Bad Girls [Calum Hood]

*CALUM'S POV*

Makayla Roberts has been my best friend since about third grade, when she moved to Australia from Florida after her parents died in a boat accident. Her father's sister lives here so when the news reached Ms. Roberts immediately offered for Kayla to live with her until she left for college. By “here” I mean two doors over from my family's house and of course, with me being as shy as I was, my parents were hoping that I would finally be able to make a friend. Part of their plan was for me to go knock on their door when Kayla arrived and introduce myself, and apparently Ms. Roberts had been searching for ways to help Kayla cope with the loss of her parents, so she gladly let me in and showed me where her room was and told me to go in. I remember being so afraid to mess something up that when I walked in and saw her sitting on her bed, facing away from the door with her head down, I was kind of surprised.

~FLASHBACK~

I walk over to the new girl – Makayla, I think – and sit on with her on the bed. We just sit there for what feels like forever, but is probably only a few minutes. Finally, she sniffles, wipes her eyes, and looks up at me. I've never been around a crying girl before; I have no idea what to do, so I just look back at her until she blushes a little and looks down at her hands that are folded in her lap. Oh man. That probably made her feel awkward . . . should I say something? I think about telling her sorry, but that probably won't help much, so instead I just go with a simple “Hey”. She looks up and giggles a little. Okay. That's a good sign. Then she smiles and says “Hey” back.

~END OF FLASHBACK~

And that's how we started a lifetime of friendship with just one word.

Now, I know that all the boy-girl best friends in movies and books always end up falling in love, but Kayla and I weren't anything like that. Sure, there have been times where we've hated each other's date or something like that, but that's only because we are extremely protective over each other when it comes to the opposite sex. It's just some crazy best friend thing, I guess. Kayla usually doesn't have boy problems because she's so focused on her schoolwork and hanging out with her aunt and I all the time that boys just don't really approach her. I mean, you've got to admit that her “good girl” lifestyle is a little intimidating – her aunt has been saving up for Harvard, she's only missed school on the days she's been forced to, she's fluent in French, she's a straight-A student, and she's pretty big into the whole self improvement thing. But lately there's been this one guy – Zach – that Kayla has been crushing on. He's the school's “bad boy”, and he's been flirting with her, and I don't like it at all. She's a good girl! You know what happens to good girls after the bad boy they're crushing on starts to return the attention! I don't want that happening to Kayla.

NEXT FRIDAY

Every Friday, Kayla and I have a movie and game night at one of our houses, and this week it was at Kayla's, so I grab a couple movies and some games and head over. In eighth grade, we convinced my parents and her aunt to let us put little rope ladders outside our windows so we can visit each other whenever, so instead of going through the front door, I put the movies and games in the mini backpack she has set out for when I bring things with me and put my hands on the ladder, about to start climbing. That's when I look up and see that Kayla has started to climb down with her cellphone held between her ear and shoulder so she can use both hands. I hop off the ladder and wait for her to finish climbing down before I ask her if I had forgotten that we were supposed to meet at my house tonight. That's when I hear her tell whoever she's on the phone with, “Yeah, Zach, I'm climbing out of my window right now, so just wait at the end of the street until I get down there,” and I realize that she's talking to that Zach guy. My good girl best friend is sneaking out of her house to meet with the school's bad boy. Wonderful. I bet her aunt even assumes that she's in her room studying. Kayla hops off the ladder and hangs up before turning to face me. After ten years of being as close as we are, I know that she knows what I'm thinking just by looking at me. Instead of seeming guilty, Kayla just sighs and tells me, “You may as well forget what you thought because every good girl is just a bad girl who hasn't been caught,” then starts running towards the end of our street, where Zach is waiting in his car.

Maybe bad boys are just good guys who haven't found the right girl yet . . . ehh I doubt it.

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I'm not sure how I feel about this because I think that I could add way more to it, but this is a story I wrote for a 5SOS Husband Games I joined a couple weeks ago :) it was inspired by the song . . . "Good Girls" by Five Seconds of Summer, obviously haha