5 Seconds of Summer BoyXBoy one-shots

You and Me // Malum

~ This started out as one thing and ended up being something completely different but at least it's something xx /M ~ 

(Also, I got a hella cool tattoo last month and on Thursday I'm going back to add some finishing touches) 

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The lake is almost completely still, reflecting the sky and the trees on the far side as perfectly as a mirror. The sun is somewhere behind him, not quite risen yet but casting that warm, deep yellow light you don't get in the middle of the day, the one that's reserved for early mornings or late afternoons. The only sound the can be heard is the soft rustling of the leaves around him, yellowing leaves that are just waiting to fall off their trees. Normally he hates silence, it makes him feel extremely aware of everything going on, but somehow this is different. Instead of sitting there listening to his own heart beating, counting the beats, never knowing if the next one will be the last, he's listening to the soft sound of water moving under him and the occasional noise from a bird in one of the trees. He's never been one for yoga or mindfulness or any of that, it hasn't mattered how many times his friend has brought him along to one of his classes. He's spent countless hours in big, open rooms, surrounded by men and women in weird positions, staring at the curly haired man in front of them as he instructs and shows them how to do, his long, lean body effortlessly bending in ways his own couldn't possibly go. No, yoga has never been his cup of tea, but sitting here in the early morning, looking at the subtle ripples on the water and breathing in the crisp morning air, he feels more at peace with his own mind and body than he has in a very long time.

A dog barking somewhere nearby is what breaks his trance and he slowly gets back on his feet, first then realising just how stiff his legs are and how insanely cold his bottom feels. He walks back across the small beach, taking two steps at the time as he climbs the short stair leading up to the road, and by the time he meets the old woman out walking her dog the beach where he was sitting just a few minutes ago is out of sight.

There's no need to rush, and the relatively short walk from the lake back to their small cottage takes almost twice as long as it usually does because he meets an especially cute kitten halfway up the hill and stops to talk to her for a little while, trying to figure out if she's got a home or not. He does eventually conclude that yes, she does belong to someone, and when he has made sure she isn't following him he continues up the road, the small white house and the beat up volvo becoming visible as soon as he's reached the top of the hill. It looks just like it did when he left it a few hours ago, something that doesn't come as a surprise seeing as he has been living alone for weeks, no months now.

Other people, friends and even some family members, they had known from the moment they met Calum that things would not go as smoothly as he hoped it would. They did not tell him this at once, of course. Instead they waited until things started going downhill, they waited until they were sitting there trying to cheer him up. "You know, I knew from the moment I saw him that you would end up getting hurt, I just knew." they'd say, sounding almost as if they were accusing him for not seeing what they had seen, for not realising. "That's what you get dating someone that much younger, you really should have listened to me and gone for someone your own age." and a part of him wanted to listen, to believe that yes, maybe if they had met later on in life, maybe if they'd met when Calum was older, things would have been easier. A much bigger part of him wanted to scream at the people telling him this, wanted to fight back and tell them that they couldn't possibly know what it's like, that they don't know Calum like he does so how could they even begin to understand. That part usually wins, and ever since it started doing so he's been losing friends, friends he's yelled at and friends that have told him to get back in touch once he's "got his brains back".