psycho |c.h| |b.s|

t.p.p.o.v. {5sos boys pov.}

it's been five months.. 

5 months since the girl took away his life.

the girl who no heart.

the girl with no feelings.

the psycho. 

now, as per usual, you would assume that.. the boys would be crying messes with no words to be spoken, correct?

incorrect.

"that lucky son of a bitch gets to sit with kurt cobain," michael scoffed, taking yet another one of ashton's french fries, making him groan.

"get your own damn fries, man." ashton groaned.

"i'm sorry mate, i usually eat some of luke's." he mumbled.

calum sighed, and folded his hands together.

this shouldn't have happened.

it should have happened and it's all calum's fault.

or, so he thinks.

the silence filled the house now that michael had made his comment, and they all decided to get ready for what would be luke's funeral in less then a few hours. 

calum's feet creaked against the hard wood floor of the house, as he slowly opened up luke's bedroom door, a black and pink box making an appereance underneath from luke's freshly made bed.

curosity filling his features, he walked over to the box, picking it up and setting it on the bed.

he tore open the lid, notes practically falling out of it, along with a bunch of sticky notes, and a black marker.

he dug deeper into the box, noticing a violet small box sitting at the bottom of it.

making calum even more curious, he opened up the smaller box as a ring shined in the light, a note sticking out of it.

you made it long enough to wear the ring, make it long enough to say i do. 

tears fled within calum's dark brown eyes as he sighed, grabbing a letter, noticing that they were numbered.

number 6.

dear luke,

nono,

oblivion is inidetable.

as a friend of mine, augustus waters once said.

i'm sitting on the couch watching the fault in our stars with my mom.

she calls it a sofa.

what do you call it?

sofa or couch XD

love lots,

arianna xo 

a small smile creeped upon calum's lips

she was once a normal girl.

what changed her? 

all of those thoughts swarmed calum's head, and he couldn't help but think.

isn't her mom dead?

throwing letters around, he pulled out one that was numbered 16.

dear luke,

luke i need you.

i really need you.

my moms dead, and i'm freaking out.