thirteen months 》cal

//seven//

song / sweet child o' mine guns n roses

photo / idkm look if u rlly wna kno ((hes so fvckin cuttteeee))

keek / the one where luke has m&ms

☹☹☹☹☹☹☹☹☹☹☹☹☹

"What's all this?" Calum smirks down at me as I arrived with all my cleaning supplies - broom, Clorox, Wind-ex, (paper) towels, sponges, gloves, two buckets, 409 spray, candles, liquid soap, a toilet brush, and a couple floor scrubbers all in an old shopping cart.

"Remember last time I was at your place and before I left, I promised we'd clean it?" In his face, he has a serious expression, like nothing happened the last time we'd been there. But the way his fingers fumble together, says another story.

"Uh . . . Yeah. Yeah, I remember. I, just, didn't think you were serious about it." He smiles, his face brightly lit under the sunny sun that decided to show its bright face today.

It's been about two weeks since I actually made Calum that promise. It wasn't until today I'd gotten all the supplies together.

In the meantime, we've gone out a few times. We went out and ate again, somewhere else this time.

We once found a puppy who'd scurried away from his owner for a little while. The puppy was the cutest thing ever and the way it kept playing around with Calum, that was even cuter. I teased him about it but he said that yeah, he might look all tough and all, but when it comes down to puppies it's like he's four all over again.

I've got a tee underneath my red long sleeve shirt and a dark pair of ripped jeans with my favourite boots on. Calum's in a light sweater which is black, the usual heavy coat left behind due to the surprisingly descent weather of today's. His tight dark pants going perfectly with his old beat up Vans.

"How about I hop in the cart and you push all the way to my flat."

I look him dead in the eye and burst out into a fake fit of laughter. "No."

"I was only joking," he chuckles. "You already went through all the trouble to get all these," he waves his hand at the shopping cart filled of various items and replacing his hand back into the pocket of his jeans to finish. "You hop in and I'll push'ya."

My brows raise in astonishment. "Seriously?"

Calum scoffs. "Get in before I change my mind."

I don't ponder after that and jump into the cart. I get in and rest my back against its wall, knees to my chest, facing Calum as he begins to push us in the direction of our destination.

"So." I start, not wanting us to make our way in silence. "Wanna listen to something?"

"Better be something good." He says without hesitation whilst he pushes the cart with me in it up a hill we need to go through to get to his place. Not even forming a small sweat.

"I'll put everything I've got into shuffle and if you don't dig, just say skip."

Calum nods and I go on forward.

Bowling For Soup's Almost came on and for the first half, we're listening and he doesn't say anything.

"Skip."

I look his way and squint my eyes, the sun shining mostly in my face. "Okay . . ." I whisper to myself, picking my phone back up.

Cinderella Man rips through the phone speakers.

"An Eminem fan?" He tilts his head to the side, messing with the piercing on his lip, eyes watching me like a hawk.

I skip without him saying anything else and Dewain Whitmore's Running Out of Reasons comes on. I'm about to skip again, but don't under Calum's request.

"No. No, don't skip. I like this one."

Just a little before the chorus draws in, Calum cuffs up his sleeves, getting a secure hold on the handle bar and begins to accelerate.

"Uh, Cal. What are you doing?" My voice shook a bit at the end on accident.

"Watch and learn, baby. Watch and learn."

When he's gained enough speed to continue going straight forward, his feet hop on the lower shelf of the cart and it's like we're flying.

"GO. GO, TELL ALL OF YOUR LIES," he shouts into the void.

"But why are your lips so dry," the phone sings out the next part.

"OoooOohhh," I try to vocalize then erupt into a loud laugh, covering my mouth with my hand.

"YOU'RE RUNNING OUT OF REASONS." Calum's hands leave the handle bar and he raises them above his head as he screams.

Soon enough, the cart begins to slow down. I can't help but laugh at him, used to think he's too mature for an act like that, yet I am proven wrong. And I can't help forget the fact he called me baby.

-

Calum gave me the keys and I got a head start up the stairs since he's behind collecting all our supplies.

I click the light switch on and look around. The place looks even messier than before. We've got take out bags, empty cups laying around, about four boxes of pizza, and more clothes.

The sink (both left and right side) are exploding with dishes. I never really thought one could have so many dishes living by one's self.

I opened the drawer where Calum told me his keys go and find a pack of gum in there as well. I back away in disgust as the substance had melted through the wrapper.

I heard Calum grunting, finally made his way up the stairs, and the items in his arms falling one by one. I sigh, watching him walk through the doorway, "We have some serious work to do."

☹☹☹☹☹☹☹☹☹☹☹☹☹

soz guise my dad went on a trip and he left me with my mom and so with her i can't really get on much until thursday or so when dad gets back

urm lil crisslum moment lol they're so cuteee<3

im also working on the next update on stay tonight so im not sleeping yet ....i hope haha

its midnight  on tuesday lol but idk when im posting this so.

idkm im hungry

xo - glitter qween kim hehe