(starting this chapter off informing you that I officially have died and went to hell because of Jet Black Heart gtg)
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"Yeah, but I think it's a little more intricate."
I took a bite out of my churro, watching Calum's eyes slightly widen.
He laughed, "Intricate? Had no idea this was English class, did you just pull that out of your ass?"
I smiled, "I read too much."
It was a rainy Saturday morning, my original plans to hibernate all weekend being trashed when Calum showed up at my door. He said we were going to the mall, leaving me no option. I guess I'll have to get out and like... do things at some point, right?
"I think you're looking into it," he said, his mouth stuffed with french fries, "They definitely just twist dough and dip it in cinnamon."
I huffed, finishing my dessert that happened to spark an argument. He picked up the shared tray, sliding the garbage into the trash can.
"Do you need anything?" he asked, my face blushing furiously.
"I bought enough yesterday."
He stopped in front of me, tugging his beanie down, "What happened? Your face is red and you're all nervous, what did you buy?"
I sighed, pulling him to keep walking, "It's not what I bought necessarily, more the person behind the counter."
We walking into a shop, instantly going to the racks.
"And?"
I pushing a few hangers to the side, "Do you know Michael?"
His eyebrows furrowed, "Do you mean Michael Smith, Michael Ryan or-"
"He has an eyebrow piercing? A-And a tattoo on his-"
His head shot up, his eyes staring into mine.
I chuckled awkwardly, "Something about that expression tells me that you want to stab me right now."
He smiled slightly, "Look, Rose, I don't mean this as some stupid cliché thing from twilight or something, okay? But Michael's bad news. He's a waste of your time."
"Isn't that a little dramatic?"
His eyes rolled, "I'll explain later, let's go get Luke."
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After a long afternoon of video games and pizza with the boys, I finally got home. Tired was an understatement.
My mom was already asleep, her grizzly bear snoring basically shaking the entire house. I grabbed a water bottle from the fridge, heading upstairs to change.
Now playing: R.I.P 2 my youth by The Neighbourhood
I bobbed my head to the beat of my favourite song, the lyrics basically describing the last year of my life.
I pulled up my phone, composing a new text message.
From: Rose
To: Michael
sorry I hadn't texted you sooner, this is the strawberry girl!
