Over The Fence: Malum

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Michael nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the voice telling him he was a good singer. He wished the fence wasn't so high so he could see who it was. His name was Calum. That's all he knew.

"So... Calum... Why exactly were you eavesdropping on me?" Michael asked playfully. Calum was grateful that Michael couldn't see his blush.

"I wasn't eavesdropping. I just came outside and I happened to hear you singing! It was really amazing too" he said. Michael laughed.

"I was just joking, mate no need to worry" he said. Calum sighed.

"Oh. Okay."

"So what's it like on your side of the fence?" Michael asked, setting his guitar to the side. Calum shrugged, momentarily forgetting that Michael couldn't see him

"I'm sure its similar to your side. Green grass, some trees." He replied.

"No no, describe it to me. Do you have the classic tire swing and swimming pool? Or is it different?"

"Well you had to drive by here to get to your house, don't you?" Calum asked. Michael pulled some grass out of the ground and began making a pile of it

"Yeah but I didn't really see it. I have a hard time focusing on things." He replied. Calum ran a hand through his hair and moved his arms and legs like he was making a snow angel.

"Well, I don't know. The grass is getting a little long. We have an old ass swing set that no one uses anymore and a pool in the back yard. I think that's about it." Michael smiled to himself

"Do you want to know what my side looks like?" He asked. Calum smiled a little. He was enjoying not having to actually see Michael. That way Michael wouldn't see him or ask him about his scar. His horrendous ugly scar.

"Sure. What's it like?"

"Well, the grass isn't getting long cause the people kept it nice. My mum has already attempted to start a garden in the front lawn and there's a weird little pond thingy back here. It looks murky and kinda gross." Michael explained. Calum closed his eyes, picturing what Michael was explaining. He even attempted to picture Michael. He sounded perhaps like a brunette. With chocolatey eyes and beach like hair. He had tan skin a bit like himself. But more beach tan than his kind of tan. He pictured Michael sitting on the beach wherever hed come from and strumming his guitar lightly. Yes that seemed like Michael.

"What're you thinking about?" Michael asked. Calum hummed quietly.

"I'm picturing your yard kn my head." He replied, conveniently leaving out that he'd pictured Michael as well.

"Oh. Okay." Was all Michael said.

"Are you gonna go to the high school this fall?" Calum asked suddenly.

"Yeah. I'm going to the one that's a few miles from here." He replied.

"I used to go there. I don't anymore though."

"Why not? Did you graduate?"

"No no. I'm home schooled now. I take online classes."

"How come?"

"I-i just didn't like it there..."

"Oh no... Does it suck there?"

"No. It's fine there I just don't like leaving my house much. It.... Makes me nervous."

"Oh. Alright. Sell I'll talk to you later, Calum. I should really do some unpacking"

"Alright. Talk to you later, Michael"