Stuck in the Middle (Two Stories in One) [Calum Hood & Luke Hemmings AU]

9. Calum

"This was really sweet of you, Cal; thanks."

The smile easily curled at his lips at River's grateful tone, looking up from his burrito to catch her green eyes and pretty smile. "Nothin' to thank me for," he told her as she took a sip of her soda. The sun felt warm against his skin as he added truthfully, uncharacteristically sheepishly, "Like spendin' time with you."

Her smile turned into a smirk. "Have you always been this charming?"

Calum laughed, a napkin balled up in his left hand as he shrugged humbly. "It's a gift." It kind of had to be; with his career path, charm and skill of business were what would help him succeed.

River puckered her smirking lips, green eyes glinting against the sun as she decided, "It's dangerous." She leaned back, smirk widening. "You could get away with a lot with that." That wasn't exactly news to Calum. He knew in the working world it would get him far along with the Ivy League education and years of spending his summers alongside his father in the building. "Your family business isn't ready for you, I'd guess."

Calum's smile slightly strained at her words, feeling an uneasy twist in his stomach. For all the days he and River had spent together so far, indulging her in his life back home wasn't something he thought he'd do much of but did so anyway. In the moments of them laying spent in bed or laying under the sun on the beach, he'd told her about his sister, his dog, and a vague description of being in the family business. Provided precise details about some things to avoid the scrutiny of the working world he was about to enter, a fear of her somehow finding out about details he kept hidden. It wasn't too hard, though; no one outside of Calum and Sloane's families knew of the personal arrangement that accompanied the business merger, save for the friends they were on vacation with. Yet merely talking about taking over the business had Calum's stomach tying in knots. Not because he wasn't ready for it, but because the reminder of events to come made what he was doing now feel wrong.

And it most certainly didn't feel like it.

"Speaking of family," Calum spoke up with a clear of his throat, not entirely comfortable with the attention on him. He picked up his burrito as he asked her, "Have you spoken to your parents lately? Did they call?"

He hoped he hadn't crossed a line in inquiring about her parents, not entirely sure if that topic was open for discussion. But River never made him feel as though he was pushing boundaries; it seemed as though for her, everything was safe to talk about, like there was no need to walk on eggshells around her. How she let herself be so open and confident about it left Calum in awe; he'd grown up being taught to only keep some people close, to let them in all the way—but even that wasn't entirely encouraged. In the life he grew up in New York, someone always wanted to be superior to everyone else, using any means of doing so. They'd take a person's greatest weakness or greatest shame and use it against them. It was something Calum knew he'd have to be more diligent about once he took over.

Opposite of him, the smirk River had been wearing faltered a bit as she dropped her gaze to her food, and Calum hated that he was the cause of that. She still smiled, though, soft and reserved, something he wasn't used to from her, and just when he was about to tell her she didn't have to talk about it, River scoffed lightly. "Do they ever?" she rhetorically returned, prompting Calum to press his lips together apologetically. River gave a shake of her head. "I haven't spoken to my dad since, like, a couple of months after the divorce when I was sixteen. The whole thing was so nasty." Calum watched as she looked away, squinting in thought against the sunlight from above as he ate his lunch and listened. "They wanted their fair share of the houses and cars and art they collected over the years. I was the last thing they fought about."

At that, Calum felt the air in his throat lock, eyebrows furrowing together as he failed to keep the incredulous anger from appearing across his face. There was a wave of resentment that washed over Calum over these people he didn't even know, yet he felt as though his rage was justified, especially when he took the look on River's face. Her smile was ever present, yet the sadness it carried weighed heavily in his chest, hating that it dulled the brightness of her green eyes. When he looked at the woman in front of him, he couldn't possibly understand how her parents would much rather argue over the ownership of materialistic things rather than the custody of their only daughter.