Chapter 9 - Well no shit sherlock?

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2 months after the intial meeting of calum and Amelia.

Amelias POV

Right, come on Amelia, we are going out to celebrate? Ugh come on jules iwas going to go to the gym them for a bath, before i start to think about Monday when i start my new job? Nope, we’re going out and you don’t have a choice in the matter.

Right, keys,phone and money, we’re sorted. I said as i made my way the taxi to meet jules. We made our way into town and headed to our favourite bar, there was always banter and live music. We headed to our normal table and ordered our drinks. We were two shots down and had ordered another round, when the music started a few bands came and went but we didn’t really pay attention. Then something caught my eye, something that made me choke on my drink then down three shots in a row, it was my guitar from austrailia, and along with it was calum and his friends. I down another shot just as jules dragged me to the front, shit now he was going to see me. Jules kept making eye contact with the drummer and i just looked at her she smiled weakly at me, well there was something i was going to have to question her about.  She smiled and blushed like  mad but it was dark so it wasn’t that obvious. We sang along to the covers, more because we were slightly tipsy, and i was determined to have a good time. Then there was a song that i recognised, i didn’t want to listen to it but something compelled me to stay.

She's a good girl, she's daddy's favorite

He's saved for Harvard, he knows she'll make it

She's good at school, she's never truant

She can speak French, and I think she's fluent

'Cause every night she studies hard in her room

At least that's what her parents assume

 

Then started to sing, shit shit shit, no no no, this was..... well ...... it was about me. Because calum had written about me, it had been part of a deal that he had lost, so he had to write a song about me and good girls was it. It was complicated to explain but it was true i was good girl that hadn’t been caught. I could speak fluent French and i had planned to go to Harvard, until....... i stop myself from thinking as it was to painful, i continued listening to the song.

But she sneaks out the window to meet with her boyfriend

Here's what she told me the time that I caught 'em

She said to me, forget what you thought

'Cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught

So just turn around and forget what you saw

'Cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught

Whoa

Good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught...

Whoa

Good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught...

She's a good girl

A straight A-student

She's really into all that self-improvement

I swear she lives in that library

But if you ask her she'll say,

"That's where you'll find me!"

But if you look then you won't find her there

She may be clever but she just acts too square.

'Cause in the back of the room, where nobody looks,

She'll be with her boyfriend.. she's not reading books

She said to me, forget what you thought

'Cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught

So just turn around and forget what you saw

'Cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught

(Do, do do, do do, do do)

Good girls are bad girls and good girls are bad girls!

(Do, do do, do do, do do)

Good girls are bad girls and good girls are bad girls!

She's a good girl, hasn't been caught..

She's a good girl, hasn't been caught...

She said to me, forget what you thought

'Cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught

So just turn around and forget what you saw

'Cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught

Whoa

Good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught...

Whoa

Good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught...

Whoa [2x]

Good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught...

I was aware of the fact that people were looking at me but i didn’t really care, i just kept looking at calum he was playing and singing and watching me all at the same time. As they finished there set i made my way to the bar and down a shot, i then made my way to where jules was standing talking to the drummer i would really need to find out his name. Calum came up to me, and i slapped him and he shrugged. I see you remembered good girls then?

Well no shit Sherlock? How could i forget it?  I questioned looking him up and down he hadn’t really changed much, the same dark brown eyes and rugged look about him, he had obviously kept up the surfing. (A/N – i don’t actually know if they surf, but they for this fanfic)

Fair enough, he said as he shrugged taking a beer from luke, one his friends and handing one to me, i accepted gaining a strange look from jules, oops she didn’t know i drank beer. Aww weel, you learn something new everyday, calum continued talking to me it was strange, we hadn’t talked in years, and yet now we acted like nothing had happened, well except from the fact the fact he wouldn’t touch me, whereas before he would have always had arm around me or have sort of contact, we were close friends and thats the way we were. As it got later me and jules were ready to head but jules wanted to stay with ashton, and managed to persuade me to stay with her at the boys flat. We arrived late, and did what all drunk teenagers did, we ate a whole load of crap. Michael and luke headed off to bed and so did jules and ashton, which left me and calum awkwardly, it was weird i starting to sober up and things were becoming clearer, we talked for a while then headed to bed. Calum handed me a t-shirt of his then turned around so i could get changed i slipped the t-shirt over my underwear and climbed into calums bed, he got changed to his boxers and climbed in awkwardly besode me, calum why are you being so awkward its not the first time we slpet in the same bed, oaky maybe i wasn’t as sober as i thought i was. We cuddled together and id rifted in and out of sleep, calum hummed softly in jy ear, ahh just like old times i whispered he, chuckled, yep and i can still do this he kissed my neck, and my breath hitched, well good to know that you haven’t changed to much.......

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