Cold | Calum Hood Fanfic

Six

Ivetta

That next day I woke up, slowly getting out of bed, to not wake up Michael.

Heading down stairs, I ran my fingers through me hair, detangling the matts. At the bottom of the steps, I peered over at Calum, noticing he was still asleep. Which is normal, it only around 5:30 in the morning. Besides when we were younger he'd sleep till noon, at times.

I cautiously traipsed over to him, leaning forward, leaving a brisk kiss to his lips. That action brought back memories, of the first time we kissed.

Pushing the thought aside, I went and sat on the back porch. My legs dangled over the edge, swinging back and forth. I gander up at the sky, counting the stars. I'd always loose count, but it was still relaxing.

You really can make your own constellations. There are 88 that are official, but with people's imaginations, there could really be millions. I've heard that humanity is made up of star dust. Some myths and legends foretell, that when a human passes, they become stars. In reality it is merely one big circle. Stars are to die, exploding into shattering light and elements. The star dust and matter is what's said to have been the Big Bang, that stared life. So said, is that we're all from that one star that dispersed, creating many stars in its place. Not only that, but all the galaxy, including life as we once knew it. That must have been one big star to have made it all.

And what about the boy, who if you looked down his throat you'd see the whole galaxy? Is that truly possible? How did it get in such a place? There are many tales of such, like a cat's eye marble being some sort of portal to another realm. Or that in the center of the Earth, isn't magma. But a home to other unearthly creatures, that have been punished with being forces to roam the Earth, for all eternity.

Everything that's been going on, just confuses me, and all I can blather about is Myths of above. A little bit of moral support isn't going to help, I'm crazy.

Sighing, I knew Michael was right. I should go to therapy. But that would mean telling. Maybe I can just figure it out myself. That way I won't have to tell anyone else.

That's what I'll do, keep it all to myself. Sure I may still need some help, because books won't do it all. But at least I'll have an idea of what, I'm dealing with.

Standing up, I headed up stairs to change.

I put on a pair of black skinny jeans, and a plain navy blue, tight fitting t-shirt. As for makeup, I washed my face in the bathroom sink, then applied my usual cosmetics. Walking back to my room, I slipped on a pair of black converse. Then grabbed the brown book I hid at the bottom of my top drawer. Checking for the pencil, I went back into the kitchen.

In the junk drawer, I pulled out the sticky notes, and a pen. I wrote a note, sticking it the fridge, then put what I pulled out away.

Being quiet not to wake anyone, I walked out the front door, to the library.

Michael's POV

This morning or more like afternoon, when I woke up, Ivetta wasn't beside me. Figures.

I rolled out of bed, landing on my front, on the floor.

"Great way to start the day, Michael..."

Standing up I went into the bathroom, splashing my face with water.

Then I made my way to Ivy's room, to see if she was in there. She wasn't, but one of her drawers were cracked open. Me being the kind of guy I am, walked in her bedroom shutting the drawer. When I was about to walk away from the dresser, I realized that was the drawer with the brown book.