the month of freedom [c.h]

4.6 - STAYING OUT

TUESDAY - OCTOBER 23RD / STAYING OUT

"Woah, haha, sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt." I laugh, walking into Tiff's kitchen. Michael, who had decided to wear nothing but tight boxers, was kissing the face off of Tiff, who had equally only chosen to wear white boxers - her boobs hanging happily out. They snort, Tiff wiping her upper lip, ridding herself of any DNA she held of Michael's away.

I smile at them both, "So, how was your night sleep?"

"Don't be cheeky." Tiff smirks, sipping at a coffee, "I slept peacefully. By myself."

"As did I." Michael nods.

I shrug lightly at them. It was their business after all. Tiff had warned me that she didn't like Michael, and I didn't believe her, obviously, but whatever game they were playing together wasn't going to involve me. Besides, they seemed happy playing their own games. I shouldn't get involved anyway.

"Don't suppose you guys have any weed, do you?" I ask, rubbing the back of my neck with my palm, "Ever since I had, like, 2 weeks ago I've had this type of craving."

"That's not healthy, Frankie. Are you okay?" Tiff asks.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

She shrugs, sipping at her coffee and dropping her eyes to the table. I shrug too, watching Michael as he watches Tiff with the utmost interest. That makes me smile, my stomach turning in knots - did Calum look at me like that? I have no idea. I'm usually the one looking at him like that; he's full of beauty and the best I can do is adore him. God, I'm deep in this love thing.

The place was clean. I doubted she lived with anyone, she looked at least 3 years older than Michael and she had never mentioned any family. It doesn't look like she has any parties either.

"Is Calum still in bed?" Michael asks - his voice is gruff and husky in the morning, it sends tingles down my spine.

I nod, "He's been getting tired lately. I don't know why. I'm sure it's nothing to worry about."

"Nah, he'll be fine. Nothing to worry about."

And then, as if we had called him or something, Calum appears in the doorway with his hair messy and his eyes half-shut. The blood from yesterday lay stained on his tan skin and it's clear that a scar will be prominent when all the blood is gone. I smile at him; he nods at us all.

"We were just talking about you." Michael smiles, "You got any weed?"

"In my jean pocket - why?" He's searching Tiff's fridge for food or a drink or something. He isn't finding it though.

Michael points at me, "Yo girl wants one."

Calum goes stiff for a moment, sucking the inside of his cheeks in and out. There's a moment of silence with us all where Calum glazes over and watches us all. It's odd, tiring, weird. He's being odd, tiring, weird. We all watch him in silence.

"So, I was thinking we could take it slow today?" Calum whispers, taking a seat next to me. 

I cock my head, watching as Tiff giggles with Michael. Calum had deep bags under his eyes, I stroke his face a little - you know, in the least weird way.

"Why don't we just stay out? Nothing amazing. Just a night to stay out." He nods, "Easy but nice."

"I mean, sure." 

He grins and I smile back, lighting a cigarette and puffing on it. I watch the rings and so does Calum, his thumb stroking around my palm. Michael and Tiff carry on laughing at one another, Michael's eyes lit up with happiness and love and whatever the hell else he feels when he see's Tiff. 

I can feel the smoke in my lungs. It feels good.

***

The party was blaring. My mind was racing. Everyone was sticky and high and drunk. You weren't meant to drink and smoke weed in a certain amount of time - but we were. Calum was jumping in a crowd in a living-room with a red cup held high in his hand, Michael and Tiff were kissing each other lazily on the stairs and I was in the middle of a crowd of people doing dares. Everything is beautifully fuzzy.

"Anaya ," Who the heck was Anaya?, "I dare you to kiss Jacob."

"That isn't hard at all." She smirks, pouncing on the boy, apparently Jacob, and sticking her tongue in his mouth. There's a large amount of 'wows' erupting from the crowd and Jacob is gripping Anaya's butt with his bare hands. I'm laughing my head off with a random girl with pink lipstick smeared across her face.

I don't know the band, I don't know most of the people but I don't care. I'm dancing with a ginger boy who I've never seen before and our bodies are so close together. Calum is gripped to my hip, his breath hot on my neck. I let out an audible moan by accident, Calum smirking to himself.

"I thought you said this was meant to be a calm day." I shout over the music, leaving trails of hickeys along Calum's neck.

He smirks, "This is calm."

I roll my eyes, throwing my legs around Calum's torso and kissing him roughly. Our tongues are fighting with each other and people are cheering around us causing Calum to laugh into the kiss. I smile to myself, allowing the music to succumb us. I was high. For at least the fifth time this week. I loved it.

"We should head to a bedroom." I smirk, looking up at Calum with watery eyes. His eyes are clouded over, his hands gripping to my hips.

He shakes his head slightly, "I thought you would never ask." 

I bite my lip as Calum pulls me through the crowd, some people patting his back as we make our way up the stairs. This house was huge. Tons of rooms. Calum smirks at me as we climb the stairs, past Michael and Tiff, "I'm gonna rock your world."

THIS IS A SHITTY CHAPTER I'M SO SORRRRYYYYY

ANYWAY, LOVE YOU!

MILLIE X

song for this chapter: cake by the ocean - dnce