I Don't Even Know ❇ malum au

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Dude, my sister just got me the Samulet!  The one that's specifically mentioned in the third, fifth, and tenth seasons!  Man, I'm like never gonna take it off.
MALUMAF

"Okay, I'll be back in an hour," Luke promised just before he closed the door in mine and Calum's faces, me then hearing him lock it from the outside.

It was a small room with a big ass bed in the center of it.

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I sat down on the bed, pulling my knees up to my chest and self-consciously burrying my face into the fabric of my baggy skinnies.

I felt a weight on the bed next to me, but didn't bother to look up.  I felt a blush burning at my face for some reason.

"Mikey, what's wrong?" Calum asked while I continued to hide my face.

"I-I just feel a-awkward," I sheepishly admitted, not lifting my head.  I felt a hand on my knee, and I slowly glanced up to Calum who held a sweet smile on his face.

"Just because we're here doesn't mean it has to get weird, right?"

"R-right."

I smiled, thankful that he broke the ice.  I didn't really want to be stuck in a room with someone who I couldn't look at without feeling awkward.  Though, when looking at him, I didn't feel awkward.

I found myself staring at the boy, and then he made a silly face.  I couldn't help but to laugh.  The grip I had on my legs slightly loosened, me feeling better now.

"So, you've never been in a relationship?"

Well, that came out of nowhere.  I was honestly embarrassed that I had admitted that.  But that was one of the most normal-ish secrets that I had that almost no one knew about.  I mean, Ash knew, but that was it.

"Um, n-no," I admitted with a blush.  It was embarrassing, honestly.  I didn't want him to know that.  It made me seem like some inexperienced, little kid.  I didn't want to be babied by anyone, especially not him.

Ashton had babied me enough.

"Why?  I mean, you're an amazing person," he told me with an honest look on his tan features.

"I-I guess it's cause p-people see me as a-a freak.  I-I don't talk a lot," I explained, knowing that each word I said was true.

I was a freak.  And I was okay with that.  I mean, I didn't like being labeled as that, but I guessed that it just grew on me.  There was never going to be any change to my personality.  The only thing I could change was my appearance.

And I was working on that.

"Aww... You're too adorable to be a freak, man."

"Y-you know, I-I'm older than you.  Y-you should be t-the adorable one."

The younger boy laughed, and made a dramatic sigh, "whatever."

"W-what about y-you?" I asked, not sure why I would even ask him something that personal.

"Hm?"

"H-have you b-been in a relationship?"

The boy sat there with a thoughtful expression, glancing away from me for a moment.  Then he looked back to me, a sincere expression showing.

"I have.  I mean, I was with this girl for a while.  And honestly, we had sex.  But, she was so beautiful and she was a great person - but I realized that I didn't find her attractive.  I didn't know why; I was so confused.  I guess that's when I first realized that : hey, maybe I like dick."