bouquet ; cth au

inside out

january 2015

arielle;

god, this party is too fucking loud, i wish i never have gone. i struggled moving past through sweaty bodies dancing to the beat, but i finally reached the balcony—a place for fresh air.

i see someone had the same idea as me. i saw him light up a cigarette, and i took quick glances whenever the smoke would cover his eyes. he looks beautiful. he looks like a god, or rather he is a god.

"why are you alone?" he asked me, taking another cigarette from his pocket, "i never liked parties"
"do you want one?" i shook my head and said, "i don't smoke, but thanks"
"suit yourself"
"and why are you alone?"
"i probably just needed something real, or to make me feel real. parties felt like another galaxy to me, but this? just cool wind from a balcony? now that's relaxing"

and from then we kept on talking. he had meaningful thoughts, it made him even more attractive. "you're very beautiful, by the way. tell me your name"
"i'm arielle, what abo-"
"it's calum, dear. calum hood"

we talked until 3am, everything just seems so magical. it felt just like the movies—cliché 80s films. we talked about our demons and such. he wanted to help me. i don't know how he would, but i believe in him.

then out of the blue, he told me, "you could be a rose, but that would be too simple"
"what do you mean, hood?"
"i'm trying to say you're a bouquet of roses, your beauty is captivating"
"hm?"
"i mean, who doesn't look at a bouquet and thinks they look bad? bouquets are fucking beautiful"
"i like you, hood"
"and i will love you inside out, arielle"

we both left the party at 4, and he walked me home. i never had a dull conversation with him, it's amazing.

when i got home, i plopped on the bed, and thought to myself

i'm inlove with calum hood