Calum's POV
We had all just sat down to watch a movie but around 10 minutes into the movie Shay stormed out. Before hand she had been ignoring my subtle signals to talk to her or even make eye contact. I don't know why but I felt like I really need to talk to her and be with her after the comment she made, but I just do. I waited a few seconds before excusing myself to the toilet and then quickly followed her. As I came to stand at her door I heard the gentle strum of a guitar and a sweet melodic voice. What? Did she come up here to play guitar?
You kept all the things I threw away
A leaf I picked, a birthday card I made
Holding on to memories of you and me
We didn't last a year, oh
We're just a box of souvenirs
'Cause
Maybe I pulled the panic cord
And maybe you were happy, I was bored
Maybe I wanted you to change
Maybe I'm the one to blame
This meant more to you than it did to me
I was full of doubt and you believed
The more that you keep coming over
The more I know it's over, dear
We're just a box of souvenirs
And
Maybe I pulled the panic cord
Maybe you were happy, I was bored
Maybe I wanted you to change
Maybe I'm the one to blame
Maybe you were just too nice to me
Maybe it took me way too long to leave
Maybe once we felt the same
Maybe I'm the one to blame
Maybe I'm the one to blame
Do Re Mi Fa So La Ti Do
That's the way the story goes, oh
Do Re Mi Fa So La Ti Do
That's the way the story goes, oh
I sat down against the door, just listening to her sing and pour her heart out. I was pretty sure if she found out I was here she would kill me, I was completely invading her personal space. Suddenly the music stopped and I realised I was humming along to the song, Oops. The door opened and I was sent sprawling out across the floor of her room. Looking up I noticed an emotionless Shay standing over me. Her eyes were red and she had a long sleeved jumper on over her 'hot' outfit. Had she been crying and why was she wearing a long sleeve jumper it was summer fucking time in Australia.
"Hi?" I said, it coming out more as a question than a statement. She raised her eyebrow, biting down on her lip (which did things to me), before quickly walking back into her room. I was still lying there and to my greatest pleasure she didn't kick me out, or shut the door. Was she inviting me in? Standing up very clumsily, I made my way further into her room.
"HUH so this is what an insane bitch's room looks like" I said looking around. Wait why the fuck did I just say that, Oh right I need to show her how much of a fuck boy I really am. Looking back towards her she was now sprawled across her large bed. Her expression didn't change as I insulted her, it remained emotionless and empty, not even her eyes leaked a bit of emotion.
"Sooo... you think I'm a fuck boy, hey". She turned her head after I said this, but made no attempt to answer.
"I liked the song you were singing, what's it about?" I asked ,trying to get her to talk or at least converse in some way. Yet again I got no response, and it was really starting to piss me off, and worry me but I wasn't going to admit it.
"For fuck sake, answer me bitch!" I yelled storming towards her gripping her shirt in my hands. Her face didn't change, she only looked like she expected it, which scared me. Did she really think I was that kind of person, some one violent and heartless. Fuck!
"Why?" she asked. I froze, did she just say something, Agh finally.
"Because I said so" I pathetically demanded. "I was worried about you" I whispered releasing her shirt and scurrying to the other side of the room.
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Little anxiety
Teen FictionFour girls each one of them completely different. Four dreams each one of them the same. Music is their life and always had been. Their band Little Anxiety kicks off and Hi-Hey records label notice but so does a certain boy band from Australia...