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Vol 22: Thank fuck that's over

To anyone peering out from the window into the lives of these individuals would think that Calum got the blunt end of the stick again. Dragging himself to make sure his mates little sister got water so she wouldn't dry up from dehydration where he could instead be playing beer pong with his mates. You'd think he regretted going upstairs to the girls room in the first place. But if you payed more attention, and saw beyond what the eyes perceive, you'll soon figure out that this is not the case.

Calum slipped through the front door into the hallway, dodging most of the wasted bodies that lingered around the perimeters of the structure. He swiftly manoeuvred himself to the kitchen still with a beer bottle in hand and the other hand shoved into his pocket. He made sure he was a distance away from Luke if he saw the blonde boy anywhere, but he didn't seem to spot him so his guard was left down- thankfully.

Excusing himself from crowded souls, the boy finally made it to the esky which was perched just outside the sliding door on the porch out back. He managed to fish out a cold water bottle and snag a packet of bread from the table. He didn't know much on how to sober up a girl- but he thought this would do.

As Calum was about to call his scavenge successful and head back into the house, a certain blonde suddenly appeared into his vision.

Luke headed towards the boy where he had a beer relaxed to the side of his body. As he took a sip of his beer he made eye contact with Calum, and his mouth slightly curved into a smug smirk like he knew something the brunette didn't.

"V1 V1 you and me right now." Luke pointed to the plastic table in which beer pong was being set up. His movements were a little sloppy, but his muscles were relaxed and his head laid back. Calum usually sees the boy with tense muscles and alert eyes, but that was when they were on tour- and this is now.

"As much as I'd love to fuck your ass up- I need to attend a drunk-" He paused.

Be more fucking careful on what you say- god damnit!

"Micheal."

Slight relieve flew around his mind as he managed to finish the sentence without actually revealing that he was busy getting water for Luke's little sister that has been vomiting and is now by herself in the front yard; making friends with the flowers. He should of thought about how that sounded to someone else.

Luke rolled his eyes and scoffed.

"Please. You don't need to fucking baby sit a grown ass man- he'll be fine."

A little nervous cord stuck the bottom of Calum's stomach. He knew he was backed in a corner now- and he didn't know how to get out of it. He can't just leave Lacey by herself at the front all drunk and sick. And without realising, it pained him to think about her being alone with every second he thought about the girl. Sure, she wasn't black out drunk- but she was tipsy. She can't control her self 100%. She might vomit again. She might wander away from the house. She might get herself hurt.

Fuck.

And what bothered him the most is that it was Luke's little sister he was worried about- and Luke had no fucking clue.

A tad bit of guilt swum in his stomach instead.

"Seriously mate-" Calum tried to ever so quickly and carefully navigate a sentence he didn't know where was ending.

"The guy vomited out Lacey's window." Calum couldn't help but blurt out and Luke's jaw dropped with his turquoise eyes budged out.

"Fuck.."

"I'll kill the guy myself." Luke chuckled with annoyance and slight rage laced around his tone.

"But I will beat your ass in a sec- don't you worry.." With a sigh of relief in Calum's voice with the all good on  steering clear from Luke's gaze, suddenly cold acrylic nails tugged his bicep from behind him.