the noodles in the kitchen and soon brings over bowls for the both of us then takes a seat near me. Sitting up to allow him on his own couch, I take one of the bowls he offers to me.

"Thanks, Cal, what's in this?" I say, looking at the mixture he presented to me.

"Spaghetti noodles, butter, and cheese?"

"Oh so that's why they look slimy" I tease him, a wide grin spreading across my face. An expression I haven't had in a while.

He playfully pushes his shoulder into mine, getting back at me for my comment. Shaking his head, I watch him go ahead and take in a mouthful of noodles.

I decide to try them myself, and they aren't bad. I needed some carbs right now honestly.

"Okay, yeah, they're decent," I admit.

"Nothing too complicated,"

We sit in silence, taking in the simple meal, and focusing on the media playing on the screen within sight. It was dinnertime of course, but I was already feeling tired. After taking my last bite, I can't help but rest my head against Calum's bicep. Out of the whole couch, he had to sit directly next to me, and therefore, I'm going to use him as a pillow in return.

It wasn't long after when he finished the larger portion of noodles, and takes the bowls back to the kitchen, disrupting my comfort. I let out a lazy groan, overreacting and flopping down across the couch again.

I'm facedown, so I don't see him come back, but I hear his footsteps and the short laugh that escapes his lips when he sees me sprawled out on his sofa again.