A/N: Surprise bitches its gonna be Calum's P.O.V. I'm trying to update three days a week!
I missed my bus again, which I'm not surprised. Shaylen will shit down my neck if I miss anymore days of work, because I've been so busy with my other job and such. She understands my problems more than anyone.
"EXCUSE ME!" I ran down the street, as I pushed people out of the way. "GOTTA GO- PLEASE MOVE." I shoved some people in the way and their responses were muffled, "hey watched it asshole!" a guy yelled. I looked back and flicked him off. I'm in a bad mood, and when I'm mad I get pissy. When I get pissy- well shit happens.
The weather is usually cold in New York. It's around November, and I forgot my jacket. I'm freezing, late to
work, crying, and stressed."MICHAEL HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU?" that stupid bitch is always yelling at her boyfriend. Everyday around 12pm, this chick is always screaming at this poor boy. He had Galaxy dyed hair, which was adorable, and he was fairly pale. I wish I could talk to him; but that will be a waste of time.
The store was just at the end of this street. It was probably the smallest building on the block.
'HELDERS' The sign pointed out, and it was so worn out that you can tell it's about to fall. I stormed in, "I'm here!" It smelt like old people. Matt popped his head up from the cash register, "you just missed her, she just went out to look for you." I groaned loudly, rolling my eyes, "I'm not even that late!"
He smirks at me, "Sure, of course you're not late! You were just supposed to be here an hour ago." that sarcastic bastard. Matt is Shaylen's husband. They planned to make a music and book store when they were younger, so here it is now. He's one cocky son of a Bitch though. I flicked him off, "Beau wanted me to clean the whole apartment, so it's not my fault."
"I really hate that twat." Matt sighed, and picked up the boxes of new books. "It's really not his fault-" I tried to defend Beau. He's not the best boyfriend, but he does really care for me. "So it's not his fault that he beats you and makes you late for work?" He explained, as he goes over to the vinyl records to sort them out. "Don't be an asshole." I mumbled.
Shaylen busts in. "CALUM WHERE THE HELL-" She glanced over at Matt, then back at me. "Beau." He said, sorting the vinyls.
"I'm really sorry Shay." I frowned because I hated to see her upset. She
sighed, and sat down. "I looked all around for you! Even knocked on your door and at least expected Beau to answer." Shaylen slid her hands down her face, and made an annoyed sound."Well, did he hurt you?" she said through her hands. "N-no..not today." I bit my lip.
After a couple hours of helping unpack new books and CDs; I left around six o'clock. The streets were so
beautiful at night. The same fight with the couple happened again. I basically rolled my eyes out of my head, as the bitch walked away. The dyed haired boy frowned, and threw his arms up yelling at all the rude people.This is my time. Time to actually talk to him.
"Hey dude, are you okay?" I tapped on his shoulder. "yeah, yeah I'm fine- just please leave me alone." He turned around to look at me. "you looked upset, I just wanted to know if you're okay."
After a couple minutes of talking, he told me his name was Michael. I gave him my number, just incase he got upset again. I grinned to myself while listening to Blink-182 on blast. The bus stopped, "See you tomorrow!" beamed the driver. I nodded in response, "bye."
I got to my room, "Beau?" I opened the door. The lights were off and I didn't hear anyone.
I sat my phone down and turned on the lights. my stomach hurts as hell. I pulled up my shirt, and my bruises showed badly. My whole face lost color.
My phone turned on,
Unknown: I need you...
I smiled widely.
to: Unknown: What's wrong?
Unknown: I'm lonely
to: Unknown: not anymore
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WHATSSS UP! it's been a while, but I'm sorry if this is shit. Thank you guys for actually enjoying this :-)! btw Shaylen in this fanfic is based off my internet friend. Welp love you guys,
~~~Kat
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Fanfiction"So let me get this straight, I'm only your booty call because your girlfriend is a bitch?" I nodded, "basically." - Michael Clifford never was mean to girls, just hated them in secret. Calum Hood never was mean to boys, just hated them in secret...