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Chapter 11: Calls and Walks

Chapter 11: Calls and Walks

(a/n) I feel like my chapters are super sucky. Please let me know what you think--give me honest feedback--so I can improve them. This is all for you, so I hope that I can make this as entertaining and enjoyable as possible. :)

*NEW* (a/n) DW PAST ME, IM REWRITING SO MUCH AND PULLING THE STORY TOGETHER, ITS 10000X BETTER ALREADY

I could hear Reese talking to Michael in the next room. She called him every day, and it was stupid and cute and disgusting. I hadn't called any of the band since losing my passport. I knew that I should, but I didn't know what to talk about. They probably didn't want to talk to me anyway. Even so, I forced myself to pick up my phone and dial the one person who I knew wouldn't turn me down.

"Hello?" Ashton said.

"Hey, it's me," I said, leaning back against the couch.

"Who is this?"

I scowled. "One of your best friends."

"Calum?"

"Do I sound like a Kiwi to you?"

Ashton laughed. "Chill out, Luke, I know it's you. You don't have to sound so mad."

I relaxed and smiled slightly, relieved that my friends hadn't forgotten about me so quickly. One of them, anyway. "What's going on?"

"Nothing much. Talking to you."

"Cool."

"Yeah."

There was a beat of awkward silence. I could hear Michael in the background.

"How's Mi--Calum?" I asked.

"He's fine," Ashton said. He didn't add anything else.

"How are you?"

"Fine."

I frowned. "How's RJ?"

"Fine."

"Ashton," I groaned.

"What?"

"Talk to me."

"About what?"

"I don't know, anything."

To be honest, as pathetic as it sounded, I wanted to hear him say how much he missed me. I wanted to feel wanted. He still considered me a friend, right?

"Um...." Ashton said slowly. He sounded like he was struggling to come up with something. "I've been listening to the new Green Day album lately. It's pretty sick."

"I still have to download it," I remarked. I made a mental note to do that later.

"Okay."

There was more silence, and my frustration gave way to despair. I didn't want anyone hearing this next bit, because I knew that if Reese or Faith heard it, they would never let me live it down. I went to the bathroom, sat on the toilet, and reached over and locked the door.

"How's the band?" I asked.

"I already told you," Ashton said. "We're fine."

"Not you guys, the BAND," I emphasized.

"Oh. It's flailing because you and Reese didn't make it to the New York concert on time. We had to give out refunds."

I winced. "How mad are you?"

Ashton didn't say anything for a moment, and not because he didn't know how to answer. I knew it was because he was choosing his next words carefully, which meant that he was seriously ticked.