Hi... Yes I am a terrible human being I know, but stuff...happened. Anyway here's your chapter.
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Calums POV
We were sitting on the edge of her pool swishing our feet in the clear water. We hadn't said anything for a while, so I was quite shocked when she asked me.
"Are you breaking up with me?" She blurted.
"What?! No. Who told you that? Did Michael tell you that?" I asked her.
"No, Michael did not tell me" she replied.
"Then why would you think that?" I asked again.
"I just- I don't know, I just get this feeling sometimes, that you're not interested in me anymore" she sighed
"No, of course not Stacy. Nothing and nobody could get me uninterested in you" I reasured.
Except your mother.
"Really?" She smiled
"Really" I grinned.
And with that she leaned in and connected her lips with mine, but before we could go any further we heard yelling coming from the house the house.
"How many god damn times do I have to tell you Hiram!? We are not doing that to the children!"
"Why not!?"
"Because Stacy finally has a decent boyfriend and Michael has finally decided to pick his grades up. Also do I need to remind you that they're now seniors?!
you can't just throw them in a new school for a year and then kick them out for college!"
What the fuck?
"Ughhh, dad wants to move to America, but me, mom and Michael don't. They're always arguing about it" Stacy explained.
"Oh, Okay. But you're not going right?" I asked.
"Of course not. Mom will win dad over and get the idea out of his head." She reasured with a sweet smile.
"Okay" I replied.
After about 10 minutes a small breeze arived, started shivering as did Stacy so we decided to go back into the house.
By then the yelling had stopped and I could hear the strumming of a guitar from upstairs.
"Sounds like Michael is home" as Stacy said this we also heard giggling. "And he brought the brat too" she added.
"Hey, she's not that bad" I chuckled to which she rose her eyebrows. "Okay, maybe she is, but she can't be that terrible, you know Michael doesn't have much patients for girls, so there must be more to her than a fake dummy"
"I hope so, don't want his heart broken by yet another girl" she sighed.
"Don't worry I'll watch over him" I smiled and she returned it with a peck on the cheek and began to walk up the stairs soon I followed close behind her.
As soon as we got to her room I had a call off my mom telling me to come home. Me and Stacy said our goodbyes and I began my walk home.
After around 5 minutes into the walk a blue Audi pulled up beside me. This car belonged to Millie.
Or as Stacy liked to call her: The Brat.
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Yes It's short, I know but this chapter is really just setting the mood for the next. I'll also try update sometime next week.
