He Had Flowers in His Hair & Watermelon in His Hands (on hold)

Chapter One

"Calum, shut the hell up!" I yell, grabbing my phone.

"Tell me where you're going and I will." I sigh and turn around. He's standing there like an angry mother - arms crossed, eyebrows raised, one foot in front of the other. He's been going on and on for the past, I don't know, hour about this guy he met on Instagram. His name's like Mike or Michael or some generic name like that. And when I tell him this, and that he's probably just you're average dude douche, he tells me he's his own person. Plus, he likes all the same bands as him. Good for him, he's got a new friend. Maybe boyfriend. But right now my head hurts, and I need food. ...We really need to go grocery shopping. And I can only imagine the sweet, sweet sound of not hearing Calum ramble about how dreamy this boy is. Then again, he'll most likely just call and text me about him when I leave. Shit.

I should've known. When Calum gets started on something he's passionate about, there's no stopping him until he sleeps. And even then he might talk about it when he wakes up. I've thought about drugging him these past couple of years we've lived together. Nothing too major. Just a centimeter more Nyquil than normal. No biggie. It's not that bad...right?!

"I'm going to the diner to get some food. It's nine o' clock, so why not? Wanna come with me?" I ask, grabbing my wallet, putting it in my back pocket.

"Okay. Now that you mention it, I'm really hungry. Let's go!" He walks ahead of me, puts on his hoodie. He picks up his keys from the coffee table, and we walk out of the apartment. He locks the door and we walk to the stairs. It's easier than the slow, sauna elevator. Trust me.

"Can I ask you something?" I hear Calum's voice from behind me once we're outside in the busy Brisbane streets. Oh yeah, we skipped out of Sydney the first chance we got. That's why we live in a four story apartment building in the middle of Brisbane. Great place though.

"Of course." I say, turning around. He's standing by the door still, pulling at the hem of his hoodie. I hear him sigh slightly, and now I'm kinda worried. Wait, does he know more about this guy than he's told me? Does he really like him? Oh. Maybe I shouldn't be a dick about it then. Oopsies.

"Michael's from Sydney, Ash. And, well, he lives here. What if I run into at the music shop one day, and I look like a hobo like I do half the time?!" He nibbles on his lip, and he doesn't meet my gaze.

"You'll be fine. And maybe your clothes say "I'm lazy and I just left the house" but you always look fine. I'd bang you, that at least gives you some confidence, right?" He laughs, and I know everything is gonna be okay with him. At least for now it will.

"Of course. And don't worry, I'd bang you to." We laugh for a minute before we decide walking will be easier than taking the bus.

Once we get there, it's ten minutes until ten now. Wow.

(a/n im really really tired like v v so im going to sleep i woke up at like 2 bc i had to use the bathroom so yh um yh. i'll probably reread this, but this isn't checked for now considering im yawning every 2 seconds and my eyesight's fuckin blurry bc of sleep deprivation no biggie though. ok, bye.)
oh, ps - did i even spell nyquil right or...?!)