I look over at the clock on my laptop and see that it's three am.
"Hey Cal," I say, loud enough to keep the boy from dosing off.
"Yeah?" He tiredly asks, the bags prominent under his caramel eyes. I smile slightly at his voice effected by sleepiness.
"It's officially December eleventh, which means I come home later on." The boy visibly brightens up at my statement.
"Technically, it's been the eleventh for three hours," He sasses, I shoot him a look and Calum starts laughing. Probably due to the fact that we'd been on Skype for hours on end, waiting for Rachel to come back to our room and begun to get slap-happy.
"Andy-" Calum starts to say, but three gentle knocks on the door interrupt his statement. I sigh of relief and stand to answer it, forgetting the fact that I was in fleece Batman pajamas and Calum's pullover hoodie he gave me earlier in our sophomore year (because apparently, I wouldn't of given it back anyway.) I swing the door open, making eye contact with Thomas's dark irises when I do so. "Where have you been?" I quiz, which made me sound like a concerned mother. Thomas wipes his hands on his pants before answering me.
"We had a few drinks,-"
"You took her out to drink?" I exclaim, and I hear Calum tell me to calm down from my laptop that sat on my claimed bed.
"We had a few drinks, yes. Maybe I should've made it clear that we had a few milkshakes." Thomas sheepishly answers, and I sigh of relief. "We got carried away, and when we saw the time we panicked and started rushing back to the lodge. Rachel was in a bigger rush and hit her head. That's what took us so long, we were getting it checked out. She'll have a bump for a few days, but that's about it. Nothing too serious."
"Thanks for doing that," I say, and he nods as if it wasn't a possibility to do anything else. "Is she okay?" He nods again. "Tell her to come in when she's ready, and Thomas?" I ask before he turns to wherever Rachel was. "Please tell me you're getting her number." I say in a lower tone. The dark haired male nods and mouths a hopefully to me. Content, I shut the door and go back to the laptop.
"So, did you hurt someone?" Calum asks as if he wasn't eavesdropping on the whole conversation. I knew him better, though.
"Yeah, totally. There's blood everywhere," I answer. The maori boy sticks out his tongue at me before admitting quietly that he was, in fact, eavesdropping. "Knew it," I sing, causing him to roll his eyes. Within the next two minutes, Rachel enters and locks the door all before falling into bed- literally falling onto the crimson sheets. She sighs contentedly, and would look content if it wasn't for the protruding bump on her forehead.
After Calum and I say our goodbyes, Rachel turns on her side to face me. A grin takes up her whole face, the kind that was contagious. Her dark hair was spread out like a fan over her shoulders, and her porcelain skin seemed like it would shatter if touched too harshly. Rachel was basically glowing, she was that happy.
"Did you give him the idea to get my number?" She asks, and I shrug playfully.
"I may or may not have mentioned it briefly," I innocently state. Rachel grins even wider, and I smile back before pulling my identical cover to my chin. "Night, Rae." I can still hear her smile in her next words.
"Night, Ands."
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A pillow to the face interrupts my slumber, and a groan makes its way past my lips when I'm woken up. The relentless attacker doesn't stop, though. At least not until I'm fully awake.
"You suck," I whine as Rachel walks back to her hotel bed.
"Boo hoo." Is her simple reply, and I make a face before stretching. "Hurry up, we have to leave in an hour." She commands.
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Learning To Fall
Fanfictionsometimes the way to happiness is learning to fall all over again. -- a 5sos au