Asian // calum hood

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Poetry during literacy class, Calum decided, was the greatest because he can write songs in there and pass it off as poetry. Of course he could just rhyme words too and say it's poetry as well but that's all in the technicalities.

The teacher wasn't too strict as long as it looked like you were writing.

Especially since this was just a free period as they were ahead of the other classes.

'Roses are red,
that part is true.
But violets are purple,
not fucking blue.'

The paper on his desk reads, dropped off by the girl right next to him.

She has been sitting near him in the few classes they have together lately, and songwriting suddenly seemed like a very boring and stupid idea.

In fact, it could be the dumbest thing in the world. Writing notes to her was so much more productive.

He grinned and scribbled his response.

'Violets are blue,
roses are red.
We're doing this backwards,
that's what she said.'

Okay so maybe he found that one while scrolling through his tumblr. Which may or may not be a fan account for his band but that's not really all that important.

'Roses are red,
violets are blue.
God made me beautiful,
what happened to you.'

'(He made me handsome.)
Roses are red,
violets are blue.
I'm really cute,
and really cool too.'

He was very proud of that poem okay? Show a bit more sympathy.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
There's always an Asian,
who is better than you.'

Challenge accepted.

'Roses are red,
yes that is true.
But I am not Asian,
so fuck you.'

'Oh you know you want to.'

Calum flushed and immediately shook out all images of getting in her pants-

(She pants underneath him as he keeps up the steady pace, gripping her short red hair)

-and writes another poem.

'Roses are read,
Facebook is blue.
what's your username,
I'll follow you.'

Pleasetellhimpleasetellhimpleas-

'roses are red,
I don't have a clue.
because I don't have
the Facebook that is blue.

Damn.