thirteen months 》cal

//eleven//

y'all , my friend Dallas says hi

song / first date , blink-182  yaaaay for blink

photo / caaaaaaaaaaalUm

keeek / washing adventures haha

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Today's Sunday. Calum's birthday.

From the time I wake until around six, I'm slumping 'round trying to stall for tonight. I stop by the station earlier today to see Carol and drop off his file that he left at home (in my defense, I didn't break into his flat, his wife let me in).

Carol seemed really busy and totally held up with all his work. I got frustrated, leaving the file in his desk, left drawer, like he always tells me to put the important things, and head out.

Though on my way out, is the surprising part. I came and Calum wasn't there. I didn't think he was even going to come in after noon. As I'm walking out, Calum's on his way in.

I guess he thought I was going to say something - wish him happy birthday even - I don't. I accidentally drop my mitten right before him. Standing up, his coat pocket is right before. I slip in my note without even skimming him along the process.

8 o'clock, dress fancy

I'd written for him. I don't care how long it takes for him to find it, but I know for sure he'll see it before he arrives home and I also may or may not know for sure he gets off hours before seven thirty.

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At home, I'm alone, like most of the time - nothing new. It's quite hard for one to keep one's-self company if I do say so myself.

I make social medias but never bother to check them. I'm sure if my brother and I still continued to grow up together, he'd be in shock every single day he's even related to me. To him, social media is life and he cannot live without it. Unfortunately, I was only eleven back when I last remember anything of him. I don't have any of his sites. And anyone that knew them before gave them to me only to dissapoint me even more when I find out he hasn't gotten on any of them since he left.

Before I know it, and after waiting a million space years (not really), seven fifteen rolls by and I begin getting ready. I curl my hair and do other fancy things for my plans tonight. The dress I picked out is a black, long sleeve, closed chest, that comes up to where my thumbs come in skin-touch with my thighs. I slip on a couple rings here and there and find the shoes I'm looking for. It's cold outside, I know, but it's not like whatever I planned to do tonight is happening out there.

From my place, to his, surprisingly isn't that far. I knock a few, holding back a the huge urge to smile by pursing my lips in a tight line. Shuffling is being heard on the other side of the door, a few puffs of air, and then Calum. "Right," he turns his head to check the time, "On time."

I bow my head to the side and simply say, "Ready?" It came out more of a whisper than I'd hoped.

He's wearing a dress-up dark shirt and nice bottoms to go with. Calum looks at me that I can't really tell if is suspicion or something else. "I have to admit. You had me a little disappointed earlier today."

I smirk, the red lipstick on my lips making me look daring. I loop a coated-sleeved arm through one of his. "Happy birthday, big guy. . . . How does it feel finally being the big two-one?"

"Stop it," he whines, lowering his head. "You're making me feel old."

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"I don't know how I'm supposed to eat at The Merry Table. . . ."