Negative Space (Calum Hood A.U.)

Chapter 13 - Torn in Two

Calum's POV

Her hands were around me, the music in the background softly playing as my lips caress hers. "Calum, I have to go to class."

For the first time since we moved to New York, we slept on the same bed and now I don't even want to leave.

I was on top and her legs were around me.

"No, five more minutes." I whined but she wasn't having it. She gently pushed me off of her and went to her dresser.

"I have class in an hour, your class starts in three hours, not fair." She whined, scrolling through her phone.

"Everything is fair in life, babe." She just glared at me.

She started walking outside and to the bathroom and I stayed in her room, lying down on my back, arms behind my head as I stare into the ceiling.

June and I have the weirdest relationship and that's because we fight a lot but when we make up, it's like nothing happened, then we fight again, it's really weird.

My class doesn't start 'til noon and it's only nine in the morning which means I have a lot of time to spare.

I carried myself out of the bed and looked around. I picked up some clothes that were thrown on the floor and placed them on the laundry basket by the door. I fixed some of the stuff she has and whatnot.

I made myself busy while waiting for June to come out of the shower. She usually takes half an hour in the bathroom. I don't even know what the hell she does inside those thirty minutes. Huh. Girls.

As I was prancing around her room, I stumbled upon the photo album she tried to hide from me before.

It's off-limits, I know, but it's only because she didn't want me to see her young self, not really because she's hiding something, so I disobeyed it and took the album.

I sat on the bed, cautiously glancing at the door from to time in case June walks in. I skimmed through the album, but immediately turning the pages to the last page.

There it was, that thing that was peeking out from inside the cover. I threw one last look at the door before taking it from the album.

It was a picture. Written in the back was a date so familiar and possibly a place. Could it be that this was torn in half given that the writings on the back aren't complete?

06.26.
California Sci

June 26. That's June's birthday. Could this be a birthday picture?

Under that were number I couldn't comprehend.

072101115
072101

What were these numbers about? Is it a date, though?

I turned the photo around and trust me, shocked is understatement to how I was feeling.

It was a picture of two very familiar faces, one was wearing a NASA shirt and the other one was in casual clothes. Shit. It's Malia. No, wait, it's Maya. Fuck. I don't know. What I do know is that the other one is Cassie.

The picture obviously was torn in half. There was an arm wrapped around the girl's shoulders. Wait. The picture in Maya's box, it has to be the other half.

It makes perfect sense considering Cassie and Ethan are twins and they're in the same photo.

I tried to remember the picture as much as I could. It had Ethan in it and a girl that looked exactly like Malia and this girl in the picture I was holding.