Calum's P.O.V.
LUKE
*You still up for what we planned?*
Sure I was still up for it
Amber’s P.O.V.
I sighed as the receptionist called my name. “Amber Katherine?” I walked up to the desk. “Yes?” “Mrs. Fletcher is waiting for you now” So I went down the hallway to room 124. Yup, right, I have a private therapy session because of the breakdown. And yes, my therapist is Mrs. Fletcher. I really, actually hate her. She’s creepy and I don’t want to talk to her, but I have to. “Hello Amber” she said and smiled that creepy smile, then pointed towards a chair “sit down”. I sat down and started to play with the hem of my shirt nervously. “How are you today?” she asked. “Uh. I’m uhm good I guess” I answered quietly and continued to focus on my shirt. “Well I was told you had a breakdown a few days ago” I nodded and bit my lip. I didn’t want to tell her, god damn it! “Would you like to tell me about it?” she asked. But actually, she didn’t ask. Do you know that type of question where you can’t say no? Like, when your mum says “Could you clean that up please?” she doesn’t really ASK you to do it, she TELLS you to. Well that was this type of question. I sighed and stared at the wall behind her desk. “Someone found out about the skin picking disorder because my arm was bandaged up. I thought they’d hate me for it and tried to shut them out. Didn’t work pretty well and I was a wreck. So I talked to them and two of them know now… About uhm.. what happened” I blabbered as fast as I could. Mrs. Fletcher nodded quietly. “So do you feel better now?” “uhm.. More or less. It was good to tell someone but also, people at school were spreading rumors about me because I haven’t been to school in that time, and yesterday they picked a fight and one of my friends got knocked out” I nervously said. This is your fault. Do you hear me? YOUR FAULT. If you didn’t exist, they would’ve never got in a fight. I hate the voices inside my head. It’s not really voices, like insane voices but it’s this thought in the back of my mind that gets louder in moments like this. “Oh. How do you feel about it?” she asked and finally, this creepy smile was off of her face and she finally looked normal – well as normal as a fat, grey haired woman with a bad haircut and harry-potter-glasses can look. Wow, just judging. “Horrible” I blurted out, and then immediately added a quiet “Fuck”. Why did I tell her? Shit. “Did someone punch you too?” I shook my head. “No and that’s why I feel so horrible about it. They’ve picked a fight because of these rumors, and this boy who spread them begun the fight. I almost got punched, you know, but the other one, the one who got knocked out, jumped in front of me before anything could happen to me. I feel like it’s my fault. If I hadn’t been there or in Australia, none of this would’ve happened.” I said and then I looked down on my lap. I don’t even know why I told her. Shit, I shouldn’t have told her. I don’t want her to know about me, I barely know her. Mrs. Fletcher asked a bit more about my feelings, and after half an hour, I was free to go. “You seem to get better,” she said and smiled, “you start to open up” I gave an insecure smile back and then rushed out of the room. My phone buzzed
ASHTON
*Get outta there I’m waiting outside*
A smile crept onto my face as I got outside and saw him waiting in front of his car. “Hey” he said and smirked. “Hi” I said, “why are you piking me up?” “You’ll have to wait, sorry nugget” (Yes, Ashton has been calling me nugget lately because I love chicken nuggets) “Wait are you kidnapping me?” I asked, fake-shocked. “Maybe” Ashton said and grinned at me while he started the engine. “Come on tell me” “No” Yes” “No” Yes” “no” “Aaaaaaashttoooon pleaaaase” “no, I won’t gosh!” he said and chuckled.
After half an hour of driving we arrived at this thing, which happened to be rose bay. “Ashton why are we here” He just locked the car after we got out and then said. “You’ll see. Bye” with that, he turned around and went away. “Wait! Ashton? What the hell? Where are you going?!” “You’ll see. Stay here” he yelled over his shoulder and then disappeared behind plants. I huffed and plopped down on the sand, staring at the waves. Then, something landed next to me. A rock and a piece of paper. “Read me” was written on it. I picked it up and unfolded the paper slowly.
“WHAT DAY IS IT TOMORROW?” it said. “My birthday?” I said to myself. Then, something hit me. I turned around to see Michael, smirking at me, a nerf gun in his hand. “Michael what the fuck is going on?” I asked and stood up. “You’re getting a proper birthday party” he said and shrugged his shoulders. "What?” “You’ll see” he said, grabbing my wrist and pulling me to the direction Ashton had just went two minutes ago.
A/N:
THERE'S SO MUCH TO TALK ABOUT WEEEE
So first of all I'm sorry for not updating, but I'm seriously not well right now, a lot of drama in my family and so on I don't wanna bore you with it.
Second WHAT THE HELL DERPCON CAN I PLEASE MOVE TO LA AND BE 16?! Seriously I want to cry about how I can't go there. I whish I could meet them just... They mean so much to me, you guys have no idea
THIRD IS IMPORTANT AND OH MY GOD: Calum nude.
Yes. I'm so disappointed in the poeple hating on him, I mean after all he's just human & humans make mistakes, that's what makes us human. Everyone's acting like they're the ones to judge just because he's famous, I feel so sorry for him :(
FOURTH is about the dedication and this is dedicated to one of my closest friends, I mentioned her before. She seriously means so much to me and yeah. You've been helping me a lot :)
So now, thank you beautiful people for reading and if you want to, leave a vote :)
BECAUSE I'M SHAMELESSLY SELF PROMOTING GO FOLLOW MY TWITTER IT'S @5SOSsavedme_20 :)
Thank you guys :)
xo Amber
