×You'll be alright, Kitten× ||BoyxBoy||

eight

I truly didn't expect that the ride would be so much fun. I got to learn Michael better and I think I got now two friends who just really like me how I am.
They're just as weird as I am and we have so much in common. We all three love that kind of special rockier music and although we've all still like Katy Perry and 1d. First, find some ppl who like both: metal bands and artists like Katy P.

I also got to know that they've got another friend called Ashton. Ashton lives on the way to our target. He seems pretty cool, I guess. From the stories the boys told me so.

I just feel so goddamn Alive right now.
I could kick and scream through the night and do all the things  I wanna do and I feel so freaking independent and free. Yea, mates. I feel free. At school I always felt like I was in a kind of a cage. An invisible prison. With some prison mates that just hated me for being whatever I was. What am I even? I don't fucking know and I don't give any shots aboug that, now.
Life just totally sucks at some time, but the last thing that dies is hope. It's fucking hope! I hoped, prayed and wished to hell and back to not to be alone anymore and now it's like god heard my freaking prayers.

Like dude what on earth you're going through, there's like always something that will make you stay, that will show you the way. Show ya that it's worth to live.
Yea, I'll admit, I'm kind of a depressed piece of shit. I fucking hate myself. I'm probably ugly as hell, disgusting, a half cat. The hell should I be? The hell happened to me. But there's just this thing in life right now. Calum.
He's here. With me.
And he's perfect. Just perfect.
Of course I know, nobody's perfect. But he is kinda sorta. For me, at least.

At the moment we're sitting on the back bench the car. It's dark and cold outside. Loud music comes from the radio. It's green day. There are only these traffic lights, leading us to our way to ash. We're going to pick him up half the way. Michael drives the car now and Calum seems tired. He yawns and looked over to me. I looked at him, too.
I got some real bad goosebumps on my fucking skin. And I shivered. He saw that so he put up this soft blanket and wrapped it over us both. I rest my head on his left shoulder and as soon as it was possible, I fell asleep and drifted off to the beautiful Dreamland. The only thing I noticed before I fell asleep, I felt soft, but still slight cracked, plump lips on my forehead.
And then I had to realise the fact that the guy I fancy just kissed me good night. The last thing I remembered was that a little smile appeared on my face. I haven't smoked in a while. God, what are you doing, Calum Thomas Hood?!