metanoia - 5SOS

trente sept

luke

I appeared at Carter's side with two different fried treats in each hand, "Choose one." I demanded playfully. Her eyes narrowed down on the selection at hand, and her finger lingered above each one. Eventually she pointed at a personal favorite, fried oreos, "I choose this one." She spoke eagerly, before ripping it out of my hands. We had strayed away from her dad's booth, and had been judging which were the best fried foods. So far fried pickles, and fried ice cream were winning. As she took a bit of the oreos, her face changed with many different emotions, "Fried pickles are still hanging it first for me." Carter mumbled very skeptically like. After a series of taste test, and a new sick feeling accompanying us from all the fried things. We found our way to actually listen to some of the music they had available, "I can't even see." She mumbled before dramatically jumping up and down so she could see. I rolled my eyes dramatically, before kneeling down as much as I could, "Get on my shoulders." The tone came out a bit more demanding than I planned on, but Carter simply laughed.

"You're already a giant, we'd be taller than the Berlin Wall," Carter chuckled as she began to list off reasons on why it was ridiclous and such, "plus I'm pretty sure I'm scared of heights." Again back with the same skeptically tone of hers. Not impressed with her protest, "I'll kneel a bit." I said as if it wasn't such a big deal; which it wasn't. Then before Carter could say anything more, I grabbed her and pulled her onto my shoulders. Instantly she grasped onto my neck practically choking me, "Calm yourself." Carter took this opportunity to move her hands to my hair, and mess up what I had styled earlier that day, "I worked hard on this, and you're ruining it." I mumbled just loud enough for her, and Carter just chuckled, "I'm suddenly not really scared of heights anymore." I could just imagine the devilish grin on her face, as she continued to mess with me. Either poking my face, or bugging me in other sorts of ways.

"You keep messing with me, and I'm gonna let you fall to the ground." I joked with a serious tone. Some other couple near us, heard me and seemed to miss the humor in my voice. Since they sent me a couple of dirty, disturbed looks. Carter mumbled a couple disapproving words, before paying attention to the musicians once more. After the set finished, and it would be another twenty minutes before the next band started. We decided to go back to her father's booth, and rekindle any of the energy that was left over. I took the time to check my phone, and I had one text from Calum reading, 'I'm flying to Tampa. Damn you and your stupid love crime bullshit'. Quickly I checked the time it was sent, and it had only been twenty minutes ago. In this time, I hoped he hadn't already bought his ticket and hopped on a plane.

"Calum truly is out of his mind," I spoke more to myself then I meant to say it out loud. It still caught Carter's attention who had been checking which records had been sold. She looked up at me in an alarm of sorts, "What are you talking about?" Carter asked concerned, and followed me as I walked out from the tent. She didn't bother to say anything to her dad, who had been busy with a customer or two. I held my phone up close once again, making sure that I had read the text correctly, "I'll tell you in the car, but we need to hurry." We ran out of the music festival, and tried to avoid all the people who were trying to sell us all kinds of useless crap you find at your grandma's house. Eventually we had made it to the car, and I called Calum once I was on the path to the airport. Despite some the questions that flowed out of Carter, I ignored her for the meanwhile.

"Calum! You get on that plane, and you're committing relationship suicide." I yelled into the phone as soon as Calum had answered. I knew that Brynn would be flattered in some aspects her 'dearly missed beloved' boyfriend came to visit her. It wasn't like they would go running on the beach holding hands in slow motion. Calum was going to tell her how much of a fuck up he was, I knew it had been eating him up. Just not to the point of making him so spontaneous, "Luke I can't wait another two weeks, I have to tell her." Calum protested on the other line, and I wish he had been in reach to strangle. I took a sharp breath, "Do me a favor. Ask a random stranger to slap the fuck out of you!" Anything that could take him away from this crazy spell.