Loubear: open the door slut
vicki: shutup im coming
Loubear: oh, i see. is luke up there with u?? i could always come back another time..😏
vicki: stfu asshole
I opened the door to find a grinning Louis staring back at me. "You're such an ass." he winces as I smack his arm.
"Whatever," he rolls his eyes, "I was only joking." Without any warning he bolts up the steps to my bedroom and I follow him.
"What are you doing?" Clothes are thrown all over the floor and he's standing in my closet.
"It's Friday, dummy," more clothes are thrown out of my closet, "we're going to Michael's party remember?" he looks at me like I'm stupid.
Of course I remember the party. I was honestly going to just skip it and hang out with Calum. He's actually a really good friend and I've texted him non-stop for the past few days.
"I'm hanging out with Calum today remember?" Clothes are literally everywhere, so I run around the room, picking them up and tossing them back in my closet.
"Oh my god," he groans, "you're seriously skipping a party to hang out with that dork."
"Hey!" I throw a pillow at him," he's not a dork." a pout is evident on my face as I cross my arms and flop down on the bed.
"Whatever," Louis laughs, getting up from the bed,"well, I'm gonna go to the party. Have fun with Calum." and with that, he's gone.
Is he seriously mad at me? I get that he wants to go to Michael's party, but he should respect the fact that I don't. Sometimes Louis' attitude is really annoying, and other times it's something I really love about him. A pillow is used to muffle my scream as I put it over my face and let out all my frustration. The clock on my nightstand says 6:30 and I realize Calum should be here any minute. I look down at what I'm wearing: sweatpants and a Fall Out Boy t-shirt. Deciding to just put a pair of jeans on, I walk over to my dresser and grab my favorite black pair.
Just as the jeans are pulled up my legs, the doorbell rings. I run down the steps and stop in front of the door, taking a deep breath before pulling it open, revealing a happy-looking Calum.
"Hi." he smiles and I find myself smiling too.
"Hi, come in," I step to the side so Calum can walk in the house.
For some reason, theres this really awkward tension in the air, which confuses me because me and Calum have texted about everything. What if were those people who can only talk on the phone and when we talk in person we just have really awkward staring sessions.
Apparently Calum has been talking to me because I'm snapped out of my thoughts when he waves his hand in front of my face.
"Huh? Sorry, I was um, thinking." I feel so dumb right now and I can literally feel the color rising to my cheeks.
"You're cute when you blush," he pokes my dimple and I want to fall on the floor and die.
"Okay, so to be completely honest, I was gonna say something cute back, but I didn't want to be cringey." I shrug and he just laughs.
"I forgot something in the car be right back," he smiles and bolts outside to his car. When he comes back in, three bags are in his strong, muscular, tan, (woah okay chill the fuck out violet) arms.
Calum sits on the couch and pulls out loads of candy, junk food, and pop.
"Netflix and chill?" he smirks at me and it takes less than a second for us to burst out laughing.
"Slow your roll, fuckboy," my sides hurt from laughing so hard and he just smiles.
"Violettttttt," Calum drags out my name and I give him a questioning glance, "will you please make the popcorn?" his smile is so cheesy and cute I just want to squish his face, but that would be weird.
"Sure." I say. I grab the popcorn and head to the kitchen.
"Your butt looks good in those jeans," Calum calls after me and I literally fall to the floor, ripping the bag open, and spilling popcorn kernels everywhere.
Calum rushes into the kitchen and starts crying of laughter when he sees me sprawled out on the ground, while I just sit there with a pout on my face. Still laughing, he gives me his hand and helps me to my feet.
"Holy shit. That was the funniest thing I've ever seen in my life." he says, wiping tears if laughter from his eyes.
"Ha. Ha." I sarcastically say, rolling my eyes.
"But seriously, are you okay?" concern washes over his face as he scans my body for injuries.
"Um, i guess," I shrug, "my knee kinda hurts."
I'm taken by surprise as Calum lifts me up and sets me on the countertop, rolling up my jeans just above my knee.
He frowns, "I'm really sorry for laughing at you. I didn't know you got hurt." he casts his gaze to the floor.
What? I look down at my knee and theres a cut with a bruise around it. "It's fine Calum," I smile, watching him run water over a washrag and wipe the dry blood off my knee.
"Uh, where are the bandaids?"
I point to the cabinet above the stove and he pulls out the box of bandaids, walking back over to me. Taking the wrapper off, he gently places the bandaid over my cut.
"Thanks." I smile, hopping off the counter, and rolling my jeans back down.
He gives a small smile back and i frown, "Calum, I'm fine," I start running and jumping around the kitchen, then leap on his back to emphasize that I'm not hurt, "See?"
I finally get him to laugh his beautiful laugh and the sadness is wiped from his face completely.
"Okay back to Nextflix and chill." We trudge back to the couch, hand in hand, me pretty much dragging him.
He dramatically flops on the couch, "Your fuckboy awaits." I giggle (what the fuck i do not giggle).
"You have the cutest laugh, Vi." At this point my heart feels like its going to beat out of my chest.
During the movie, I feel our bodies inch closer with every minute. I can feel him staring at me, so I turn to meet his gaze. Our faces are so close, I can feel his breath on my face. Just as our lips are about to collide, my phone goes off, causing me to jump back and Calum to frown.
"Who's that?" Calum asks as I read the text.
Luke: u said u were gonnsa b at the party 2nitw. Lukehd is sadf.
I shake my head at the text, "It's Luke." he's obviously shit faced, so I ignore the text.
"Oh," I can't help but notice Calum's face fall, "I have to go, see you around Violet." He snaps. His voice didn't sound angry, but before I could make out what tone was laced in his words, he was out the door. I look down at my phone again, seeing that I have 5 new messages.
drunk ass: viuolert i moss yoi
drunk ass: i watn u herh
emo drunk: im not cryifng
emo drunk: maygbe i am. nto my fault ur mean. but ur soodh prettysc
I ignore Luke's texts and see that I have one from Louis
Loubear: calum just showed up. he looks mad as hell. what did you do?
Great, now I have an emotional drunk, an extremely cute boy, and my best friend upset with me. When did I become so good with boys? Note my sarcasm. I shut my phone off and decide to go to sleep, considering this has been one of the longest nights of my life.
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um okay
guys idk why im telling u this but JOHN CENA VINES MAKE ME LAUGH SO HARD LULZ
and yes i know i haven't updated in forever and a day. soz i had writers block and skool. luv u guys though❤️
-riley
