Porcelain Skin || Cake

Chapter Three

Calum pulled his sheets tighter around him as he felt a sudden breeze across his body. He shivered cracking an eye open, seeing yet again, his window wide open. This was just getting old now, Calum thought as he got up and shut his window.

Was Michael playing a prank on him or something? He'll ask him once he wakes up. Calum stretched walking down the hallway to the living-room. Michael should be at his classes right now, the boy had his classes in the afternoon.

The current time was nine o'clock and Calum was just sitting at the kitchen table eating a bowl of honey cheerios. As he ate his cheerios he thought about the boy with the porcelain skin he saw at work the other day. Calum thought the boy was very attractive, definitely his type. 

Finishing his bowl of cereal, he dumped the bowl and spoon into the sink. Both of them making a bang when they hit the bottom of the sink. Calum winced at the loud sound, turning on the hot water tap to fill the sink up. He grabbed the fairy cleaning liquid and squirted some in, bubbles around forming on the surface of the water.

Calum left everything in the sink to soak in the water, walking through the the living-room and turning the television on. He liked to turn it on when he was alone and it was quiet. It drowned out the silence in the apartment. Calum hated it when things were quiet, unless he was trying to sleep. Or maybe the boy just liked talking a lot, he doesn't know.

He stretched and his body limbs cracked making him sigh in content. His feet slapped against the hardwood floor, as he walked to his bedroom. Yawning a little as he pushed his door open, only to be blasted by a gust of wind, yet again.

"God dammit." Calum grumbled as he watched his posters threatening to fall off the wall. Shutting his window with a satisfying slam, the boy was freaking out a little internally. He needed to get this window fixed soon. With there being a murderer about and the type of neighbourhood they lived in, he can't afford to have his window open by itself when himself and Michael are both out.

Then Calum thought of a great solution for the time being. After rummaging about the apartment looking for the product he needed, he finally found it after forty five minutes. He held the duct tape in his hands with a satisfied face. The boy was sure that the window would stay shut after he'd tape it up.

Walking into his room, the boy excitedly found the end of the duct tape and pulled a big long strip off. He grabbed his scissors snipping the strip off and carefully lining it up with the frame of the window. Carefully sticking it on and smoothing it out, Calum did the same for the other three sides before being satisfied with his work.

He had successfully stuck his window in place, the window shouldn't open any-more, he smiled to himself as he put the duct tape back where he found it. Calum looked at the time, seeing it was now eleven o'clock and that he should be getting dressed for collage now.

Taking out his signature black skinny jeans, and a plain black t-shirt, Calum pulled the items of clothing on before grabbing his converse.  After pulling on his converse and grabbing his jacket and his backpack, he locked his apartment door before setting off to grab some coffee. 

The forensics tent was still up, Calum saw as he walked out the building. People from around the neighbourhood still craning their necks over the tape, hoping to catch a glimpse of anything at all to do with the murder. 

Pulling his jacket tighter around him the boy passed the tent, where there was a lot more police officers and detectives than there was yesterday. The snow, or Calum should say slush now, sloshed about under his vans, making them soaked and the boy's socks wet. He cringed at the feeling of his socks getting soaked and advanced quickly through his neighbourhood to the nearest Starbucks.