Calum was on the couch and fast asleep while I was here: sitting on the floor. I didn't bother getting up to sit on the other couch because in this way I'd be here if ever he gets caught up in his bad dreams again. I flipped through channels and tried looking for something interesting. I silently wished that my feet would just take me out of this house and lead me back home but no, a part of me wanted to stay here and look after Calum. I knew he was old enough to take care of hisself but still, I refuse. It was past 6 o'clock and I'm sure mom was driving insane worrying wherever I was. I turned the tv off and turned around to face Calum. I touched his forehead and happy to say that he wasn't that hot anymore, he was back to normal- or just a little better. I brought my phone out and texted mom telling her that I'll be home soon, just had to do things with a friend. But I knew she would shot me questions when I get home. I was in the middle of texting Acacia when the couch deepened. I shot my head up and looked at a groggy Calum, sitting up and stretching his arms- yawning at the same time.
"Is it time for school already?" He groaned. I chuckled at his question and raised an eyebrow at him. "What the- eh?"
"You wouldn't let me go home, remember" I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. Does this really happen after severe fever- was that even severe? He scratched the back of his head, trying to remember what happened.
"I don't know, I don't remember" he shook his head and knitted his eyebrows together.
"Eh? Well, what was the last thing you remember?"
"I blacked out... Then... I" He trailed off and looked away from me. He sat up straight and patted a seat beside him. I got up and took it immediately, my butt hurt from sitting too long on the floor.
"I blacked out. That's all I remember" He shrugged, he looked back at me then down to his feet. Calum was skinny, no doubt about it. But for a skinny guy he looked cute and huggable. What the hell am I saying. His long bangs covered his face while he stared down.
"Was I a pain in the ass?" He looked back up at me, full interest in his eyes.
"No doubt."
"Can I go home now?" I asked him. He nodded and slouched back on the couch, grabbing the remote and going through different channels, I opened the door knob but before I could leave he asked me one more thing:
"Alesia, you know the way back to your apartment?" He shot his head up and sat straight. I sensed that his head spun as he did because of the way he looked at me. He wasn't well yet but he did get better. "Yeah, its all good" I answered, he nodded and I didn't bother saying goodbye of course because he wouldn't answer me anyway, he hates bye's.
I walked back to the apartment with my bag slung on my shoulders, it was chilly and was about 5 maybe or 6. I really don't know, my phone's dead and I don't have a watch. I walked alone, admiring the skies as I do so. They were slightly pink, with blue and a touch of orange. It didn't take me hours before I got home, it was a good 30 minute walk. I opened the key to the room and surprised to see mom wasn't home yet, I pulled off my socks and slipped into my slippers.
I went straight to my room then changed into my pajamas. I sat on the end of the bed trying to recall everything that happened in just a day. Is it even possible that I felt like Calum was my best friend?
Nah, he wouldn't feel the same anyway so its not a good idea to assume.
But the fact that I spent the whole day with Calum and the fact that i took care of him while he was sick wouldn't leave my mind. It was absolutely a different Calum in front of me awhile ago.
I sprawled on my bed engulfing all the space. "Calum fucking Thomas Hood" I hissed, "leave me with peace" and now I'm asking him to leave me? Oh shit. I don't know what I want. I was the one who wanted to be friends and now I wanted him to leave, ugh. This is just a bit of hungover or lack o sleep maybe?
This Calum thing's confusing the shit out of me to be fucking honest. "Alesia!" I heard a call from the living room. I got out of bed and made my way to the kitchen. I fixed my hair into a bun before showing myself to my dearest oh dear loving mother.
"Where were you?" She shot at me while fixing the groceries on the cupboards.
"A friends" I shrugged. She didn't seem interested so i took it as an opportunity to go back to my room.
'We aren't friends ok' a text message said.
