Incorrect User || cth [book two]

4

Charlie's Point of View
The capability of controlling my body right now is absolutely, tremendously nonexistent as of right now. It's literally physically impossible to even function after realizing that I -- Charlotte Elizabeth Frost -- have been contacted by Calum Thomas Freaking Hood.

I've been repeating the phrase, he tweeted me, over and over for almost three hours now, and I still don't believe it yet. Somehow, someway he saw my tweet among the millions he's received, and thought it was actually somewhat decent enough to reply to.

The only logical explanation for this is that I'm dreaming.

I try slapping myself and even pinching my arm, but nothing works. I'm still here, in this strange reality where a bass god has noticed my awkwardly, dorky existence. Holy shït.

Without even thinking, I'm dialing Amelia to tell her everything that's happened. She's bound to have a panic attack, but there's no way I can handle all of this by myself.

As I wait for her to answer, my phone is being bombarded with multiple notifications, all pertaining to Calum answering my tweet. Most of them consist of omg congratulations and it finally happened, hopefully it'll happen to me soon. I certainly appreciate the kind words, but I feel bad that so many others who've tried even harder than me have yet to be seen.

"Charlie, you better be calling me for what I think you're calling me for," she said sternly, the second she picked up the phone. Her tone threw me off a bit because I slightly expected her to be peppy as usual. However, I'm sure she's well aware of the situation, so this tone is very appropriate right now.

"Considering your tone, I'm pretty sure I am," I say slowly, "Partially because I'm quite scared of you right now and partially because Calum Hood actually knows I exist." My voice is slightly muffled toward the end because I covered my mouth in preparation for the scream that followed.

Amelia screamed as well and for about five minutes we sounded like what we're always perceived as -- hysterical teenage girls. Which I guess we truly are even though we don't care to admit it. Usually we try our very best to seem calm and collected, sophisticated and wise, but in this case that's not even on our minds. We don't care one bit about our behavior, and besides it's not like there's anyone around to judge us. Well, at least not for me since I'm currently home alone, but Amelia might if her older brother, Andrew, is home.

He would definitely judge Amelia because that's just what he does. I know that's what mine would do if he was home. Brothers can be such a pain sometimes.

Andrew would probably judge me as well, but it just so happens that he's had a soft spot for me ever since I became friends with Amelia. I became aware of his little crush a little while after, but since he's practically like my own brother, I've never been into him that way, and he knows that. Even though I'm sure he's not too happy about it, that's just how it is, and he's got to deal with it.

"Charlie? Are you there?" Her voice is low, but it's enough to break me out my thoughts about Andrew.

"I'm sorry, Ames. What'd you say?" I picked up a nearby pen and started doodling on a scrap of paper as she spoke.

"I asked you if you're going to-," she stopped short, leaving me hanging until she could continue again. I could hear a voice in the background, but couldn't quite decipher what the voice was saying. After a few moments she came back saying, "I'm sorry, Char. Andrew is being a pain in the neck," she groaned.

I couldn't help but laugh a little because I knew he'd get on her if he was indeed around, which he just so happened to be. She caught onto my snickering and groaned yet again, only causing me to laugh harder at her suffering.

"Are you finished? Can I continue now?" I can just picture her getting mad, and how her face is more than likely blushing to the color of a tomato. She's such a kindhearted person, but when she's mad, she shows it.

"You sure can my dear," I chirp. My doodle is actually turning out pretty well, and it doesn't look like a five year old did it. I smile to myself.

"As I was saying," she said bitterly. It's definitely more because of Andrew, and slightly about me. "Are you going to tweet him back?"

Instead of answering her question, I thought it over. I could tweet him back, but what're the chances he'd reply again. You know, lightning doesn't strike twice in the same place.

"Eh, I don't know. I'm grateful he replied in the first place, and I don't want to be greedy," I sighed. "I already feel guilty enough, and that'll just make me feel even worse."

"I swear I don't understand you sometimes."

"Ames, I don't even understand myself," I breathed, which was true. I've had a lot of trouble understanding myself lately, and if I can't then I don't expect anyone else to.

We finished our conversation about Calum rather quickly, and moved onto school and how annoying Andrew can be -- which was mostly Amelia complaining -- and then we finally hung up.

Since it was late, I should've been getting into bed, but there was too much on my mind to do that, so I went on Twitter instead. At first I was replying to some congratulatory messages, and then I read over Calum's response to me a couple more times. It still didn't feel real.

Once my eyes began to close, I finally locked my phone and rolled over, but quickly went back on it again. Amelia's question kept playing on my mind, are you going to tweet him back?

The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to go through with it. Besides, what's the harm in sending a reply?

@charlieschocofactory: @Calum5SOS okay, I'll make sure to hide it where you'll never, ever find it :p

As soon as I hit send, a cage of butterflies erupted in my stomach. I couldn't deny that I was hoping he'd respond again, but like I said before, lightning doesn't strike twice, so why would this be any different?

Calum's Point of View
I usually turn my phone off at night since the notifications can get a bit overwhelming at times, but this time something stopped me from doing so.

It was her.

Something about this girl ignited a feeling in the pit of my stomach, and surprisingly I actually enjoyed it.

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as I finished this chapter, I realized she could easily hack into his account and answer herself, but where's the fun in that, right?

btw I pretty much based her name off of the son in the movie jack frost. if you've seen it, you'll understand hahaa

anywho, hopefully you all enjoy this update, and hopefully you've all had a tremendous tuesday ♡

xoxo,
jules