5 Seconds of Summer Imagines

Style - Calum #2

There was no escape plan this time.Calum stayed where he was. I stayed where I was. It was another 7months on top of the 2 previous since I had heard from him. He wasn'tallowed any calls or visitors any more. According to his mother hewas allowed to play the bass again, but the strings were blunt and hewas watched all the time. I liked that he was allowed his music. Ihad nothing of him. The love bites had faded and his scent no longerfilled my soul. I longed for his touch every second of my existence.

I got a phone call from him. I triednot to cry at the sound of his voice but he cracked first. Being withhim all those months ago had weakened the resistance we had had tothis situation.

"I'm allowed one visit from familyand one from a friend. I want you to come."

Two weeks later we're sitting withglass in front of us. Calum had a black eye and a split lip. But hisarms were stronger than they were before. The music was clearlyhelping him.

"They won't let us have a room visitcause of the last time we were together in here. But I have a plan."

Yet another two weeks later, I wasready. I stood over the man I had just shot. I had no idea what orwho he was but he was dead. The gun felt even heavier empty than ithad loaded. It was a stupid, stupid idea. But I would be able to seeCalum. I had my red lipstick and push up bra and g-string on. Nobaggy, orange prison suit was going to stop my femininity. I waspicked up right on cue.

My mother didn't cry in court andneither did my dad. They were both sitting stony faced. They hadfigured out my plan and were so disappointed. But I didn't care. Theprison was stupid enough to put mine and Calum's cells on the samefloor. Creeping off together in mess time was ridiculously easy.Prison sex was quite fun.

Even as my lips got chapped, my hairoily and my bra weak, we were happy. All the news channels stillcalled us the star crossed prison lovers. And we weren't that muchmore. We were together every moment we could be. Imagine the faces ofthe people back home. What would they say? Did I care?

We were a murderous pair.

And we never go out of style.