little sister // calum hood (EDITING)

TWENTY SIX

clara
1/8/17 4:32 PM
michael: hola

clara: hiya

michael: do u wanna come to a party with me

clara: i guess

michael: be exciteddddd

clara: eh

michael: i'll let you wear my (your) favorite flannel

clara: the blue one?

michael: yas

clara: YAS

michael: that's better

clara: :-)

michael: would luke let you go?

clara: "i'm going to hangout with michael." "okay bye have fun."

michael: lol ok

clara: mhmmm

michael: ok ill pick you up

clara: dont forget the flannel!!

michael: dont u worry dude

moments later michael showed up at my apartment with a blue flannel and a black snapback.

"you can't wear the flannel without the snapback." he said.

"you're wearing a flannel without a snapback." i said, examining his outfit.

"i mean this flannel." he said and i nodded.

"okay then." i said and put the flannel over the tanktop i was wearing and threw the snapback on backwards.

"hey, you actually pull it off." he said.

"were you expecting me not to?" i asked.

"no, i just think it looks best on me." he smirked.

"shut up, you're mean." i said and pouted.

"no, i'm very nice." he said.

"i hate you." i said and walked away.

"no you don't!" he shouted and i turned around.

"i know i don't!" i said, and continued to walk up the stairs to luke's room.

"hi." i said.

"hey." he said.

"i'm going out with mikey." i said and he looked at me.

"no you're not." he shook his head.

"luke." he whined.

"last time you went out you-" he started, and i cut him off.

"i'm going with michael, and im not going to see dad, i'll be fine." i said and he sighed, holding his phone up.

"you text me, at least every couple hours, okay?" he said and i nodded before i noticed his hands.

"what happened to your knuckles?" i said, sitting on his bed and grabbing his hand.

"i, uh-"

"what did you do?" i asked and he sighed.

"clara, don't be mad." he said.

"the longer it takes you to tell me, the more mad i get." i said, looking at him.

"i went to see dad after you went upstairs on monday." he said, looking down.

"you mean when michael came over, he was meant to keep me upstairs?" i asked, and he nodded. "calum went with you, didn't he." i said, and he nodded again.