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7. Party

October 23 2015

Dear Calum,

Why is it that every good thing in my life, you seem to poison?

I thought going to that party would be the one thing to distance myself from you; especially since I went with Luke. I try so hard to escape your grasp, and maybe sometimes I truly don't want to. But tonight was meant to be the one night my mind could wander from you, the one night I would find someone who isn't you.

But that's so hard when you're the puzzle that still isn't solved. I heard you talk about how you weren't going to the party because it was "for those desperate enough to settle for boring girls." yet there you were, in your black jeans and your stupid moody face. I wish you knew how beautiful your smile truly was Calum.

I had been having a great time tonight, Luke and I actually have a lot in common, we were having a lot of fun; for a second I thought maybe he would try and kiss me. That is, until I saw you, at first I caught glimpses; I thought maybe I was just imagining you, that my mind was rebelling at the thought of you being gone. But then you came up to me when I was alone in the kitchen.

You were so clearly drunk that everything you said held no truth. It doesn't matter how many people say it, drunk words will never truly be sober thoughts. There will always be some truth laced in those words, but never exactly what would register as a coherent thought.

And if that weren't enough, you showed up everywhere the rest of the night. You aren't very cute drunk, I'll tell you that. I can vouch for this considering I got stuck driving your drunk ass home. All you talked about was weed, your parents, and a dog that apparently doesn't exist. You also succeeded in puking all over me on the way to the car.

I thought getting to see more of you would only increase my interest. But seeing you in that state tonight, made me never want to see you drink the slightest ever again.

I'm done letting you mess with my head, I refuse to be the adult there to watch over you. Luke managed to slip me his number before we left. I have every intention of staying your friend. But that's it. Just. Your. Friend.

I don't think I can deal with anymore than that. Like I said, I won't be your babysitter. But I also wont be the girl who lets you hurt yourself. We both deserve better.

.Hudson.

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A/N: SOOOOO I'm updating this on my front porch. I'm not impressed with myself.

QOTC: How do you think this friendship will work out? Do you think Luke has a chance?