you are my getaway
you are my favorite place
we put the world away
yeah we're so disconnected
Calum's P.O.V.
"Do you know what you wanna eat?" I asked. "Hmm. I always eat the exact same thing whenever I eat at maccas anyway" she said and smiled. "Yeah, me too" I said, "I'm gonna pay, by the way, like the guys in movies" She chuckled. "Good because I'm kinda broke anyway"
"Well what do you want?" "Uhm, chicken nuggets and a hamburger" she said. I got up to get the food. When I placed the tray with the food in front of her, she immediately locked her phone she'd been on. "Yay food" she said and giggled quietly. I chuckled and handed her hamburger to her.
"So how do you like Australia?" I asked. "Uhm... it's okay, I guess. I mean it's really different to Germany, but it's okay" she said, looking out of the shop window. I nodded; I had no idea how to keep this conversation going.
"How old are you?" she asked then. "I'm 16" I said, "turning 17 in a few weeks. You?" "15. But my birthday is soon, so yeah.." she said shyly. "How come we're in the same year?" "EH, I skipped third grade in elementary school" I chuckled "So you're like super smart or what?"
She giggled quietly and shook her head "No I'm really not"
"Okay, one more question" I said and she looked straight in my eyes. That's the first time I saw her eye color. She had blue eyes, with green and yellow specks. "Why do you sound so Australian? Like, you're from Germny aren't you?" "Uhh yeah, I'm bilingual.. See, my dad's from Adelaide, my mum's from Germany, they met in America, we lived in Germany, now we're here"
"That's... interesting." That was all I could say. She chuckled quietly. "What kind of music do you like?" she asked, her face was brightening up as sson as she said the word music. "Oh god, way too many bands" I said and laughed "Uhm, I like All Time Low, Green Day, Mayday Parade, blink-182, Misfits.... All these bands." Her jaw dropped "What?" I asked.
"I have the same taste in musci - well actually I don't like Misfits but yeah.. and I like One Direction" She said and smiled. "You what?! Misfits are awesome! Come on, I'm gonna show you some songs - you just gotta like them! And yeah, well One Direction. I'm... no. Just no. I'm not a girl" I laughed and she chuckled "Well, I am. Don't know if you could tell"
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We continued to talk about music and so on, when she said "So what kinda music does your band play?" "How do you know about my band" "Michael and the graffiti at school," she explained, "plus there's YouTube in Germany too, I'm pretty sure I've seen at least one awkward Luke cover" "Eh, we play different stuff. Like whatever's in the charts right now, to be honest" "You should play more music you actually like"
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"I should probably go, like, my mum's gonna kill me if I'm not home by seven" I nodded and we got up. We were completely quiet while we walked home, but it wasn't awkward, or at least I think so. "So, see you tomorrow?" I asked when we reached our houses. "Yeah sure.. I mean it's not like I'm gonna get around going to school" she muttered, and before she opened her front door, she said "Goodnight Calum" "Night"
I like Amber Humms.
Amber's P.O.V.
"Mum?" I called as I closed the front door behind me. "Kitchen" she answered, and so I walked into the kitchen. "Honey, the schol called" my mum said and sat down on a chair. "Uggh, come on, that was so not my fault I mea-" She cut me off.
"I know, you're not gonna get in trouble. I told them that you won't do things like this again. And that's what I wanted to tell you. Don't do this again." I nodded. "So are you hungry?" "No, uhm, actually I just ate" "Where?" "Uhm, Calum and I went to Maccas" My mum smiled "He seems to be a nice guy. Do you like him?" "Well, like. He's okay?"
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In my room, I sighed and grabbed a cardoard box, finally deciding to unpack the rest of my stuff. I began to fold clothes and place them in the wardrobe, taped pictures to the walls and hung the All Time Low poster on the wall above my bed. When I grabbed the next box I wanted to scream in frustration.
On top of all the clothes in the box was a simple, light pink dress, strapless, with a heart shaped top. It looked like a fairy's dress. Damn Disney princess dress. The thing about the dress was, it was Vicky's dress, Vicky's prom dress, and I didn't want it, I didn't wear pink, I didn't wear dresses and I wasn't going to wear the dress of my dead sister. Surely not.
I placed the dress down on my bed and continued folding clothes until the cardboard box was empty and my wardrobe more or less full. Finally, I picked up the dress and walked downstairs to my mum. "I told you I didn't want that" I said. "I just wanted you to try it on, you could wear it to your own prom here" "Mum! I'm definitely not wearing her dress! Plus it's pink" "Come on"
"I don't want to wear it" I said and crossed my arms in front of my chest. "I'd look horrible in it anyway" I said and turned around. "You wouldn't, and you know you wouldn't" my mum said, following me back up the stairs into my room. She opened my dresser and put the dress in it. "Are you serious?" I asked her and she just left the room. I groaned and just grabbed my pajamas and walked into the bathroom to take a shower, hoping it would relax me a little.
"What if I wanted to fight? / Beg for the rest of my life / What would you do? You say you wanted more / What are you waiting for? / I'm not running from you / Come break me down / bury me, bury me / I am finished with you / Look in my eyes / you're killing me, killing me / All I wanted was you"
Once my makeup was off, I looked tired again, like a creature from these horror movies. I sighed and walked back into my room, wanting to get socks and underwear from my wardrob for tomorrow, when my eyes landed on the dress again.
I didn't want to wear it, but I wanted to know how I would look in it. Curoisity killed the cat. Or better, the Amber.
With the dress on, I looked about four years older. It looked like I actually had boobs, I felt like a Disney princess, my stomach was flat, it ended just below my knees. Still, it felt wrong, because it was supposed to be my sister's dress, and I felt like I was stealing it, and you can't just steal stuff from your dead sister. I brushed my wet hair with my fingers and pulled at the top. Then walked into my parent'sr room.
"Mum?" I said, and she looked up from a cardboard box she was unpacking. "Here, you wanted me to wear that. There" My mum looked up and smiled. "I told you it'd look nice," she said, looking through the photos in her hand, then handed me a few. "Look"
It was Vicky on the day of the prom, with her date Paul. Vicky looked better in the dress, still. She was even taller than me, so the dress ended just above her knees, and I wanted nothing more than to get out of this dress.
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Back in my room with the dress in my hand and my pajams on, I sat down on my bed, leaning back into pillows and closed my eyes. Until a knock on a window made me open them again. What does he want now?
'looked nice :p' I facepalmed and shook my head. 'that wasn't even my dress' 'looked good anyway' I shook my head and laughed at him before waving and closing the curtains.
I like Calum Hood.
A/N:
Oh my god I'm so sorry for the conversation in McDonalds and the whole part there. This is so bad. I just didn't know what to write there... Also uhm, yeah, the dress. This is a bit awkward but still... I felt like doing this. The next chapter will be better, I promise, oh god. Again, I am so sorry. Also, thanks for reading :) And I'm updating twice today because I wrote so much. Aaaand the next chapter is probably too long. Sorry :D
Thank you for reading this (:
xo Amber
*chapter status: edited* aah I'm cringing ah no stop why did I write this ew. I did nOT LIKE MISFITS BACK THEN?! also nooo don't say you like one direction pls i cannot relate to you anymore.
what's it with the dress... lITLLE DRESS MAYBE LESS I am band trash help.
oooh did you see what cool thing 13 year old me did the povs end the same way oooh. so. artistic. at least 13 year old me also noticed that this chapter was crappy af
