Punchbag - Calum Hood (5sos) Alternate Universe [ON HOLD]

33: cassidy

just want to clarify quickly, the next couple of chapters will be from Cas' pov. i'll be doing Calum's soon though!

I stayed in my room, trying to make it feel more homely, for the next couple of days. After the second day, mum brought me breakfast in bed, pulled open my curtains, and perched herself on the corner of my desk.

"You start school next week," she said.

"I know," I replied. The harsh sunlight burned my eyes and made my response perhaps a little too snarky.

Mum's lips tightened into a line. "Joe and Daren are going into town to buy you the uniform. You're going with them. You can't stay inside forever, Cassidy Faith."

I cringed at the use of my full name. "Fine, whatever. When do we leave?"

Mum looked surprised that I'd agreed to go that easily. "40 minutes? I've got to wake Joe up."

"How do you wake him up if you're not allowed in his room?"

Mum frowned. "I knock on his door. How do you know I'm not- I don't go in his room?"

"Because I've been in there and I can understand why he wants you out."

Mum's lips were barely visible as they went into a thin line. "What're you taking about? He's not hiding anything, if that's what you mean."

I smiled and let an uncomfortable silence ensue for a few moments. "You know, I just don't get it. You're nosey as hell, ma, but you manage to stay out? How does that work?" She averted her gaze from me and I frowned. "He doesn't- he doesn't threaten you, does he?"

Mum practically went purple. "How dare you! I could whoop his sorry ass to Antarctica and back if I wanted to! And if you must know, his therapist says it'll help him recover."

It was my turn to blush. "Therapist?"

"He permanently scarred you, Cassidy, mentally and physically. That's not ok. He was a sick little boy and we wanted him better. Just- don't give him grief about it, okay? Leave him be. He's getting there, he's not the vindictive delinquent he was when he pulled that- shit- on you," mum gave my curtains one last tug then made her way out of the room. "40 minutes, Cassidy."

I sat up in bed and stared at the wall. I felt bad. After a couple of minutes of brooding, I forced myself up and was out of my room and down the corridor like a hurricane, not stopping until I was outside Joe's room. I banged on the door with the side of my fist then let myself in. Joe was sitting, a human burrito in his duvet, smoking pot and watching Star Wars. He jumped when the door slammed shut but relaxed into his original slumped position when he recognised it was me.

"Please, do come in," he said sarcastically, waving his arm around it a lordly fashion, mockingly.

I glared. "Give me that joint."

"Bite me."

I stormed over to him and snatched the thin, white roll from his fingertips. I held it cautiously, at arm's length. He barely even responded to me; just pulled out another one, lit it up and carried on smoking.

"You're fucking kidding me," I groaned. "You're hopeless. Does your therapist know you smoke pot?"

He tensed for a second. "Leave," he said quietly. I stayed still. "Didn't you hear me? Leave. Or sit down and smoke that fucking joint. Jump out of a window, hang yourself. I don't give a shit. What're you trying to do, Cassidy?"

I glanced at the TV. "Are you watching the fucking prequels?" He didn't reply. "Why're you torturing yourself?"

"Because I would happily let Anakin Sky-wanker shove his glowing lightsaber dick up my scrawny white ass."

"Fucking hell," I mumbled.

"Come here," he barked, and I edged toward him. He outstretched his hand and I flinched, thinking he was going to hit me. Instead he gently prised the blunt from my grasp and replaced the burnt down thing with a fresh one. "What? That one was burned out. Now shut up and get high with me."

I took one look at Jabba The fucking Hutt and though: fuck it. I sat myself down beside my pot head stepbrother and took a long drag of the joint that I had in my hand.

"So you're gay?" I asked, white spoke escaping my lips and making me cough slightly.

"For Anakin Skywalker? Who isn't," he replied, copying my actions. "Besides, I have a thing for braided hair."

"Not braids, that's a rat tail."

"I don't want to start an argument," he grinned. "But I think you'll find that I know every fucking thing about Star Wars that there is to know."

I threw my hands up in mock-surrender. "Whatever you say, gayboy."

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sorry this was a bit of a filler but i want to get to calum's pov now! i'm skipping to him going 2 'murica.

for y'all that haven't seen the prequels (don't watch them i beg u) heres Anakin

as u can see joe's statement is very true

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