Month ♕ c.h

♕ chapter four ♕

♕ abbey ♕

I was inside of the car as the mechanic changed the wheel of Calum's car. It's weird, we were going out for coffee, but I didn't even know his last name. I guess that adds to the thrill of this. We were to teenagers who had only met yesterday sitting on the side of a deserted road with a mechanic replacing the tyre of his car, but I guess that's what teenagers do. They go on adventures. At least, that's what I assume.

"Let's get to that damn coffee shop." He smiled, slightly poking his tongue out. Calum was very, very attractive. He had this sort of charm about him that made him hard not to like. Yes, we hardly knew each other, but he was still a charming lad, and also extremely fit. It was hard not to be attracted to Calum. I loved his adorable chubby cheeks and his tan skin and his gorgeous brown eyes.

"I hardly know anything about you, yet I'm in your car on my way to a coffee shop." I tell him, and he looks over to me, smiling yet again. All he seems to do is smile, yet I used to smile a lot as well, but shit happens, and smiles turn fake. I still smile now, just to make some people happy. I find that's the way to do things; smile and pretend to be happy when really, you're miserable on the inside. I wonder if that's Calum's tactic, or if he's generally happy. Since I began to feel sad, I can't remember what happiness feels like, and I know that's not how you're meant to live your life, yet I'm still living like that. Is that the way Calum's living? Or am I the only one of us two who is sad, even though he was at the psychologists.

"Well, my name is Calum Thomas Hood, I'm half kiwi and half Scottish. I'm 18, 19 on the 25th of January . I like sleeping, eating and procrastinating. I'm in a band with my 3 best mates and we're called 5 Seconds of Summer. We aren't that big yet, but we have about 30k followers on twitter. I love the bands All Time Low, Blink-182 and Green Day, and my favourite food is Spaghetti. I hate the word moist, I'm also shit scared of spiders and I love playing soccer. Is that enough for you?" He asks me, and I laugh at all the random facts about himself he just told me. I found them interesting though, it's building a relationship. That's something I have been wary of for a while; but with Calum, it felt like everything would be okay, and that this wouldn't end in heartache.

"Well, my name is Abbey Anne Jones, and I'm 17, turning 18 next month. I'm half English and half German. I love to read and write stories and listen to music. I love Blink-182, The Kooks, some songs by The Killers, Arctic Monkey's album AM, I'm not a fan of their older music, the 1975 and One Direction. I don't have a favourite food, but I don't mind mandarines. I'm not really scared of anything to be completely honest. I don't really have any friends, unlike you, you're probably popular since you play soccer and seem like a jock." I smiled at him, practically repeating the facts he had told me but about myself. I didn't find it necessary to tell him about all my problems, he would probably run away from me like everyone else would. I'm a freak, and it's hard not to forget when you have yourself constantly reminding you.

"Well, Abbey Anne. I'd love to discuss some of those topics with you over coffee, and if you knew half of the shit that I come with, you'd know why my band mates are my only mates." Calum pulled the car into the vacant car spot out the front of Gloria Jeans. As we climbed out of the car and I walked around to the boot of the car, he grabbed my hand and intertwined our hands together. It was weird, but in a strange way, it comforted me in a way that I've never been comforted before. It made me feel safe, like while my hand was in Calum's, I wouldn't be hurt by anyone or anything because he would protect me. I couldn't help but wonder, did Calum mean the shit like what I've gone through? Did he have his subconscious putting him down as well like mine? I couldn't help but wonder, if maybe he was what I needed, and maybe, just maybe if this shit he was talking about is what I think it is, maybe I was what he needed too.