thirteen months 》cal

//three//

wazza ; eatin' noodles, how are y'all doin' ?? :)

song / in too deep by sum 41

photo / malum all cuddly aww

keek yaaay omf

enjoy ~

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I couldn't sleep half the night. Too busy thinking about why Calum would want to meet me at the docks. Me? Is he sure? But of course, who else would the note be for if he put it in the pouch.

I don't look for trouble today. Deciding maybe I should stay out of it for some time.

At the station, it's not a crowd, but not that empty either. Calum's here but doesn't look my way when I walk up to talk to Steve. I simply ask if they need help sorting out, with the phones, cleaning up - anything really.

Steve smiles wistfully. "Can you, maybe, uh . . ." It took a while for him to come up with something for me to do. "Aah, the coffee maker. Needs some cleaning out. And add a new filter, would'ja?"

"Will do, Stevie."

I watch him roll his eyes at the nickname. He always hates it when I call him that.

"Would you mind also wiping down all the counters? Andy hasn't been in much lately. The place's getting real dusty now."

Andy's the janitor here. It's true, I haven't seen the mexican in quite some time.

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I'm looking into his eyes; as he does his work, he's looking back into mine. Anyone else would say they're only a dull brown like any other. I don't know if it's the fact that I don't have brown eyes or the feeling they give me every time I continue to stare back.

The crew has been secretly nagging at me about it. They like to call it 'that thing you two do.'

"What thing?" I'd jokingly laugh at them.

All of them almost sounded the same exact, "Oh, y'know. We don't even have to say it."

"Are you going to continue having eye sex with that asain guy."

"He's not asain," I am quick to defend him, since clearly the lad is anything but. I go back to what I had been doing before I was rudely inturupted.

"Gosh, could you stop doing that!?" And suddenly I am torn from my staring to look at the one standing aways from me.

"Jesus . . . Christ," I stand from my seat, slowly, and eye her from head to toe. "Ele," I whisper. "Is that you?"

Her face plainly unamused. "No, shithead. I'm the Cookie Monster."

I almost laugh, though hugging her being my only intention at the moment.

"How'd you know I was here?" I mumble, still hugging her tight.

"Where else would you be?" She laughs.

Ele puts her hands on my shoulders and holds me at arms-length. "Look at you. You grown so much."

I roll my eyes. "It's been almost a year, Ele."

"Speking of your birthday," she pauses with wide eyes, my birthday being the last time I saw her. "Remember your cute Michael friend?"

I knit my light brows, not picking up where she wanted me to. How can I not remember him. He was one of the handful of people there. And when I say handful, there were only so many people there, you could've counted them all with the fingers of one hand. You wouldn't need more fingers just those five will do.