Life Of The Party × CH

16

"Good. You're home," I heard my dad say, as soon as I walked into the kitchen that night.

"Yeah," I say, opening the fridge, hungry out of my mind.

"How was the lake house?" he asks with a smile.

"It was fun," I say, "the girls and I had a great beach day," I smile back at him, deciding to leave the boys out of this.

"Glad you had fun," he says.

That's when I take in my dad's appearance. He's dressed in jeans and a button-up shirt. Normally, he wears jeans, but the shirt is something I don't see him wear often, unless he's going to work.

"Why are you all dressed up?" I ask him, "You're at home."

He seems hesitant on what to say. "I have a date tonight," he finally says.

"Woo, go dad," I say enthusiastically, smiling at him.

"Really?" he looks at me excitedly. "This isn't weird for you or anything?"

"Of course not," I say, "You and mom have been separated for a while now. I always expected both of you to start dating other people at one point or another."

Dad lets out a large breath, "Phew," he says, "for a second there, I thought I'd have to cancel."

"Dad, of course not," I say. "You deserve to be happy. Go out and enjoy yourself," I hug him.

He hugs me back, "Thank you, sweetheart," he says. "You don't have to wait up for me if you don't want to," he grabs his keys and wallet off the counter. "Feel free to order food," he says.

"Goodnight, dad," I say as he opens the front door.

"Goodnight, Devin," he says as he walks out, shutting the door behind him.

Having the house to myself, I lock the front door before walking upstairs to my room to take a shower.

Once I shower, I change into an oversized t-shirt and booty shorts, later taking my brush to comb out my hair. I comb it out before grabbing the hair dryer and turning it on, attempting to dry my hair.

I'm in the middle of drying it when I hear a loud thud in my room. I don't think anything of it until I see a shadow being cast on the floor of my room.

I momentarily freak out, not switching off the hair dryer, making the person think I haven't heard them. I leave the hairdresser by the sink and look around for something to use to defend myself.

I pick up a glass vase from the corner, holding it over my head and slowly walking towards my bathroom door.

The shadow has gotten significantly larger as the figure walked closer to me. I give myself an inner pep talk before walking out the bathroom door and into my room.

I swing the vase, missing the figure which has moved away as not to be struck with it.

I look up at him. "Calum?!" I exclaim.

"Woah, easy there," he says, walking over to me and taking the vase from my hands, placing it on the floor.

"You scared me half to death!" I yell at him. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

"I'm sorry," he tries holding in his laugh, "I wanted to see you."

"You were seeing me all day," I say, placing my hands on my hips.

"I mean really see you," he says, "I wanted to hang out without pretending that we didn't kiss last night."

"You literally could've called me," I say, still a little freaked out and annoyed with him.