One Lucky Puppy

Chapter 5: Except For Me.

Everybody's been as happy as can be lately. Except for me.

I apologized to Zoey who said she understood. She knew something was up to begin with so it wasn't much of a shock to her.

I haven't been talking to Elle or Luke lately. Elle has no clue why, and Luke knows I'd kill him if he told her why.

"Calum, can I talk to you?" Elle asked. "I have to get ready." I mumbled, picking up my clothes, ready to walk out of the room. She grabbed my arm, "Please."

I bit my lip, "I have to get ready." I repeated, walking to the restroom. I sighed. Whatever.

• • •

Lucky attacked me when I got offstage. Elle brought Lucky because she has time to watch him. I, on the other hand, left Fudge with my mum.

"Hey, Bud." I smiled, petting his head. I picked him up, carrying him to the dressing room since I didn't see Elle anywhere near.

"Hey- uh- I kinda foun-" The sight in front of me, killed me. Luke broke their kiss, Elle's smile falling when she saw me. "Calum."

"Missing something?" I asked, holding up the puppy that was now growling at Luke. I sat him on the ground, him whining as I slammed the door.

I caught a ride with Michael and Ashton to the hotel. They didn't ask question, which I was thankful for.

• • •

"Calum, please." She's been banging on my door for the past ten minutes. I sighed, opening the door. She smiled. I then hung a "Do not disturb" sign on the door, shutting it in her face.

"I don't understand why you're ignoring me!" She cried out. "Go ask your douche of a boyfriend! He knows! And you're supposed to tell each other everything, right?" I spat out bitterly. "I though we were friends, Cal. Friends don't treat each other like this."

"I guess we aren't friends then!" Shit. "Elle," I sighed, opening the door. She looked up at me as a tear fell, "I guess not." She mumbled before running back to her room, crying.

Great. I just ran her straight back into Luke's arms.

I slammed my door, sinking to the floor. I officially hate myself.

• • •

"You did what?" Ashton exclaimed. "I was mad! I'm sorry! It slipped!"

"If you had any chance, it's gone now." Michael said. "I never had a chance." 

"Come on." Ashton said, pulling me to my feet, "Let's go do something to cheer you up."

• • •

Michael's POV 

"Her hair is so red, and I-I just wanna run my fingers through it and-" Maybe getting Calum drunk wasn't such a good idea.

"Come on, Cal. Time to leave." I said, trying to pull the phone from his grasp. "But it's so red! How is it so red?" He sobbed.

I got him in the car, with Ashton's help, and got in the passenger's seat. I sighed. "What is it, Baby?" Ash asked, grabbing my hand. "Cal's never acted like this over a girl before. I'm getting worried."

He kissed my head at a red light, "He'll be okay. Especially, since he's got such an amazing guy worried about him." He smiled as he continued to drive to the hotel. "I love you, Ash."

"Love you too, Mikey."

"And I love your hair!" Cal exclaimed, playing with my hair. "It's so... red... Just like hers." He began to cry again.

I sighed, "I'll be right back." I told Ash. I kissed his cheek as I climbed into the backseat with Calum.

Calum laid across my lap, sobbing. "Cal, calm down. My hair's orange." I chuckled. That didn't help anything like I thought it would. He only continued to cry.

When we got to the hotel, Ash offered to take, the now asleep, Calum to his room. "Thank you." I pecked his before lips before he left.

I threw myself on the bed in our hotel room, sighing. It wasn't long before Ash came back.

"Mikey." He sighed, shutting the door. He climbed on top of me, laying on me. "He'll be okay. I promise."

"I hope you're right." I sighed. He cupped my cheek, "Right now, he's asleep. He's unconscious, with no clue as to what's going on. Now, will my adorable boyfriend, please, cheer up so we can end this night on a high note?"

I smiled slightly, "I can try." So Ash ordered pizza because it wasn't really all that late.

He brought me a plate along with a Pepsi. "Thanks, Babe."

He went over to his carry-on bag. "Shrek or Despicable Me?"

"Which Shrek?" I asked. "The third." I scowled. 

"Despicable Me it is then." Ash laughed. His laugh is so cute. It, literally, changes every time he laughs.

"What are you thinking about?" Ash asked, turning the lights off before he sat next to me, eating his pizza.

"Your laugh; it's adorable." He smiled before imitating a school girl's giggle, "Even that?"

"Even that."

"I love you, Michael Gordon Clifford."

I love you too, Ashton Fletcher Irwin."

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Pretty short. Sorry. :P