FLATLINE [c. hood]

six - drunky poo

cal:
heyyyyyyy you

sweet ass:
hi cal
why are you up at 3:30 am?

cal:
just cuz
I'm a little drunky poo
why are you up?

sweet ass:
I just got home from the after party

cal:
would've been more fun with me!!!!

sweet ass:
you're probably right 
did you go to a party?

cal:
no
yes
kinda
I threw the party

sweet ass:
no invite?
I'm crushed

cal:
you were busy
and I was bored
so party
you could still come over

sweet ass:
mmmm but I'm so comfy in my bed

cal:
my bed is so much comfier
I guarantee it

sweet ass:
okay sure cal

cal:
so you'll come over?

sweet ass: 
not tonight :)

cal:
what if I send you a sexy picture?

sweet ass:
naur 
you don't have to do that

cal:
so you hate me?

sweet ass: 
yeah that's exactly what I said
I think you need to go to sleep lol

cal:
I'm literally so obsessed with you
and you just think I'm annoying so I'll leave you alone

sweet ass:
calum what? are you seriously mad?

cal:
night.

sweet ass:
you're joking right? 
calum

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Michaelclifford posted to their story

The music boomed through the house, vibrating the floor beneath Calum's feet as he sat on the worn leather couch, surrounded by laughter and conversation. Red solo cups littered the coffee table, and the dim lighting gave the room a hazy glow, but none of it registered. His thoughts were far away, lost in the space that belonged to one person.

He took a sip from his beer, not tasting it, his eyes glazing over as they fixed on the empty corner of the room. The party buzzed around him, friends calling his name, someone handing him another drink, but all he could see in his mind was Noah.

She had told him she wasn't looking for a relationship. She had said it simply, like it was just a fact of life like it shouldn't hurt. But it did. It shouldn't have, he kept telling himself. They hadn't even been dating—just talking, just getting to know each other. But there was something about her that had sunk under his skin, something that made it impossible to just brush off her words and move on.

He let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair as someone sat down next to him, asking if he was okay. He gave a half-hearted smile, nodding. "Yeah, just thinking."

But what he didn't say was that he was thinking about Noah. About how he couldn't stop thinking about her. And no matter how hard he tried, she was there all the time.