Gangs || Cake

Chapter One

Just a disclaimer - Calum is quite girly but doesn't cross-dress. He just likes the colour pink and acts feminine. 

Calum was feeling confused and scared. Mostly confused but the feeling of dread was climbing up inside of him. 

He didn't know what was going on until his father walked into his pink bedroom where Calum was situated watching a movie. He noted that his father looked like he had kicked a puppy and left it there crying for help. 

"Is there something wrong dad?" Calum asked confused. You see Calum didn't know of the gang's friendship, nor did he even know his father's gang. 

David's first intention when Calum was born, was to keep the gang a secret from him. Keep Calum's mind pure and innocent, he wanted his son to have no connection with the gangs. But of course Calum would always be connected in some way, because his father is the leader of one of them.

The older man shuffled around nervously, averting his eyes from his innocent son. His perfect son, oh why did I agree to this, the older man thought to himself. 

"Cally I need to tell you something okay?" He said carefully sitting on the edge of Calum's bed.

"Okay?" The son furrowed his eyebrows and sat on his bed, crossing his legs. 

There sat David's son, David couldn't help but look into Calum's soft chocolate brown eyes and feel immense guilt. Guilt for agreeing to this deal, guilt for choosing this for his life. He couldn't tell his son what he had done so he decided to be an idiot and say. 

"Um, I have a surprise! You're going on a trip! Yeah!" David said faking excitement.

Calum furrowed his eyebrows at his dad's behaviour but his ears perked up like a puppy at the part 'You're going on a trip.'

"Where!?" He asked excitedly bouncing up and down on the bed.  

Calum's excitement just made David feel the guilt rise in his stomach and weigh down on his shoulders. 

"Ah, well you see it's a surprise. Now go pack! Um don't pack too much summer clothes, pack mostly casual-er.. You know what, you know about fashion just pack whatever." David smiled at his son before leaving the room. 

Calum rolled his eyes at his father's input on clothes. You can't just pack whatever, you have to make sure the colours don't clash. 

So when his father left the room, the boy jumped up off his bed to his wardrobe and opened his mall up.

His wardrobe wasn't that big to be a mall, but he stuffed enough clothes in it for it to be one. 

Calum wasn't that organized. Or tidy. 

He grabbed a big sports bag that he has never used for sports. 

Calum unzipped it and emptied out the contents inside. Which just consisted of dirty boxers and deodorant. 

He chucked the boxers over his shoulder and grabbed clean black plain ones from his wardrobe and shoved them in the bag. He also grabbed some plain t-shirts, then some band one's, also a couple pairs of sweatpants and black skinny jeans of course.

Calum also didn't forget to put in a light pink t-shirt that showed off his feminine waist. 

After he had packed his clothes Calum decided to pack a toothbrush and deodorant. He assumed wherever his dad was taking him would have shampoo or what not. Then he shoved in a hairbrush just in case his hair decided to cos-play a bush one day. 

Once Calum had packed his bag, he placed it on his bed and made his way out his room and downstairs.

He walked into the living-room to see his father sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. Calum was worried by this so he rushed to his father's side to comfort him.