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I'm trying to get back into the swing of writing!
Warning for sexual stuff hehehe
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Cals POV

I sit alone in Michael's room, with my legs hanging over the edge of the bed. The door creaks open ever so slightly, and a head pops through the gap.
I hate him. I hate how he makes me feel comfortable, and I hate how he makes me feel safe. It's unnerving. There shouldn't be kindness between us, it's just not right. It's not meant to be that way.
"Mornin'" he smiles.

But I can't help myself.

"G'morning baby boy." His lilac hair sits messily on his head and a loose denim jacket hangs over his shoulders.

He turns himself slightly away from me,
"you can grab some clothes to wear from my draws, and there's breakfast downstairs when you're ready."
"Okay, thank you."

He turns and walks away, closing the door behind him.
I stand up slowly, stretching my arms above my head, and grab some clothes (photo at the top). Slipping them on, I slowly inhale the scent. His scent.

Grabbing my phone and putting it in my pocket, I walk down the stairs slowly. I stop when I hear Michael speaking,
"...Won't Remember you guys."

I peak my head out of the stairwell and smile warmly,
"Good morning Karen, good morning Daryl."

There was a clatter of a spoon hitting the bench as Karen turned her head to look at me,
"How do you know our names?"
Her question comes out hesitant and careful, like she's tiptoeing around something.
I shrug and laugh it off.

Michael tilts his head to the side and chucks me an apple,
"Let's go Cal."

I follow him out the front door and pull the beanie over my ears to shield them from the cool breeze.
"Thanks for last night," I shoot him a toothy grin to which he chuckles in response. I admire him for awhile; His unshaven scruff, his ear piercing, the shape of his jaw, the curve of his nose, the plump of his lips. And he just sits there and lets me.

The bus pulls up with squeaky brakes, and the front door opens jumpily. Clifford steps onto the bus, and I trail behind him by a few metres. Even with my head down I notice the change in atmosphere. Hushed confusion surrounds everyone as people watch me take my seat.
Despite the tension, I still wish I was sitting with Clifford one spot back.

"Are you two friends again or something?" I hear, turning my head slightly to the left to try and catch the conversation taking place. But there is no response, only scattered conversation involving both mine and Cliffords name.

When the bus pulls up I'm the first one out, but the thick tension leaves me slightly nauseous.
Spotting Luke I immediately make my way over to him,
"Hey Lukey!"

A flicker of anger washes over his face as he grabs my arm and drags me away from everyone,
"What the fuck are you thinking running away from your home!?"

I pull my arm out of his grip and stop in my tracks,
"How do you know about that?"

He frowns, and the anger is dropped from his voice,
"I went to pick you up this morning, and well, you weren't there. I tried calling you but you didn't answer."