✎smoothie → l.h.

Seven //

"Yeah, yeah! Suck my ass!" Calum growled. I giggled and a finger to my lips to tell him to quiet down.

"Shut up, Calum. Go outside, this is a library."

"Hey! I'm on the phone here!" Calum hissed. He pouted and went started yelling through his phone again. I rolled my eyes.

"Why do I hang around with this kid," I sighed. I looked back down at a book I was looking through, and shut it. I slowly got up and walked to the bookshelf and wedged it between the top of the bottom shelf and the books. I walked back and tapped Calum on the shoulder. He was on Instagram, creeping.

"Come on, Asian."

Calum made a deep, rumbling noise in his throat and slapped my arm.

"I'm fucking Kiwi."

"Same thing." I joked.

"Wanna go swimming?" Calum asked. I gave him a look.

"You want to go swimming?"

"There's nothing to do. Ashton's out somewhere, Michael is playing some game at home, and Luke is sick. When was the last time you saw him?"

"Like, two weeks ago. We text, but not a lot. He's been busy."

"Clarissa and Luke broke up."

"Holy shit, what?"

"You didn't know?"

"No, Clarissa is on vacation at work and Luke hasn't said anything?"

"He was upset about it and stayed in his room forever. Then he got sick."

I tapped on my cheek and thought for a second.

"Can I go see him?"