Outcasted(One Shot)

Cal Hope is...at my Door? OLD Draft

I was lounging on my bed with my mac, surfing the web. I was startled by the sudden ring of my doorbell. Before I could comprehend what was happening, I heard my mom's voice downstairs calling me to open the door. I complied and hurriedly rushed down our narrow staircase. That's what I love about our house. It always feels so grand:the staircase, marble pillars in front--EVERYTHING.

My fingertips skimmed the wooden staircase before arriving at their destination:on top of the doorknob. I twisted the doorknob, only to find...Cal Hope on my porch. I was shocked out of my mind, and I guess...she was too?

"Cal?"

Her expression turned from puzzlement to anger.

"That idiot! My brother told me this was the house,"she mumbled, asbsentminded of the fact that I was still holding the door wide open. And before I could close it, she barged in and plopped herself down on the couch, as if she lived here, and not me.

"Ummm..."I trailed off, unsure of what to say in reply.

"Can we talk somewhere more private, Ozzy?"Cal asked me, walking up the stairs in all her super-model clad glory.

"Sure,"I mumbled, walking up the stairs behind her.

I opened my bedroom door to let her in. After she sat down on my bed, I did the same.

"Uh...What did you want to talk about, Cal?"I questioned, as though we had been friends for a lifetime and not just strangers, who had met until now.

"M--my dad and mom,"she started, stumbling over her words,"They started to fight for the fifth time this week. It was nothing unusual, but then my mom started to threaten to get a d--d--divorce from my dad."

"I didn't know. I'm so sorry."

"Of course you didn't,"stated Cal blankly before she burst into tears. She lied her head on my shoulder, and I let her, as she wet my shirt with her tear stained cheek.

"I know what it feels like. The end of the world, really..."I told her, and it was the truth. After my mom and dad divorced, my mom struggled to find her way out of the nothingness that her life became. It wasn't until she married my step dad, Evan, that everything that had fallen apart started to piece itself back together.

I was so surprised when, out of nowhere, Cal grabbed me in a tight embrace. I started to cry into her shoulder this time.

To this day, I, Ozzy Cran, still have no idea why Cal Hope was on my porch. All I knew was that Cal Hope needed a shoulder to cry on--literally.