soccer mom; cake

twenty seven;

3005; childish gambino

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It's been a month.

A month of Lily constantly asking where Lukey is, a month of Calum feeling like he needs bodyguards, a month ofnor being able to focus and losing every case given, a month of nothing but emptiness in his life.

A whole month.

The Maori man thought he would get over this quickly but he hasn't. He hasn't stopped thinking of those radiant blue eyes, he hasn't gotten over his contagious laugh that made his ears tingle, he hasn't gotten over his warm body and how his long limbs would make him feel; he hasn't stopped thinking of Luke.

"Calum?!" Joy said loudly as Calum snapped out of his little (big) trance.

"Uh, what?" He said rubbing his tired and lifeless eyes, as Joy sighed and looked at his heartached son.

"You miss him" Calum scoffed and denied shaking his head.

"He was putting in danger my family" He said gulping the sudden urge to cry.

"Have you ever stopped to think maybe he didn't have nothing to do with that?" Joy said already done with Calum's bullshit.

"Mom, I don't have time for this, okay?" Calum sighed pinching his temples. Joy rolled her eyes and scoffed.

"Talk to him"

"No"

"Please, Lily misses him" Joy said making Calum look at her "I don't care if you don't want to see him, but Lily does. Do it for her" Joy reasoned as Calum just sighed and putting it to thought.

"I'll think about it" Was all he said as Joy smiled shyly and continued to cook.

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"Stop fucking letting her in!" Luke yelled at security.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Hemmings, won't happen again"

"It better not" He sighed and rolled his eyes.

Luke's life has become a constant series of June sneakly getting inside his apartment, going everywhere he goes, doing whatever he does, posting pictures of him sleeping, showering, eating, basically invading his privacy.

He walked in his apartment and sighed. He saw the balcony and he could think of is Calum. Calum really loved his view and he loves Calum.

He rested his elbow onto the ledge and looked down. He saw so many buzzing cars roaming the already streets, he saw tiny tiny little people walking to. All the thought about is Calum. He wasn't sure why he loved this so much, but he loved the way his eyes looked.

Suddenly every inch of his house was a reminder of Calum. His couch, his kitchen, his fuckinv balcony, oh and the worst... his bed. The bed they had sex in,  the bed where giggles were shared, the bed where some small confessions were spilled, the sheets that hugged their loving bodies. The bed was the worst.

That night he slept on the couch, because the thought of sleeping in that bed was too painful.

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would you guys be my friends?

i don't have friends

oh and i have a new @ woO