Skaters (A Calum Hood Fanfic)

Trust? NO!

        “I’m sorry!  It was a joke,” he said annoyingly. 

        “Well you obviously have a shitty sense of humor,” I said, already looking for my board. 

        “What is your problem?” he said taking my shoulder.   I pushed his hand off and grabbed my board. 

        “What my problem is is that my life is falling apart, I ate major asphalt five minutes ago skinning myself on the street, and I almost got my phone stolen by well, you,” I said bitterly.  I sat down on my skateboard and put my head in my hands.  He crouched down beside me and awkwardly patted my back.  I sighed and pulled my head up.  He stood up and held a hand out to me.  I looked up at him weirdly.  “What?” I asked. 

        He smiled.  “You need to get cleaned up,” he said.  “I would feel really bad if you ended up bleeding out on the street.”  I folded my arms across my chest and gave him a suspicious look. 

        “Really? You think I’m going to go to the house of a stranger who I don’t not only know but literally tried to run off with my phone that you stole?”  He grabbed my hand and hauled me up. 

        “Hi I’m Calum, I’m Kiwi and Scottish, I live a few blocks away from here with my overworking parents who are never around, and I spend most of my with my band who are the only family I really have,” he said.  I sighed and looked down at my legs. 

        “Alright,” I said.  “You do owe me big time,” I said.  Calum smiled and grabbed his board off the ground. 

        “Let’s go,” he said.  I grabbed mine and slowly walked behind him. 

        “You’re not going to lead me into an empty alleyway and rape me are you?” I asked him.  He gave me a weird look. 

        “Um right now you’re the stranger so I should be asking you those questions,” he laughed.  I smirked. 

        “I’m Y/N, I’m considered the failure of my family, I’m rarely in my house, and I spend almost all of my time drawing anything that catches my attention,” I said.  He nodded his head and we walked down the street.  My legs were extremely sore and my ankle was slowly swelling up.  My steps were uneven and I was in a lot of pain. 

        “Are you okay?” he asked.  I furrowed my brows. 

        “Seriously?  Did you forget why I am going to your house?” 

        He smiled.  “Okay, okay,” he said.  “Don’t worry we’re almost there,” he said.  We got to his house and tossed our boards on the lawn.  I stepped over the curb but lost my balance and fell onto the sidewalk.  I felt my cheeks turn red and cussed under my breath.  I heard Calum chuckle and an arm help me up.  He picked me up in his arms and started walking to the house.  “Don’t worry I’m not going to drop you,” he said.  I shook my head as we walked inside.  We passed through the living room and went into the bathroom.  Calum set me down on the bathroom counter and rummaged through the drawers for the first aid kit.  He came out with a bottle of rubbing alcohol, some bandages, and a roll of gauze.  He uncapped the bottle and started rubbing out the small cuts.  He put a few band aids in between his teeth to hold as he cleaned the cuts.  His dark black hair fell into his eyes as he concentrated on me.  I smiled to myself but quickly shook it away.  He took the band aids out of his mouth and covered as many of the cuts as possible.  Then he went to clean the large scrapes on the sides of my legs.  He was about to apply the rubbing alcohol when I grabbed his wrist.  “Wait no, let me prepare myself,” I said and took a deep breath.  He chuckled silently.  “Don’t worry it’s only going to sting a little,” he reassured me.  He gently applied the rubbing alcohol and quickly wrapped my leg in gauze.  He placed his large hand around my leg and applied pressure to soothe the sting.  “See?” he said, looking up with a smile.  “That wasn’t too bad,” he said.  I smiled. 

        “Thanks,” I admitted.  He started putting away the alcohol when he spilled some onto his hand.   “Ah!” he hissed and waved his hand around.  His knuckles were covered in deep scrapes. 

        “Are you okay?” I asked.  He looked at me and smiled. 

        “I’m fine,” he said to me.  I took out some band aids and took his hand.  His hands were big and calloused that I had to hold it with both of my small ones.  I undid the bandages and placed one on each of his knuckles, carefully smoothing them over his hand with light delicate care. 

        “Sorry about that,” I said after I finished.  He smiled. 

        “Na, it’s cool,” he said brushing it off.  “But I’m hoping we’re even?  Your phone for my messed up hand?”  I looked at him thoughtfully. 

        “I don’t know,” I said slowly, cocking my head to the side. 

        “Come on,” he pouted, sticking out his bottom lip.  “You bashed up my good hand.  I still need to play you know.”  My eyes widened slightly. 

        “What do you play?” I asked him.  Calum rubbed his fingers over his sore knuckles.  

        “Bass,” he said twiddling his fingers over an imaginary bass. 

        I giggled.  “Well now you have something to remember me by,” I told him and jumped off the counter walking out of the bathroom.  He followed me out into the living room. 

        “Wait, where are you going?” Calum called after me.  I turned my head but continued to keep walking. 

        “Well there’s this thing I have to get back to... it’s called a life?  You should get one I heard they’re pretty cool,” I mocked with a smile.  He scrunched his eyebrows together. 

        “From how much you told me it’s going to be a short walk since… your life SUCKS,” he called with a smirk.  I stopped and turned to face him. 

        “You’re right Calum, my life fricking sucks,” I said with a sad smile and ran out the door.