It All Ended With A Text? B2

Chappie 11

||I realized that most of the chpts are in Cal's Pov... Oh well.||

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[C A L V I N]

Well I've figured one thing over the last few days...

I really like drawing!

Me and Niall of course.

It's unreal how many drawings and doodles I've drawn with leafycynical.

Not to mention the fanfics...

There are some really good ones.

How are people so talented?

And there's just me.

I just hope that no one goes through my phone.

Not only would they find about a dozen pictures of Niall, a bunch of fanfics and fan arts. I may literally have him as 'crush' in my contacts.

You could say I was a tad... Obsessive?

This is making me put my life into perspective.

I'm a fucking grown ass man, fantasizing about my extremely homo crush on my neighbor, and best friend at fucking 11:00 in the night.

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME?

I'm about to continue talking to myself when I hear a strange noise coming from my roof.

I put on my Adidas sweater, grab my favourite blue blanket and phone then head up.

I open the hatch and see exactly what I expected.

I smiled and walked over to him.

"How'd you get up here?"

He just shrugs

"ladder."

He points to some metal bars physically connected to my house.

Huh never realized that before.

I sit down beside him.

"Want something to drink?"

He shakes his head.

"Okay then I'll be back"

He nods.

I go back into my bedroom then my kitchen and grab a Red Bull taking my time if I may add.

I head back onto my roof only to be met with something surprising.

(get your head out of the gutter.)

"Niall where'd you find my guitar?"

"Oh i-it was in your room... I shouldn't have taken it. I'm sorry. You're not mad right?"