Collar Full |Malum|

Band Bracelets

A/N I love you quantum-fags so this goes out to you! And oh yeah if you haven't noticed the chapters are titled online/punk like things so don't be alarmed.

I am awoken by pounding at my front door. I get up and wipe the sleep out of my eyes and yawn. Who could it be at this hour?! I tumble down the stairs and turn on my hallway light.

The light burns into the pours of my eyes and I shield them in annoyance. I feel like a vampire of some sort. "Who is it." I call out standing in front of the door to my house.

"Who do you think it fucking is?" A girly voice groans. "Calum open the door my bags are too heavy!"

"Hayden?" I realize. "What are you doing here at 4 in the morning?!"

"You said to be here today!" She groans.

"Cal! Let me in!"

Oh yeah! I open the door and she comes flying In.

"How many bags do you need?" I huff, carrying 3 out of the 7 bags she brought.

"A lot." She says, trudging up the stairs and opens the door to the bathroom. She shakes her head and opens the other door, the guest room. "Found it!" She cheers. She places all of her bags onto the bed.

"And why may I ask."

"Because!" She starts unpacking. "I'm moving in of course."

"Woah hold it there H." I stop her and sit on the bed.

"Okay. Long story short, I had this really huge temper tantrum because Molly, you know Molly right? The girl with the thing who said that thing about Jack." I nod a yes.

"She liked my post about how she was such a bitch and I spazzed out."

"Nice one Hayden."

"So I can stay!?" He pleads. "Please! I mean, you are my best friend."

"Fine." I huff. "But I expect 300 bucks for rent by the end of this month."

"Yay!" She jumps up and hugs me. "I love you Calum! Thank you!"

"Best friends forever" I laugh.

"Now. Make me a sandwich." She demands.

"It's 4:37 I'm not making you a sandwich."

"Whatever." She rolls her eyes. "Cool place though, much better than my place in Bristol."

"Wait, I thought you were from England. Not Bristol"

"You're so damn stupid, Bristol is in England." She states. "Hence the accent."

"Oh." I stick out my tongue. "Could have told me that."

"Or...you could have paid more attention to Geography than how many bars of wifi you have." She states sassily. "BAHAHAHAHAHA JUST KIDDING!"

We explode into a fit of laughter.

We end up talking about everything and anything all at once.

"I'm gonna get some sleep..." She yawns.

"No use. It's already 8 am." I yawn back. "Breakfast?"

"Nah." She pushes the bags off of her duvet. "I'm taking a nap."

"Good night kitten." I whisper.

"Good night bastard." She whispers back in an equal tone.

I lightly chuckle and tip toe back down stairs into the kitchen to make myself some toast.

I check my calendar and it's October 25th, spring time (Australian spring time) the concert starts November 17th. Lets list the pros and cons shall we?

Pros:

Brandon Urie (what the hell Hannah I'm crying....I actually may change this because it's so bad.)

Amazing Music

(possibly) a good night

a free consert,

Cons:

Michael.

Well, there are more pros than cons, but that one con can ruin everything. But maybe he isn't that bad, maybe he isn't a total dick that he acts to be. He's probably some weak nerd boy that takes out all of his frustration on boys who are gay just like him, and he can't accept it. Maybe I can just confront him, tell him it's okay to be gay and we won't judge him for it, I'm never this nice to anyone Jesus.

I'm literally 70% asshole and 30% food.

I'm not kidding.

So that's what I did, I wrote him at nice paragraph saying that he didn't have to express his feelings that were crammed up inside of him wanting to be set free on innocent bystanders. Like, me for example. And that if he ever needed help just to inbox me.

I was so fucking wrong let me tell you that.

A/N if you're still reading this I can't thank you enough. It's horrible. And I'm making changes (it won't really matter) to make it less cringe worthy.