❝ MILES APART ❞

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calum; 1:38 AM
luke; 1:38 PM

the hemmatron: CALUM

the hemmatron: CALUM

the hemmatron: bITCH I SEE U READIGN THIS U CUNT

cal(culator): i was about to go to sleep D:

the hemmatron: let's ask the magic shell if i care

the hemmatron: 🐚 no

cal(culator): -_____-

the hemmatron: facetime me this is important

cal(culator): but im tired

the hemmatron: cal pLS HONEY BOO BOO

cal(culator): ugh fine u asswipe

the hemmatron: and don't call me that

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calum;

"what the hell do you want?" asks the dark-haired boy, his eyes squinted as he looks at luke through the screen. the brightness is turned all the way down, but it is still too bright. "and where are you? why is there so much noise?"

luke giggles quietly. "you look even more asian doing that, and im at the supermarket."

calum shoots him daggers. he decides not to say anything about the asian joke in hope this conversation ends sooner. "why the hell are you in the supermarket?" he groans once again; he just wants to go to sleep. stupid luke. "you know what? just tell me what you want."

"oh, right." luke giggles again and calum hates him. "i don't know what kind of cheetos to get." he pouts (very cutely) and calum fucking hates him.

"are you fucking kidding me, lucas?" calum says in a harsh tone. he lets out a loud whine and squeezes his eyes shut, before opening them once again, staring at luke's blue ones. "i could be sleeping right now."

"im sorry, okay?" luke furrows his eyebrows and pouts a little bit more, his voice small. "i didn't mean to bother you."

calum sighs deeply; now he feels guilty. luke can be very sensitive at some times. one time, he cried because calum told him he hated him. calum was joking, of course, but he still had to buy the blonde boy a chocolate ice-cream and tell him he loved him twenty times to get him to believe calum didn't actually hate him.

"you're not bothering me." calum says, and manages to give the blonde boy a tiny smile. maybe luke is bothering him a little, but that is just because it's one fifty-two in the goddamn morning and calum still hasn't adjusted perfectly to the new timezone. he can't get pissed off at luke, though, no matter how hard he tries. "what are your options?"

he watches as luke picks out a bag of hot cheetos and holds it infront of his face, a bag of cheese puff ones following. it makes calum remember all the times they went to the supermarket together. luke would climb into the shopping cart and calum would push him around until one of the workers came to tell them to calm down. luke would laugh and climb into calum's back instead, making calum give him a piggy ride to the toy section.

"i shouldn't get the hot cheetos ones because you know they give me an extreme ass diarrhea," luke makes a disgusted face, making calum laugh. it was true though. "but i want 'em. and i can't get the cheese ones because they make my fingers smell bad after i lick them clean, but i want those too."

calum hums and tries to think fast so he can get back to sleep. or try to, anyways. "just get another type of chips. get the spicy onion rings. i like those, those are hella good."

"i know you like them, and that's why im not getting them."

calum furrows his thick eyebrows together in confusion. "what do you mean?"

luke scoffs. "uh, because i don't want to catch the hoe disease? duh." he says as if it is the most obvious thing ever. sometimes calum really wants to punch luke.

calum rolls his eyes. "im hanging up now because you are terrible."

luke sticks his tongue out and calum shakes his head at him when he grabs the hot cheetos bag.

"im glad im not there to smell your smelly farts."

"yeah? well im glad im not there to smell your whole smelly you. you're terrible and an ogre. i feel really sorry for your roommate."

"i still haven't gotten a roommate, genius." calum totally forgot about the whole roommate thing. but, of course, he wasn't gonna tell luke that and have him call him a "dumbass cheese cracker" or one of his weird insults.

"because nobody wants to be roommate of some soggy and rotten bag of milk." that's exactly what calum was talking about.

"im going to sleep, lucas. i have work in seven hours. i need my beauty sleep." calum yawns and looks at luke through his sleep-filled eyes.

"bitch, you look like my foot." luke smiles. calum lazily smiles back, not in the mood to say something back. he just wants to sleep. "goodnight, cal."

"night, lukey."

he ends the call and plugs in his earphones. he presses shuffle to his sleep playlist and closes his eyes. and if luke's blue eyes was all he could think of as he listened to yellow by coldplay, then nobody needs to know that.

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i updated AMAZING

sorry for any errors i am trash and do not proofread bc im a lazy piece of shit

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– sophie