I Don't Even Know ❇ malum au

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Dedication to @Calum_I_Love_You cuz - I love your Calum Hood Dirty Imagines book.  And you are totes famazing.  (Fucking amazing)
I just realized that I have like extremely long author's notes.

Okay, so no, do not ask me why I have ^this^ photo.  I mean, I totally didn't like screenshot it while I was watching one of 5SOS's snap stories.
Nah, man, who does that?

Kay-kay, time to get to business here.  Cal is going to be in this chapter.  I've made y'all wait long enough.  Well, that is, if someone bothered to read this story.
If you're reading this, I will give you my first born child.
(Okay, not really, cuz, ya know - all of that paranormal shit really creeps me out.  And first born children seem to be somehow connected to ritualistic sacrifices and all that other stuff...  But I am not judging if that's what you do.  Honestly, I'm really interested in that stuff - but I'm a pussy.)

I awoke that day to the sound of the doorbell ringing.

Seriously, who visited a person at eleven in the morning?  I was peacefully asleep.  So I trudged up the stairs to the main floor, noticing the kitchen along the way.

Wow, food really did sound good at that moment.

I heard the doorbell ring again, and it took all of my will power to not scream at the person outside the door.  I proceeded with a zombie-like pace, then looked through the peephole.

I didn't recognize the dude.

He had raven curls that sneaked across his forehead, dark brown eyes, a nervous expression to his cheeky face, a few visible tattoes on his collarbones and arm, was wearing baggy, black skinnies, a grey shirt that read 'Mama', a pair of dark blue vans, and damn - he was skinnier yet more toned than hell.

I was actually surprised that I could get this much of a view of the unknown boy from the peephole.

"Motherfucker," I grumbled, expecting him to be some jock who had gotten the wrong address for a party.  I swung open the door, a scowl present on my face.  "Hello?"

"Um, hi...  I'm Calum," he scratched the back of his neck, glancing over me.  I'm sure that I must had looked like a complete wreck.  My dyed hair had to probably be sticking out in all directions, I probably had dark bags beneath my eyes, I hadn't even brushed my teeth, I was wearing an oversized Marvels shirt, and a pair of baggy, rainbow sleeping pants.

Yep, I'm sure that I most likely appeared to be weirder than hell.

"Uh, yeah... Is that supposed to mean something?"

I didn't mean to be an asshole, but this unknown dude had just woke me up from my beauty sleep.  And as one could tell, I really did need my beauty sleep if I were to want to look presentable.

"Are you Michael?  Ashton told me about you," he frowned and slightly inched closer to the door.  He was a giant compared to me.

"Oh, that C-Calum.  Sorry, bro," I frowned and glanced down at my feet, a blush covering my pale face.  Wow, I was a total bitch to someone who actually wanted to talk to me.  I guessed that was why I couldn't keep friends.

He smiled, some of the cutest dimples ever showing on his face.  "You look adorable - like a little kitten."

"Oh God; not you, too," everybody must of had the urge to compare me to a feline.  Honestly, I never did like the animals.  "Um, come in, I guess.  I didn't really expect you here so soon.  I gotta get decent, and then I guess we could go grab a beer," I opened the door wider, welcoming the taller boy inside my home.  Yeah, I didn't know him - but Ash must've at least liked him as a friend to want me to meet him.