plans; calum hood

t h r e e ; it was wednesday

Calum's POV

I woke up with my legs spread around the plush brown couch that was planted in my living room. Stress fell over me when I looked around the room and red solo cups surrounded the area. Extremely hungover I walked over to the kitchen and made myself a bowl of cereal before a half-asleep Michael walked down the stairs.

"Bro," he groaned, sitting down at the table and resting his head in his hands.

"Where's Ash?" He asked me and I shrugged even though I knew he couldn't see me. I sat down beside him taking a spoon full every once in a while.

"We need to start cleaning." Michael informed me walking over to the kitchen and taking about 3 advils.

"Yeah. My parents get home tomorrow morning. I might call up some people and make a day of it." I shrugged again not lifting my eyes from my food. "If you are, call Alex" Michael replied rubbing his green eyes aggressively. (as you can tell im a malum girl) Alex was Michael's "friend", they had a thing once in freshman year but grew apart quickly. Alex either went through her second round of puberty or got hit by a bus and had to get her face reconstructed last summer because she looks fine. Michael want's her back, obviously but is having some trouble due to the fact that he dumped her for her best friend, who actually didn't turn him down.

"Bro, you know what - whatever." I sighed not motivated enough to finish my sentence.

Marie's POV

So there I was again, sat on the couch in my living room playing Halo on Nathan's PS3, praying on every star he didn't wake up and murder me. It was around 6 in the morning. I was just chilling up in m room, binge watching fetus Dan Howell videos - as I usually do when I decided my all nighter could use some coffee. Right after my cup I fell asleep on the couch until Rosie jumped on my stomach and hit me in the nose - giving me a nose bleed and a bruised collarbone. Since then I couldn't fall asleep so I've just been sitting around. Nathan came down the stairs second after I had that thought, I gasped loudly and so did he. "Sorry, wasn't expecting you. Why are you awake?" He asked me stumbling over to the kitchen and turning on the keurig. "why are you?" I shot back. "Hungover, headache, and was involuntarily playing video games in my sleep so i wanted to get a cup and a round in" Nathan replied and I paused m game before lying back on the couch,

"You have a problem"

"Don't."

"Can you hold for 7 minutes and go grab some McDonalds?" I asked sitting up and walking to the coat closet and sitting infront of it, sliding on my converse and jean jacket, knowing that as long as he hadn't started he could stop. "Yeah im down." He responded spinning around and abandoning his half-made cereal. "Give me 3 minutes" he said walking up the stairs. I hummed a okay and walked through the garage and entered my beloved car.

"Hey, bitch" I greeted her as I slid into the front seat and backed out. I waited outside the house for Nathan too come out and looked around. A boy came out of Luke's house almost immediately. The same one from the party, this time tired and annoyed. His dark hair ruffled and a white trash bag in his hand. Fuck, it was Wednesday. As he began to walk towards m car I shot my head down to the pedals and prayed on every soul that he wouldn't see me. He walked past m car and threw the garbage on the side of the road. Savage. I rolled my eyes sighing loudly. The car began to heat up and the leather underneath my fatass thighs was heating up so I rolled down my window. The brunette came back around but this time looked up and saw me through the windshield. He walked over to my side of the car and rested his arms across the window.

"Hey, you went to Lincoln, right?" He mentioned my ever so beloved school. My heart beat sped up and I very hesitantly looked up. He sure was beautiful. Peanut butter highlights, dark brown eyes, pink lips, chubby cheeks but a sharp jawline.

"Uhhh-"

"Hey, fuck off bro!" Nathan called aggressively walking out of the door chasing away the only thing I hadn't planned for in years. Although he could've ruined everything, for some reason I was sad to see him go.