I know || fem!malum

five

makayla

before I knew it freshman year had ended and it was summer.

on the first week of summer, callie and I hung out a lot. I was basically with her seven days a week. we went to the mall twice, the theater once (as well as the ice cream shop and maybe bubble tea) and the rest of the time was spent at callie's house.

I remember how she surprised me with a bottle of bleach one time I came by and we bleached my  hair right in her kitchen. it wasn't as messy as we thought it would turn out, thank god. 

after waiting 45 minutes for the bleach to work, I told her I was gonna hop into the shower.

"want me to come with you?" she said, giggling lightly afterwards.

I rolled my eyes, but in the back of my head I was hoping she wasn't joking.

she was though.

after I got out and showed her my bleached head, she squealed in excitement. it made me smile, because... she was happy. and even though I saw her happy all the time, I, for some reason, felt responsible for it (even though she's the one that bleached my head, but whatever).

"it looks so good!" 

"thanks to you." I laughed.

"wait, we're not done yet." she led me back to the kitchen counter and then colored my hair a bright pink. while waiting, callie and I just hung out in her living room. she wrapped my head with a shower cap so no dye got onto her couch and we watched some tv. while on the couch she leaned his head onto my shoulder, but pulled back quickly when she realized I still had the dye on my hair.

"is it time yet?" she asked, checking the clock to avoid the awkward silence.

it was, so I nodded and she helped me rinse it out.

it came out as a pretty light pink, and she described it as cotton candy, playfully nibbling at my ear after. the action made my heart flutter, but I couldn't let her know that. so, I pushed her away gently, laughing.

callie and I were super close after that summer. we called, texted and skyped each other every single day. she asked me advice on anything and everything, and vice versa. 

it was good. life was good.

when sophmore year started, nothing had really changed. my friendship with ashton had died down a little since I barely made time for him in the summer, but when school came back around he was back to walking me to class. only difference this time was that callie was walking with us as well.

we soon became the school's three musketeers, and my bond with the two of them grew stronger than ever.

callie had ditched her middle school friends and was constantly by ashton and my side. we spent days after school together, and on weekends, too.

by this time, ashton had asked me out on a date, just one on one. I knew he still had an interest in me, and I declined respectfully, saying 'callie would feel left out'. in reality, I just didn't like him like that. ashton was great and all, but I had my eyes on someone else. I don't think he understood that.

ashton took the rejection well, thankfully, and we went back to being a happy trio.

I knew none of this would last though.

winter formal was coming up.

usually every girl would be super excited for this, but I was the complete opposite. I barely made it through homecoming, and now cal and ash expected me to go to another dance? 

I don't even know why dances and formals stressed me out so much. I think it was all the planning. literally. so. much. planning. callie (and her parents) loved making everything extravagant, which balanced us out since I was the complete opposite. they wanted us to pull up in a nice car, they wanted us to look and dress nice, they wanted us to have a good time.

and I'm so grateful for that. I just don't think it's totally necessary. 

after not having a great experience at homecoming I told callie and ash that I was gonna stay home.

at first they told me "we'll stay home with you", but that would be ashton would sleep over and my dad is so over protective, so I told them not to worry about it and to have fun without me.

they did.

they had a lot of fun, actually.

and I can't even fucking complain about it. because I was the one who told them to have a good time. jesus christ, it was practically my fault they had a good time. if I told them to have fun while I was home maybe they wouldn't have had a good time. but they had a fantastic time. without me.

oh no, I'm not mad, trust me. not at all...

do you wanna know how good of a time they had? how much they enjoyed me not being there?

you better fucking get ready, because you're in for an earful.

after the winter formal was the weekend, obviously. I had fallen asleep before the dance ended and so we hadn't talked at all that night. traditionally, I would sneak out saturday morning to callie's. and, traditionally, I did it that day.

what I saw when ashton opened the door made my head fucking explode.

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I finally updated after so long :') 

I forgot how cute this story was lol.