Bands Before Friends || c.t.h.

Chap 15 - Police

We entered mom's Volvo and I got ahold of the wheels ("I call shotgun!" Calum exclaimed) and drove on to the hotel to send Calum back.
Silence was becoming popular in this car, so it took over the empty air. "I like your Twitter bio," Calum's voice rung through the air. "Huh? Oh that," Seriously, my life is pure 5sos trash. So as you can assume, my bio is a piece of 5sos' lyric.
'Broken boy meets broken girl 💔👫'
He grinned. "Who's the broken boy?"
"I haven't found him yet," I had this smile in my voice.
"Are you broken?" He asked so casually that some girls might've already slapped him for asking such personal question. Honestly, I wasn't bothered by this question, I actually want to answer it.
"Yeah," my voice was so emotionless. "Why," interest fills his voice, but concern fills his eyes.
"I started middle school here in Malaysia. Was always bullied and teased because of my differences. Accent, facial details and stuff like that. It's kinda hard to speak Malay without having some kind of weird slang when you're born American. So it became their little joke. They called me names in their language that still now I don't understand most of them but what I know is it's insulting. Basically I was broken down by them and yeah. You can call me a pussy or whatever but it really affected me," I paused to breathe. I can't the last time I held my breath this long.
"I'm just really really fucking.. Broken," I choked on a lump that formed in my throat. What made it seem like a good idea to share all this with Calum again?
I held the gear stick thingy (lol idk what's it called) in my car so tight that my palm started to burn. A soft touch of another ones hand loosens my grip in a flash.
"It's okay," Calum whispered. I smiled at him when both our faces meet. "Thanks fuckface," I whispered back and jokingly cringed my face. "You're the fuckface," he returned to his normal loud tone and jokingly sulk.
"Whatever fuckface," I laughed the tears away and made use of them as laughing tears. "Fuckface." He showed his tongue to me.
"Fuckface," I showed him my tongue. We laughed like maniacs for a great while. The laugh lasted for quite awhile until well known blue and red lights blinking on top of a car was spotted.
"Shit, police," I mumbled to the steering wheel. But Calum heard me anyways. "What's wrong with that? Do police here sue you even if you have license?" He joked. "Uhh, that's not the problem."
"Then what is?" He said, wiping off the joke full smile. "I don't have my driver's license," I fumbled with the steering wheel.
Cue moment of silence before he starts yapping about me driving a car without any legs license.
"The fuck Hailey," he breathed and ran his hand through his hair. Inappropriate images of him ran through my mind as he ran his hand through his thick hair. He looked at me and his eyes snapped me out of my mind.
"I-uh-I umm yeah, I didn't have any choice and my luck is rotten as fuck," I answered. "You could've gotten a ride with us you know," he said. "And what? Leave my mom's car?"
"It's better than going to have to pay a fine or go to jail," he huffed. "Your fault you tagged along." I mumbled.
Arguments started and it felt like we're an old married couple to be honest.
We shot useless argues at each other until the police halted us.
"License?" He spoke when I lowered down the window. So relieved that he spoke English. "Ummmm," I was lost searching for a reasonable answer that wouldn't get me thrown in jail until Calum shockingly covered for me.
"I'm teaching my girlfriend to drive," he said smoothly. Girlfriend? Girlfriend? He could've said sister. Or maybe just a friend.
The police raised his dark eyebrow, "Are you even from here?"
"Umm," Calum looked at me and I had to hide a smile that is NOT suppose to form on my face.
"Out of the car." Said the police, closing the case. "Shit," me
and Calum said.