omegle:: hood

twenty-four

annabelle cruz.

"so," michael started, "how'd you guys meet?"

i looked over at calum, expecting him to answer.

he took his bottom lip in between his teeth, chewing nervously.

why would he be nervous to tell michael how we met? it's not like it's bad that he met me online.

i honestly think it's really cool.

though, sometimes i do regret going on omegle that day.

after we kept texting through it, we became friends. obviously.

but, that day that i found out that brad had cheated on me, i knew i would need a couple of days to actually adjust and understand the whole situation.

being the kind person that i am, i just couldn't cancel on cal.

though, i did feel like i cheated on brad too.

while texting calum, for who knows how long, i started to feel some way towards him.

he probably doesn't like me back.

i should've just let him call me his 'girlfriend' when he introduced me, but the boys already knew that we were fake dating.

i also didn't want it to look obvious that i like him, so i corrected him.

it's pretty much obvious that he doesn't like me. if he did, he would tell me. right?

"um, we met online." i said when calum didn't say anything, looking at michael.

"oh really?"

i nodded and looked down at my hands that were neatly folded on my lap.

"yeah, we met through omegle." calum said softly.

"what the hell is that?" ashton asked, eyes still on the screen.

"oh, i've heard of that!" luke said excitedly, turning away from the screen. "it's like where you talk to strangers, right?"

"goal!" ashton shouted, throwing his game controller on the floor.

luke looked back, "ah shit!"

i held back a laugh and looked away.

"uh, anyways," calum began slowly, "it is an online chat site."

michael nodded, "hmm, nice."

was michael usually like this?

he seems like such a weird ass detective trying to solve a weird ass case, if you ask me.

now that i think about it, i'm in a room with one of my favorite bands.

"holy shit." i whisper.

"huh?" michael asked, looking at me.

this can't be real life.

i pinch myself quickly, without anyone noticing.

oh god.

this is real life. i can't believe it.

wait, how couldn't it be? there's pictures of calum and i on every damn fanpage on instagram.

i've gotten thousand requests to follow me on instagram too.

what the hell, i've been texting the boy over two months.

i think i'm going crazy.

i turn to look at calum, "can i use the restroom?"

he nods, "second door to the right." he says with a charming smile.

i make my way to the bathroom, leaving the boys to talk amongst themselves.

half of the time i don't even know what i'm writing...