"Michael get your ratass in here right now!".
I'm currently sitting on Stacy's bed while she yells profanities at her brother in the next room because she's discovered who's been stealing her hairspray.
Michael comes rushing into her room with a frown on his face "What do you mean stealing? I'm your brother, I have the full authority to use all of your things as I please"
"AUTHORITY?! I'LL SHOW YOU HOW MUCH FUCKING AUTHORITY YOU HAVE IN A MINUTE YOU COMPLETE AND UTTER BUTTIT!"
I have to fight the urge not to laugh at the insult. I fail. She sends a look of daggers my way.
"Mickey boo, what's all this yelling for? You know I don't like it when you're angry. Please come back to your room." Millie trots into the room with a pout on her face.
Michael opens his mouth to reply but doesn't get the chance to start his sentence before Stacy explodes in a fit of anger.
"HE ISN'T STEPPING OUT OF THIS ROOM UNTIL JUSTICE IS SEREVED"
I stand up and put a reassuring hand on the small of her back in an attempt to soothe her.
"Awh come on babe. Really, justice? It's just Hairspray. If it really means that much to you I'll buy you some more, okay?" I say with a small chuckle.
"J-just hairspray?!" Stacy splutters "That's completely beside the point. THE POINT is that I've been going out of MY way to buy my own hairspray out of my OWN fucking money and this SNAKE has been stealing it all along!"
Michael just stares for while but then turns around, grabbs Millie's wrist and walks back to his room while laughing and muttering to his girlfriend how crazy his sister is.
Stacy's eyes go ablaze and I think that she's actually gonna rip his head off.
"I HOPE YOUR HAIR CATCHES FIRE ONE DAY YOU PRICK-DICK!".
She's about to go after him but I grab her by the waist just before she does something that she'll regret.
"Let me go Calum!" She shrieks while trying to struggle out of my grip.
I put her down and stand in front of the door with my arms crossed in an attempt to barricade it.
"Move" she says as her eyes furrow even further.
"Nope, not until you tell me what's bothering you so much." I tell her with a stern look and straighten my self even more.
Her lips form a small pout which has got to be the cutest godamn thing I have ever seen and I struggle not to melt where I stand. But I can't so I shake my head and stay where I am.
She sighs in defeat and slumps down on the bed. She brings her fingers to her head and massages her temple. I feel a pang of worry in my stomach and I sit down next to her.
"Stacy, you know I love you right?" She replies with a quiet 'of course'.
"Then you know I care about you more than you could ever imagine, right babe? I want to care for you and make you feel happy when you feel down. But thing thing is baby, I can't do that if you won't tell me what's up." I say with a kind smile.
She looks up at me with those beautiful doe eyes that makes my breath hitch everytime I see them.
I place my hand at the back of her head, kiss her forehead softly and then rest my chin on her while enveloping her in a warm embrace.
"If there really is nothing wrong and you want me to stop pestering you, tell me right now and I'll never mention it again. But Stacy, please let me in? Tell me what's on your mind baby." I ask her in a reassuring tone that I hope will encourage her to open up to me.
"Honestly Calum?" She asks me just above a whisper. "I'm tired Calum, just so damn tired"
My heart stops. This is it. She's tired of me. I knew it was bound to happen at some point. For fucks sake Calum can't you just do one thing right for once?
"T-t-tired of what b-babe?"I manage to splutter out.
She takes a deep breath and I brace my self for impact. She let's out a soft laugh. You know the one. The nose exhale.
"That's the thing see, I don't even know. But Calum, I promise you, the second I realize what it is, you'll be the first to know." She wraps her arms around me and closes her eyes. Her breathing steadies and a small smile forms on her beautiful lips.
We stay like that for a while. In each others arms, too afraid to let go, of what exactly is a mystery to both of us. I've always thought that moments like these is where our relationship really thrived. In the comforting silence of our own breaths.
I think back to the first time I'd finally built up the courage to talk to her. Michael's absolutely gorgeous twin sister Stacy. I'd be lying if I said that alcohol didn't play tiny part in that confidence.
I remember the party with the too-loud-music and blinding multicoloured lights dancing around the dimly lit room of Ashton's living room. Michael had told us earlier that day that his sister would be making an appearance at what Ashton would not stop calling The Party Of The Decade.
I'd made it my mission that night to watch her every movement, waiting for the exact right time to make a move. As it turns out I was waiting a VERY long time as she is a very popular person. The nice kind of popular. It wasn't until after the party and after everyone had departed, leaving the infamous scooby gang I called friends and myself to clean up.
Stacy had to stay because Michael was her ride home. So she stayed out the backyard, picking up used red cups and throwing them in trash bags even though she could've just sat back and done nothing.
Of course me being so intoxicated I couldn't even remember my own name, thought it would be a marvellous idea to go running fucking laps around the pool.
Well long story short, me being the fucking klutz I am, fell into the pool which resulted in getting dried with a towel by nobody else than Stacy. I started babbling about how her hair was soft and how her eyes made me happy. One thing lead to another, I leaned in, she obviously scalded me for, and I quote, "trying to do such a thing while that intoxicated".
The next day when I was finally sober enough, she let me kiss her and well, the rest is history.
Now I can't help but ignore how I am completely and utterly without a doubt in love with this girl, and there is absolutely nothing in this world that could change that.
Not even her mother.
No, not even her mother.
