little sister // calum hood (EDITING)

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clara
the rest of the week dragged on, and me and michael were already as close as me and carter are. i explained to him the entire calum situation, and i made sure he wasn't going to tell luke. other than that, absolutely nothing happened the rest of the week. me and calum haven't been alone, luke was surprisingly still fighting with his girlfriend and i was starting to regret telling him they would be okay, because i can't see it anymore, and i was being dragged to yet another friday night party. carter said she already had an outfit for me, and i was excited seeing what she gave me last week.

i walked to her house this time, and she immediately threw a pile of clothes and another pair of combat boots, this time white, in my hands and old me to go change.

i put on the outfit, which consisted of a plain white crop top, black ripped at the knee jeans, and a lightweight denim jacket. i walked out of her bathroom, and she had gotten herself ready while i changed. my hair was straightened, dark red lipstick on my lips, and eyeliner covering my eyes, and we were ready.

"were picking up michael, too." she said, and i nodded, relieved that i would know someone else at the party if carter ever wanted to go talk or dance. we drove to michaels house, and i was the one to go get him. i knocked on his door and shouted, "michaelllll clifforrrrrdddd!" a few seconds later, a newly-blonde michael opened the door, wearing a blue flannel and a backwards snapback.

"you look hot." he said, and i giggled. "so do you." i replied. we got in the car and drove to whoever's house the party was at.

this party better be good, sneaking out past luke was definitely not easy, and i knew i was going to get killed afterwards.

"what do you guys want to drink?" carter asked.

"just a beer." i shrugged, and michael agreed.

"you guys are boring." she shook her head, but handed us the bottles anyways. i popped it open and took a swig out of it, swallowing the alcoholic substance.

"so, clara, is calum here?" michael wiggled his eyebrows and i shrugged.

"i'm not drunk enough to find out, yet." i said, taking another big sip from the bottle.

"maybe it's a better idea that you find him before your drunk." carter pointed out, and i nodded.

"i guess i'll go look." i said, and i walked away the beer in my hand.

i searched the whole house, the bathrooms, the main room, the basement, even the bedrooms, and i walked in on some things i definitely did not need to see, but calum was nowhere to be found. maybe he didn't come? i decided jut to go find carter and mikey again, not wanting to dwell on finding him.

michael
after clara left to go find calum, i talked to carter a bit before making my way to the bathroom. i was walking through the many many many confusing hallways, when i saw calum making out with a girl that was definitely not clara. the girl had long black hair, was barely dressed, and her boobs were definitely not real. i left before he could see me. i needed to tell carter, so we could make sure clara didn't find out, if she didn't already. i rushed through the hallways and down the stairs, dragging carter away from some guy and into the kitchen with me.

"what the fuck, michael? that guy was cute!" she whined.

"this is more important right now." i said seriously, and her annoyed expression turned into a worried one.

"what happened?" she asked.

"i was walking to the bathroom, and calum was in the hallway sucking face with some random chick." i said, and her worried expression then changed yet again, to an angry one.