Metaphor ⚀ c.h.

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she didn't know exactly where to go at first. she had become so accustomed to spending time with calum that she had forgotten the life she had of her own. the life where she walked the streets and hoped someone took her home for the night.

she hated that life.

she likes the life calum gave her. not the life of his money, or popularity. but merely just the life of calum. the life of stupid smiles, brown eyes and happiness.

she was shoved down by a pedestrian who was walking too fast down the road yelling "peaches." she stood up and store at her scrapped knees and watched as bruises quickly formed. the summer showers eventually caught up to her and she was left standing in front of the main and fredrick street sign in the rain.

calum strode home quickly. all the thoughts that ran through his head made him want to cry. he was stupid. for the first time ever, calum hood admits that he's wrong.

when he got home, she sat curled on the couch under a warm blanket in calum's green day shirt and her underwear. she wasn't really cold she just needed a cuddle.

"i'm sorry," calum said walking over to her. he knelt down to her eye level while she store blankly back at him. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry."

"this is stupid," she said sitting up.

"what? me? i know, and i'm sorry."

"no!" she sat up and motioned between her and calum, "this is stupid. i'm and eighteen year old street rat and you're a thirty-five year old big shot. the hell was i thinking? the hell were we thinking?"

"we weren't thinking," calum laughs. "that's the best part about it."

"let's be realistic here," she dry chuckles.

"i-i am being realistic. i love you. i really do. you've made me so happy in just one day and i can't even imagine a life without you anymore."

she smiled, but was still lost in her thoughts, "i don't even know your first name."

"that would ruin the fun of never telling you."

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