"I ship it!"(Mashton/Cake)

Chapter 38: What's Up?

(I wasn't gonna update today, but then I heard about the whole Naughty boy and Zayn thing. Look at the pic. If it doesn't show up, Imma cut a bitch. Second, teen wolf just came on. So I am like editing this, and watching it at the same time. Also, this chapter is really sad, towards the middle and so on. Bring tissues. )

Calum's pov

*1 month later*

One fucking month.

That's how long is been since Luke died.

Nothing is the same anymore.

Did I fall into depression you may ask?

In a way, I did.

But honestly, all I do now smoke and drink.

My parents check on me everyday, but all I do, is end up screaming at them.

School?

Fuck it.

My friends.

I see them everyday, even if I'm not in my right mind.

Slowly, I got out of bed, wine all over my shirt.

I'll clean that up later.

I picked up my broken phone .

After Luke died, I threw my phone out the window.

It glitches all the time now.

When I walked down stairs, there my friends sat, on the couch , watching television.

"Hey Calum! How you doing buddy?" Michael asked, cheerfully.

At least him and Ashton seemed to be happier together now.

Luke's death had affected them too.

They missed him deeply, and stopped hate-fucking each other.

"I'm getting better everyday. Did you guys bring any food ?" I asked.

I looked around for some more cigarettes to smoke, and found one of my packs on the table.

Ana reached for the cigars, and threw them out the window.

"No. Not while Sammy is here. This place already reeks, you aren't gonna make it worse."

I groaned and went to get some beer.

"No drinking either," Abigail called.

"Ugh, then what am I suppose to do?"

"Watch TV! Duh!" Ashton suggested.

I sat down in one of the chairs , me and Luke used to share.

It still smelled like him a bit.

I felt tears build up in my eyes again, and clutched a pillow, that was in the chair.

"Luke? Can you hear me? Its me again Callie. Yes, of course we can cuddle my darling. Of course. Oh baby, shh, don't cry. Its gonna be alright."

I stroked the pillow, and before I knew it, Mashton were by my sides again.

"Calum, he isn't there. He's gone," Ashton whispered.

"No, he's right here. In my arms. Right here," I said, as if I was begging. Trying to convince myself.

"No. He's in a better place. He's happy."

"BUT I'M FUCKING NOT! I NEED HIM!"

I flung the pillow across the room then raced into my room, and slammed the door shut, and threw around some stuff.