Memories //luke hemmings

Old friends

Come on, Quinn Madiline Bolton, your such a slut!
Just like your mother was, a whore who couldn't get a job at any other place but a strip club because she was too lazy to actually 'work' for our family.
The mother who never even felt like a mother.

I quickly grab my phone, I never want to talk about it, but I think this is my last resort.

I'll talk to one of my old friends from highschool, all my friends were boys so I only have one of their numbers.
They might have thought I was hitting on them if I had asked.
I quickly go to my contacts and search up the name, 'Calpal :).' his real name is Calum, but that was my nickname for him.
I haven't talked to him in 2, 3 years tops. I'm wondering what he'll say.
I've never been a big texter, so I click the 'call' button on my phone and put it to my ear.
It's ringing...
Oh shit, this was a bad idea.
I hear a familiar voice right before I hit the end button.
Shit.
"Hello?" His voice was always really really, perfect.
"Hi, it's umm. Quinn. I mean, I don't know if you remember me but I ju-"
But I was cut off by his voice, it's beautiful.
He's beautiful.
Shit, what am I thinking!
"I remember, what's up chick?"
"Umm, nothing, c-can you come over? Like, now?"
Shit, what the hell in being a creepy ass awkward shit.
"Sure, yeah." He sounded concerned, I hate myself.
"Ok, I'll text you my address."
"Ok, bye."

As soon at I hang up, I scream as loud as I can.
But am that doesn't help my voice.
Or my actions.

I text him the address to my apartment and close my phone. I have nothing, what could I possibly lose?
My dignity, sanity, etc.
I should skip town, get a new job, new phone, new life, new look.
But that won't fix me.
Nothing will.
It won't give me a new mind, I'll always have these memories.

After I waited for 20, 25 minuets I start to wonder if he thought I was a creepy ass and ditched me.
But I got my hopes too high.

The doorbell rang and I ran like a child to get it. What am I doing?

I collect myself and open the door.
Damn, he looks different.
But the change is good, more than good, he looks like a god.
I'm staring.
I'm a slut.
"Umm, hi." I stammer and step out of the way, welcoming him in.
What am I doing?
It'll all just be really awkward!

"Hey, so... Why did you need me to come over? You sounded, well... You sounded terrible, Quinn." He admitted as he sat on the couch.
"Well, I haven't been the best lately and I just needed someone." I sigh and look at the floor, sitting next to him awkwardly.