It's been a little awkward between Ashton and I since speaking to Luke, which was two days ago. It's only safe to assume it was because Luke and I had a bit of a history. I think that made Ashton nervous which it shouldn't, him and I weren't even official anyways.
My mum wasn't home so it was just me, Calum and Ashton in the house. She was still working on that rape case I guess. Apparently some even darker shit happened so that just added to the case, which means she had longer days and even longer nights.
I'm home from school. Somebody Told Me by The Killers is blasted in my room, a nicely rolled joint in my left hand. I smoke from it as I lay back in my bed. I close my eyes gently as I allow the smoke to leave my lungs. I loved how calm I felt at the moment, as if I had no worry in the world and for the first time, I wasn't thinking. Not about anything. Nothing.
I hop off of my bed and begin to sway around my room, moving my hips as I smoke from the joint. This was what I called treating myself, there's nothing else I'd rather be doing right now to be honest. I look at myself in the mirror as I dance, watching every move I made and seeming to try and make it better.
What if Ashton saw me?
I laugh to myself as I think about it. If he saw me it would be so embarrassing, but he wouldn't so I was fine.
Why am I even thinking about this?
As I take another hit it from the joint, I hear someone banging on the door, followed by some yelling.
"Can you turn the music down it's pretty damn loud in there?" I roll my eyes and open the door, only to be met with Calum. He didn't look very happy, he actually looked pretty annoyed. I laugh in his face and exhale the smoke at him purposefully. I add a smirk to piss him off.
"Can you turn the music down it's pretty damn loud in there?" I mock him and he rolls his eyes walking in. He walks by me and turns off my speaker. I furrow my brows at him.
"Um, excuse me?" He looks over at me, smirking at me this time. I cross my arms and take another hit from my joint. To my surprise, he takes it out of my hands.
"What the fuck?" He takes it and puts it out in my ashtray.
"Cindy doesn't like you smoking to begin with, so I'm not gonna let you smoke in the house." He says, referencing my mum. I wait for him to leave, but he just stands there.
"Okay, may I help you then?" Calum shrugs. Sometimes he acted like an annoying little brother, even though he was older than me and had already graduated.
"Just letting you know that Michael's sleeping over tonight." To this I raise an eyebrow. Since when do Michael and Calum hang out?
"You and Michael are friends?" Calum looks at me and smiles, nodding his head. He looked as if this wasn't news and it shouldn't have been to me.
"Yeah," He breaks eye contact for a second, looking around my room. "We've been friends, for a while actually. You're just never around when we hang out." This didn't make any sense to me, because usually I was always home. Well I guess not recently, since I've been hanging out with Ashton. So why does it feel like him and Michael have just a met? I've never seen them hang out before, so this was something new.
"Oh," I don't really know what to say. "I didn't know." It's silent for a moment. He scratches the back of his head. It gave me a nervous vibe.
"Why are you being weird about it? We hang out, you don't have to believe me but we do." Calum spoke defensively and it confused me. I laugh a little at him.
