My Famous Brother's Best Friend

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5 Months Later

Calum's P.O.V

"Yeah I'll see you guys later!" I shout to the boys, tossing my bag over my shoulder. After a long night of drinks and movies, I was pooped. Michael and I were friends again, leaning on each other when she left. He drank more than he should, keeping himself busy when he wasn't on tour. Almost an alcoholic.

Luke's mom, Liz, told us that she was okay, but that she begged her mother not to tell them where she was. She didn't want to be found.

I got in my car, her silver heart necklace dangling from my rear view mirror. I tossed my bag in the back, sighing as I drove home. When will I forget about her?

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My macbook was open in front of me, YouTube and Twitter being open. I was trying to figure out how to rhyme some lyrics, my mind seeming to be jumbled.

Ashton knocked on my bedroom door, "Hey, you hungry? I'm ordering pizza."

"Nah man, I'm good. Goodnight!" I said as he nodded, closing the door.

I attempted to clear my mind, pulling my laptop in front of me.

I skimmed down my subscriptions, seeing that Andrea Russett had a new video labeled, "Prank Calling!"

I decided to watch it, moving into a more comfortable position.

Her face popped up onto the screen, "Hey guys! It's Andrea here and today I had no idea what to film so we are doing prank calling for like, the 800th time!" she said sarcastically. Andrea was quite funny, having a strange sense of humour.

"So I have some friends with me today!" She chanted, having three girls run at her.

"Most of you guys know these girls but today we have Jenn, Arden and Lauren, who somehow always end up in my videos! Great! Anyways, so what we have here is-" Andrea explained, having Lauren cut her off.

"Hey, she just got home! Madison, get in the video, we are prank calling people!"

The name made my tongue dry, forcing me to the harsh reality that it isn't my Madison.

Jenn turned the camera to view a girl with a baggy grey sweater and leggings on, sunglasses perched on top of her head. Her brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, an iced coffee occupying her hands.

I'm hallucinating, I'm hallucinating, I'm hallucinating, I'm hallucinating.

"Haven't you guys done this like 3 times now?" she laughed.

I rubbed my eyes, blinking at the screen. It isn't her. It can't be her.

"God, you're a fake fan, we have done this 4 times! Come be in it!" Arden shouted.

It's her.

It's my girl.

She sat between Lauren and Jenn, scooching her butt back against the wall. My chest feels like it's collapsing.

They explained how the video was going to go, pulling two numbers from a bucket. The first tells you what letter and the second means what contact in that letter. Then they pull another piece of paper from a jar, telling them what to say. They all pulled out their phones, opening their contact list.

Each girl goes, from Andrea to Arden. Andrea had to call her mother to tell her she had been arrested, and Arden had to call her old high school friend and tell them to stop calling her.

Madison's hand dug down into the bucket, pulling two numbers, "I got 3 and 1."

She skimmed down through her phone, "I have to call Cal- Wait."

I saw her gulp, whispering in Arden's ear.

"Just do A and then 3 down, it's fine," she said.

Was it my name that she had to call? Was she suppose to call me and tell me she was pregnant instead of Abby? Was she afraid of how I'd answer? Or did she just not care to talk to me?

I picked up my jacket, bag and keys, shutting my laptop and leaving my room.

"Oi! Where are you going?" Ashton sputtered, mouth full of pizza.

"I'll be back in a few days."

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Should I even finish this story?