thirteen months 》cal

//nine//

song / prolly gonna go with god only knows by mkto

photo / gif of bae

keeeek / THIS IS HOW WE DO IT [ cashton omf ]

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Calum and I haven't talked since. I mean, I see him - pretty sure he sees me - but no one says anything. It's late at the station. He's here.

Carol told me to meet him after his shift, wanting to grab a small meal with me and see how I've been doing. That's the thing about Carol: he's always the only adult who checks up on me. I don't know why he does it, he just does.

The station is clear of everyone, excluding the sheriff, Carol, some other officers, Calum, and I. That's pretty darn empty considering how during the day it's swarming with fellas in here.

I'm behind the main desk in the lobby whilst Carol, the sheriff, and the other officers are in the back room doing some important business things Carol wouldn't tell me about.

It's been a couple minutes and I realised I'm in the room all alone, even Calum seemed to have gone off somewhere. I look around with wondering eyes, looking for something off. It's when I see one of the bottom filing cabinets not shut all the way. The bottom one is where they keep the persons files. The one Carol always keeps me out of.

Especially since Calum's been here.

I've been dying to know what he did to get himself so much hours; maybe it's about time I find out. I look around again a little before I sit behind the desk, out of view.

The files are all jammed into the cabinet drawer yet organized at the same time and I still cannot believe it's been left open. I search through names until I find the one I even got myself into such a mess to find: Thomas Hood, Calum.

As I hold the file in my bare hands, all these thoughts rush into my head all at once. A, this is too good to be true. B, am I dreaming? C, this is illegal. Even so, I continue on with what I planned to do.

Background information - flip.
Schooling records - a drop out, how nice.
Medical, f-wait. Awh, he fractured his elbow when he was eight - ouch, more like.
General outlook. Oh, wow. Look. His birthday's only-

"What are you doing?"

Shit. I become completely frozen in my spot. Every thing in my mind going blank, breathing almost coming to a fast stop.

It's Calum.

My feet find a way to stand even with my knees going into a weakened state. ". . . I. . . . Er, uh . . ."

His eyes roll down to see what I'd tried to hide - and typically failed to do so - ever-so quickly from him. "Is that . . ." His sentence isn't quite formally finished, stopping for a grunt and a few scoffs to show disbelief. "Is that, my file?"

"Calu-" but before I know it, my back is pressed up against the wallpapered wall, Calum's warm breath running down the side of my neck, just below my ear. "I love when it you do bad things." Calum's voice is low and rasp, his words forming from the back of his throat in a growl - as if he was hungry - loud enough only for the both of us to hear. He cocks his head a little deeper to the side. "What'chu lookin' for, princess?"

I wiggle my toes in my boots to make sure I'm not really going numb all over and this feeling will fade within time. My body is unable to go back in motion. He called me princess . . . again. He looks down at me with his full attention. There's a brow raised when I look back.

Although I dobut anything will be said, I open my mouth to try and say something. Nothing; no surprise there. His left hand quickly falling back to his side, the other being a little behind a lingering around the side of my face a little longer.

We hear the knob of the back room being twisted upon and before anything else happens, Calum brings his knee to my side to cover the fat file in my hand

Carol's nostrils flare at the image of me pressed against the wall by someone of the opposite sex who is very much way older than I.

"What's going on here?"

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"Sorry about Casserole ditching you back there for more work." Calum sighs, sincerely.

I return the sigh and shove my hands into my coat pockets, laughing a little at his nickname for Carol. "It wouldn't be the first time. Sorry about illegally checking you out - not that kind of checking you out. Checking your records, personal information, and confidential files. I mean, not that checking you out would be a bad thing, I just-"

Calum's laugh interrupts my awkward broken record that couldn't seem to shut up. "S'alright, really," he comes to a slow stop and turns to my, getting closer. ". . . I get it."

I breath out through my nose and let my voice come out small. "I get it too. . . . You're almost twenty-one and I'm still seventeen, right?"

I look around, avoiding sharing glances with him for a second. The Friday night sky isn't too dark for our walk through park - hah, even though it's way too cold for that. He touches the side of my face with the back of his hand on to bring my attention right back to him.

He lets his forehead hang on mine as his shoulders fall. "I don't want it to seem like I'm taking advantage of you."

Slowly, I bring my hand out from my pocket and let the pad of my index finger trace his jaw line slowly and watch his eye lids flutter shut under my touch. "I know you would never."

For a minute, we both enjoy the silence. Not wanting to interrupt it one bit.

A harsh breeze passes through and my body shivers on its own. "You should get going, Rudolph." He laughs, his eyes opening as he pokes at my red nose from the winter air.

I pout, not wanting to go home anytime soon. "Can I get a hug, at least?"

He opens his arms and I jump into them. "You smell really nice," I whisper into his broad chest, feeling his heartbeat.

Calum chuckles making his abdomen vibrate against the side of my face. "And I like your shampoo."

I giggle, shaking my head as we pulled away. "Goodnight then."

He turns to walk the other direction. "Goodnight, Criss."

"It's Crisstina." I holler back careful not to trip over the cracked pavement.

"No. I like Criss. . . . It's Criss."

OK, it's Criss.

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dedicated to @paramuke even tho i don't kno her nd she doesn't kno me lol. but i rlly like molly and i think she pretty fcukin cool with a kick-ass personality ((eVeN tHo I dOnT kNo HeR wOw))

am i the only one whoes lackin sooooo much sleep? lol probs yea

xo - my neighbor's house smells like ass, kim