Twisted

Chapter Seventeen | A day Alone

Josh's POV
A Day Alone
*edited*

As much as you don't hear about it, Callum and I do spend days apart.

After he was let out from the hospital, he told me he was going to go spend the weekend with Craner in Australia and (of course I was jealous). He told me he wouldn't be able to talk much (of course I was sad).

So basically this is how my days went:

Morning:

I was eating pancakes, chugging a glass of milk and Having a boring competition with myself. I groaned, annoyed.

"What's wrong?" My sister asked.

I threw down my fork into my plate and sighed. "It's so boring when Callum is gone."

She sent me a glance.

At around Noon:

I had decided to go out to eat by my lonesome.

I ate my fries and remembered that one time that Callum got the news of a car crash.

I sighed, leaning back. Callum always knew what to say in the silence.

It was almost humorous how melancholy I was acting. I was acting as if he had died.

At Three:

I glanced at my phone about 50 times. Maybe my sister caught on Because she sighed angrily. "Glance at your phone I dare you. Who are you even waiting for a text from?" She snapped her 'friend with Benefits' guy standing awkwardly at the door.

I slouched. "I'm waiting for Callum to text me that he's made it to his hotel safely." I said, glancing at the phone.

She sent me a weird glance.

So I bet you could understand my annoyance when I didn't end up getting a text from Callum.

"Josh. Can you and your sister go to the store for me please? I know you're busy and all but I really need flour and milk."

My sister nodded immediately but all I wanted to do was lay slouched on the couch. Let myself be absorbed as I intake my rejection. Yes I know I'm being dramatic, but have you ever been away from your best friend/crush and have absolutely no idea how they're doing?

It's torture.

I pushed myself up from the couch, following my sister towards the car.

"Are you seriously that bent up about Callum not texting you?" She asked. Her voice was annoyed but her face was more smug.

I kicked my feet up on her dash. "Bent up? Me? No way? I'm more like, wondering where our friendship went wrong." I said, jokingly.

She didn't say anything, but I could tell she was thinking.

The car ride was basically silent, the only noise was the echo of 'sweet home Alabama' playing in the background as we pulled into the parking lot.

"Race ya to the door."

Yes I was 16 and yes she was much older than me. But I will never, ever, ever grow out of racing someone to the door.

Except for the fact that even she's more fit than me. She won.

I painted, out of breath and out of shape.

"You... okay?" She asked laughing.

I nodded my head. "Oh yeah. I'm fine. Really great." I practically wheezed out.