"I'll just go get something." Calum says as he started walking towards the stairs.
"Um, Cal." I started playing with my fingers and looked down.
He turned back signalling me to talk.
"Thanks for...you know...saving me from... that guy earlier." I looked up to him, trying to bring out a smile.
He didn't say anything, he just nodded and walked straight away.
Now this is the Calum I know.
That's the thing I noticed about him, he changes mood in a matter of second and it is hard to cope with it.
I looked down and fiddled with my fingers and suddendly remembered Finn. I took my phone out of my pocket and searched for Finn's name on my contact list.
"Hello, Finn?"
"Cheska, this is Michael."
"Oh. Um, hi. Is Finn home?"
"Yeah. I drove him home, I was about to leave actually. Are you okay?"
"Thank you and sorry if it bothered you. Yeah I'm fine now."
"It's fine, really. I should get going, i'll see you around."
"Okay. Thanks for everything Michael. Take care." I say to him and hung up.
The moment I saw Michael a while ago I knew I liked him, not in a romantic way though. I want to be good friends with him.
Calum has the nicest friends, I don't know what happened to him.
Speaking of Calum, he went back with a blue jumper in his hands.
"Here, wear this. And we need to get your wounds cleaned again." He sat down and handed the jumper to me.
It smelled like him so I was sure it was his.
"You keep your stuff here?" I ask him.
He nods. "I spend my time here in Ashton's a lot, i run away from home when me and Derick fight. And that's everytime."
"Oh." Is al I can say.
There was a complete silence after it, we encounter this kind of 'silence' a lot, it seems like our minds are screaming but nothing is coming out of our mouths.
"You can get changed in that room." He pointed out the room next to the kitchen.
I slowly got up and walked away silently, slightly limping.
I shut the door behind me and stripped on my clothes then placing the blue fabric over my head as I insert my arms on the sleeves.
I opened the door and went back to the living room. He slightly lifted his arms infront of me as I took his hands.
I didn't know how or what to respond in his actions, it just seems strange, I knew him differently.
We reached Ashton's kitchen and he helped me sit on the counter. He unclasps the fabric wrapped around my leg revealing the cut plastered on my leg as the pain started to come back again.
"This might hurt a bit. You can hold my arm if you want." He warns and pours a large amount of betadine on the cloth.
He looked at me first, then back down to my leg.
The cloth slowly landed on my leg, making me wince and immediately grip on his arms.
His hands immediately travelled up to my waist, making sure I won't fall and my hands plaster at the top of his hard shoulders.
