Cold | Calum Hood Fanfic

Two

Michael

It was around seven in the morning, but merely because I was in a conscious state, didn't mean I was ready to start the day. I would continue laying here, realizing how it appears that I had stayed in the exact position, I fell asleep in, throughout the entire night. Or at the least, when I woke I had found myself still hunch over a quite tiny figure. I can only make the assumption that my subconscious mind must have not allowed my body to move, do to the fact Ivetta was gripping on to my hands. My hands that I had placed on her stomach, keeping her from slipping away, as my arms held their place around her waist.

Beginning to feel stiff at the thought, my shoulders instinctively rolled backwards, while I released a loud breath. It was done as Ivetta shifted, beginning to arouse, her face nuzzling further into Calum's neck. Gently sighing, as her eyes fluttered open, Ivetta's head tilted up at Calum, then over her shoulder at me. When that came about, I made sure to be quick with squeezing my lids shut, before she could see, not allowing my consciousness to be revealed.

I could only feel as she slowly repositioned, clearly trying not to wake anyone. Ivetta curled her fingers delicately around mine, prying them off. By then, her body managed to ease out of our hold, and she was standing on her feet. I could sense her presence still lingered, but also the fact that I hadn't heard footsteps shuffle across the carpet, clued me into the fact that Ivetta was standing there. My sights were confirmed once I felt her lips unobtrusively press to my cheek, but just as quickly as they were placed there, they were removed. As she was about to step away, I wrapped my fingers around her feeble bicep.

"Where are you going?" I grumbled, exhaustion evident in my voice.

"Michael! Let go, please!" She nearly inaudibly pleaded, in a shouting manner, as her arm weakly tugged back.

It was clear to me that she was startled, merely by the look in her jade colored eyes, and the tone of her shaking voice, leading up to my next question, "Are you afraid of me?" I swallowed, hoping she isn't.

Releasing a sigh, Ivetta sat in the seat in between us two teenage males, in the space I made, when I sat properly. As she stared down at her toes hovering only inches above the ground, she pleaded with her voice soft. Show that she truly had been keep up an act, "Can we please not talk about this here?" Her voice formed.

Respiring deeply, I nodded my head. Roughly gripping her arm, I pulled it over my shoulder standing up. This allowing me to yank her up off the couch, causing a gasp to tear from her throat.

Her fingers had at that same moment pressed to my stomach, as I spoke in a slightly demanding tone, "We have to talk, come on."

She sighed, her limb carefully gliding out of my hold and off of my shoulders. Walking away, I could see through my peripheral vision, that Ivetta was following at a short distance. Strictly stepping where the pads of my feet once touch, remembering that a few of the floor boards aren't the sturdiest. This only continued until we were at the backdoor in the kitchen, that led to a yard fenced in by picket-fences, and a small wooden porch.

Ivetta halted beside me, being sure to gander off to the side, where she would only be able to scan cabinets doors, and slick counter tops. Using this opportunity, I twisted the door knob, then placed my hand on the small of her back to push her through the doorway.

As soon as possible, her movements came to an end. When she simply planted her feet to the ground, in obvious uncertainty. Ivetta didn't get to stay that way long, though. After pushing the door closed, hearing a subtle click, I touch the same place on her back.

This, in a way, signaled her to peer over her shoulder, but when she did. I couldn't quite read the expression she presented. It showed signs of slight curiosity, as well as, genuine sadness, anger, and puzzlement.