Before I start this chapter.
1. I'm sorry it's been so long :(
2. I see 5sos on the 19th
3. To those saying Mean Boys is "too dramatic and unrealistic" in my eyes this book is life a life time movie or pretty little liars, it's gonna get freaking weird, deal with it or don't.
3.5 This is a story.
Ashton doesn't really have kids.
Luke isn't really an idiot.
And Halsey's character will be more like her badlands "Character" then the actual Halsey.
4. Thank you for not leaving <3
"I really don't think you should be alone Cal."
Rolling my eyes, I removed my cigarette from my chapped lips ignoring the ash which fell like black macabre snow to the white carpet, Grace's carpet.
"I can spend the night again." Luke offered, "It's okay, I don't mind."
"Go home." I replied forcing a smile.
"Are you sure?" Michael pressed.
"Positive."
"I think we should call Ashton." Luke said slowly.
"Ashton isn't our damn dad." I laughed, "I can do what I want, and what I want is for you to get out of my house."
Sighing in defeat, Michael looked around helplessly, "You'll call if you need us?"
Placing my cigarette back in my mouth, I nodded.
"I mean it Calum." he pressed.
"Fine." I grunted, "If the urge to jump from the third floor...."
"Calum!"
"....Hits me at any point in the night, you'll be the first to know."
"Calum don't say that!" Luke cried.
"Sorry." I muttered, "But your smothering me and it's weird. All I want to do is smoke this, eat one of the seventeen lasagnas the neighbors brought me, watch a little Netflix and hit the sack."
"Okay." Michael mumbled, "But if you need anything...."
"I'll call." I assured him, "I promise."
Seeming content, or as content as he was going to get with my answer he nodded and then after uncomfortable lingering hugs, they were gone.
Sighing, I crossed over to the front door locking it behind them before heading to the kitchen to heat up some lasagnas.
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Halsey
"Please stop your scaring me!"
"Goddamn right you should be scared of me."
"Stop it!"
Smirking, I pulled my snake out of the neighborhood cry baby Melanie's face, and watching her face for her reaction kissed the wriggling creature before placing her back in her tank.
"What is wrong with you?" Melanie sniffed, wiping her eyes on the sleeves of one of the pretty, pink, lace covered little outfits her Daddy was constantly bringing her from Paris.
Shrugging, I plopped down on the stained carpet, my backside vibrating from the bass of the Biggie song my Dad was blasting downstairs. In the next room I could hear Nirvana playing loudly while my Mom got ready for work.
