Carter's P.O.V
Calum fell asleep about an hour ago. It's almost three o'clock in the morning and Marcus and I are still awake in the living room talking and watch a movie that Marcus put on, and it's a really dumb movie.
"So Car, other than Calum, has there been any others?" Marcus asked me out of the blue.
"Well there was one that I almost slept with, but he showed his true colors before I let it happen. And trust me, I am very happy I didn't let him touch me like that because he is a total scumbag." I said and Marcus just nodded.
"Well I guess that's a good thing. Can I ask you another serious question? And if I do, can I have an honest answer?" He asked.
"Sure Marc, what's up?" I asked as he paused the movie and sat up and looked at me from across the room.
"Is Calum seriously better than me? Like in every aspect? Ever since you, I can't seem to keep a girl around for longer than a month or two. They all leave and tell me I'm an asshole, or a dick. Sometimes I get called even worse things. I don't know what I'm doing wrong." He explained and I frowned slightly.
"Well if you treat them the same way you treated me, they probably think that you're using them for sex. Honestly Marc, some girls want sweet kisses, and others like it rougher. You can't just assume you know which one it is. If they feel forced, you need to stop. Also, don't call them bitches if they say no." I explained and he nodded.
"Thanks Car. My last girlfriend Freya left me because I was to kinky with her. All I did was jokingly ask if I could get in the shower with her. I really liked her too, maybe even loved her. And she ran away because of a joke." He said and I frowned.
"Some girls are uptight like that, sadly. Find yourself a girl with a personality like yours. She has to be willing to joke around like that." I said
"I did find that girl long time ago." He said and he looked at me.
"What happened there?" I asked.
"You left me."
"I'm sorry Marc, but it was better that I did. Plus, I have Cal now. I love him." I said.
"I understand that Car, but answer this honestly. Do you miss me at all?"
"I don't miss you. I miss the misery." I said
"What do you mean?"
"I miss the way we used to be. I miss the rough sex, I miss the late nights, but I don't miss you at all." I said and he looked at me confused.
"If you miss that so much, why did you leave?" He asked.
"Because it's not all about the sex Marc. I needed love that you couldn't give me. And Cal, he just makes me feel like I'm the only star in the night sky. Like I'm the reason he breathes everyday. He makes me feel like I could fly. With him, I feel like I can do anything." I said, thinking about Michael the whole time.
"Wow, Car. I didn't realize he actually meant that much to you." Marcus said.
"I love him Marc. I really do."
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Misery { Michael Clifford}
أدب الهواة"Did you miss me?" "I don't miss you I miss the misery"
