Cold | Calum Hood Fanfic

Fifteen

Calum POV

Now, on this February, Saturday night, only hours away from the next day, I realized it had been a month since Ivetta began avoiding everyone. Her action seems so out of the blue to me. We were just starting to get close again. But now all I can get out of her is some snarky remark.

From what I understand, is that she has even been keeping distance between her and Michael as well.
What ever happened that day must have set something off in her brain.

With school starting soon, I knew I had only so much more time, before she made new friends. Leaving it nearly impossible to get back into her life.

Everything I have attempted has ceased to succeed.
Giving her space seems to continue allowing her the lenience to slip out of our grip. While getting to close scares her away, which I would have never expected from her.

Now that I think about it, she really has changed. She is not the person I fell in love with three years ago, but really she is. Deep down inside, hiding away, is the real her. My soul mate... My one true lover...

That's when an idea sprung into mind.

I uncased a cherry red acoustic guitar, sitting on my bed with it in my lap, ready to be picked at.

I mumbled the words that smoothly fall from my lips, praying they would take the proper form, "You know something I don't.... It's not like you to be cold.... Every night replayed over and over...."

It had been a near week since my all night writing session.... With the boys okays, we pulled together a beautiful song, that came straight from the heart, for a Valentine's Day song.

From the living area, downstairs, at Michael's home, the three of us could hear thrashing echoing off the walls. Till moments later, when the two siblings came down the stairs.

Ivetta was being carried by her brother, who gripped her hip, and the bicep of her right arm to bind her uncovered, battered limbs down. Not that it stopped her constant squirming and kicking of her long legs.

"Put me down!" She clawed, only to be denied, "Michael!"

"Nope."

He dropped the girl on the couch, parking his bottom on her lap. As Ivetta shoved at Michael's back, she whined to him, "Get off! You're heavy!"

"To bad, just listen."

She sighed, obliging by her brother demand with a frown pulled on her full, pink lips.

Luke passed Michael his tan colored Maton acoustic guitar, much like our own.
Ivetta perked up the slightest bit, at the first strum on the quietly ringing strings.

"You know something I don't. It's not like you to be cold. Every night replayed over and over....
You say things that I don't. You make me feel alone. Every night replayed over and over..."

I was the first to sing a solo verse after the group introduction harmony, the whole time, I kept my eyes glued to Ivetta. Watching her every move, even if she wasn't looking my way, "You say it's no concern, and everything's alright.....
Sometimes we all get burnt, and then we try to hide..... Oh, and I know, and I know, and I know, and I know we're wrong, we should have let things slide..."

Ivetta directed her gazed away from Ashton's tapping over at Luke, as he began to sing the bridge, "And when the night gets dark, and there's no way back. I'll call your name, but it's fading.~ We're fading.~"

As the bunch of us began to sing the chorus, she stared at the floor, not once lifting her eyes, "You know something I don't. It's not like you to be cold. Every night replayed over and over...
You say things that I don't. You make me feel alone. Every night replayed over and over..."