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"Holding onto a dream, while she watches these walls fall down."

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Calpal: where are you guys at?

SmAsh: where are you at calum?

Calpal: I'm at school, I don't know where you at

SmAsh: I'm at school, so where you at?

Calpal: I'm by one of the trashcans

DrFluke: with all the trash

TrAsh: with me actually..

Calpal: that was rude luke

SmAsh: why you gotta be so ruddee

Calpal: don't you know that I ship mukeee?

Mikerowave: -_-

DrFluke: -_-

TrAsh: -_-

SmAsh: -_-

Calpal: what?

Mikerowave: lee, can you kick him in the balls please?

TrAsh: you needn't of asked. I already have.

DrFluke: Muke is dead.

Mikerowave: if you're reading this Muke is dead

Calpal: I refuse to read that

DrFluke: Ashlee?

TrAsh: on it

Calpal: you guys are so abusive

Calpal: what happened to love?

DrFluke: love is dead.

Mikerowave: Muke is dead.

TrAsh: everything is dead.

SmAsh: you guys are so melancholic

DrFluke: 5 Seconds of melancholy

Calpal: 5 Seconds of Malum

Mikerowave: did you just?

TrAsh: if you're reading this calum is dead.

SmAsh: wait. where are you mike?

Mikerowave: I'll be there later on. just got to do something.

"Ashlee?" Calum whined, from his fetal position on the floor.

"Yeah?" I replied not looking up from my phone.

I could hear Calum rolling on the ground. People passed us in the hallway as if it were the most normal thing to see a student dying on the ground. "Ashlee. Ash. Lee Lee. Honey bun. Ashuu. Michael's bitch. Buddy. Bestie. Gurlfrand. A-"

"Calum shut up."

"I need to tell you something."

"What?" I asked, slightly annoyed at Calum but more so the eye rolling type of annoyed.

Calum rolled over and sat up on the ground. Staring up at me with his big brown eyes. I couldn't take him serious right now, in this playful mood of his. Calum was like a small child sometimes, being the perfect kid unless he wants something.

Calum played with the zip of his bag, chewing his bottom lip as he sat cross-legged on the concrete. His long fingers trailed down to the frayed ends of the canvas on his bag.

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