i think i should feel guilty for kissing michael, but he did kiss me first, and I really dont feel bad at all.
-calum
So Maya and I aren't really as close anymore, but I know she'll shake it off soon. She's not the type to hold a grudge. So we play more shows and eventually when we have to leave Australia, Maya has to go home again and we travel to the states.
"Calum, can I talk to you for a second?" Michael says just as I'm in the midst of beating Luke in Fifa.
"One second, Mike." I say dismissively. There's only 2 minutes left in the game and its 2-0. I'm winning mother fucker. The game ends just as I score another goal and celebrate my victory with a little dance. I spot Michael watching me in the corner of my eye, he was trying so hard not to smile, but it ultimately failed as a wide grin spread across his face.
After I had finished gloating, I walked over to Michael and his smile immediately drops as he motions for me to follow him to a part of the bus nobody was at.
"Calum, about that night when we were drunk and you kissed me-"
"Actually, last time I checked you were pretty sober and you kissed me." I say, raising one eyebrow. Michael frowned and shook his head.
"No you were drunk, you don't remember what happened." he says.
"Yeah? How do you know I don't remember? I mean sure I didn't remember when I first woke up, but I remember it all now and you kissed me not the other way around." I argued, I can feel my tone becoming sassy as I spoke.
"Calum." Michael said frustratedly.
"Michael." I say, mocking him. He was getting angry, but I could tell he was restraining himself.
"Well whatever happened meant nothing to me, Calum." he says bitterly. "I did not enjoy it at all. It was disgusting, uncalled for, and you made me cheat on Maya!" he was now beginning to shout at me and I could feel the water pooling in my eyes as my heart ached.
"I did not make you do anything." I spat at him, my finger jabbing him in the chest. Before he coukd say anything more, I walked away and went into the bathroom.
I didn't think it was disgusting, it meant something to me. Fuck, it meant a whole lot to me and there he goes just taking a giant shit all over my hope. I dig through some drawers and finally reach it when it pricks my finger a little, but not enough to draw blood as it was about to do. I stuff it in my pocket and leave soon after, deciding to go to my bus once we've stopped.
It doesn't take long for the driver to want to stop for gas evem though he has a full tank. Weird, I wonder who could have persuaded him to do that?
When we stop, I waist no time getting off the 5sauce bus and onto my own. I flop onto my stiff couch and turn on the tv until we leave again. Once I feel the bus start to move I get up and lock myself in the bathroom.
It was disgusting.
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it meant nothing to me
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shitty hope
ugly thighs
too pale
not good enough
all alone
why me?
a/n: really short update but I thought I'd put it out there bc whatever
OMG ITS ENDING SOON :(
