Taylor
My eyes slowly open as I gain consciousness. My head was still placed on Calum's chest; my head moves with his chest. A smile is brought to my face instantly as I remember last night. I lift my head to meet his eyes. "Morning." His voice is deep and raspy. "Morning. How long have you been awake?"
"Not long." He runs his hand through my hair. This was all just a little weird; waking up on on Calum's chest was not what I imagined, ever. But there was one question I had in mind. "Who told you about the Roman stuff?" As soon as those words left my mouth I can tell he was a bit irritated. "Ashton did." He sighs. I just nod my head not really wanting to get more into it.
I notice his head starting to lean down closer to mine. "Hold it there." I place my hand on chest pushing it back. "What?" He questions. "We both have morning breath, and I probably look like shit right now." I ramble.
His mouth grows into a big cheesy smile; which I can't help but smile along with him. "I should probably go home." I don't agree with his statement, but it's probably the best. "Okay."
I untangle myself from him and the blankets to get off my bed. He stands up and walks over to his pile of clothes. "Do you have a endless supply of black jeans, or do you wear the same ones?"
He chuckles, "I have almost a hundred pairs."
"Holy! Why only black?"
"I don't like any other colour." He shrugs his shoulders.
Once fully clothed I walk with him down stairs to my front door. He slips on his shoes; and we stand there awkwardly for a moment. "Okay see you later." He opens the door and walks out on the porch. I was about to close the door but Calum turns around quickly, "can I pick you up later? We can go do something."
"That sounds great." My smile grows.
"Okay I'll text you."
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After Calum left I cleaned up the kitchen a bit. Then I binged watched Hemlock Grove. So I would say today has been a very productive day. Finally I decided to take a shower and get dressed into clothes appropriate for tonight. As I was finishing my makeup I hear the front door open; then follows is my moms voice. I exit the bathroom and make my way down stairs.
"Hey, honey." My dad brings me into a hug, which I gladly return. "Hey dad. How was your night?" I asked looking up at him. "It was wonderful." His smile brightens. "Why are you all dressed up?" My mom asks, making sure I can hear the annoyance laced in her voice. "Well I was wondering if I could out for a bit."
"Of course."
"No."
My mom and dad answer at the same time. "Why can't she?" He turns his head. Great they're going to get into another fight. "Because she's been going out a lot lately, god knows what she has been up to." She is sounding really stuck up, which causes me to frown. Did she not trust me? I haven't done anything to break that all. I'm not sure why she's been on my case a lot lately. "I trust that she can make good decisions." My mother just huffs and walks out of the kitchen. My dad sighs and puts his hands in his face. "Is everything okay?" He lifts his head and forces a smile to his face. "Yeah, she's been stressed out with work and all." I just nod my head. "How about I makes us some soup and grilled cheese."
"Sounds lovely."
I move my feet towards the table; I pull a chair out and sit down. My dad starts telling me a bunch of random stories about when he was kid, which I find interesting. I couldn't help but think that I'm so grateful to have him. He always sticks up for against my mom, he always makes time for me, he's there for me when I need him. Ever since I was little I favorited him, that's probably why my mom favorited Kayla.
