Calum's Boy (CAKE)

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|Highly recommend reading Lost Boy first.|

|geez guys, nearly 6k on Lost Boy . . . Thanks. Also, I will remind you that I am American so halfway through writing this story I realized that Australia and America's seasons are the opposite, also I may have fucked Australian shit up in here so bare with me.|

"So, Luke. What're you planning to do over the summer? Move into your uni dorm? Go on a road trip? How 'bout we go together? Like, we can visit the states? Or the rest of Australia? Ou! How 'bout Austria?"

That was her.

Turns out she actually has a name; Adele. But trust me, she can not sing.

"Adele, I have a boyfriend so I'm not going anywhere with you."

She wouldn't let me empty out my locker in peace. Graduation was yesterday and damn did Calum look good in a tux . . .

These thoughts would have to wait until after Calum's promised date.

"We can bring Calum along?"

"Yeah, um, I gotta go. Maybe we can continue this conversation never, yeah?"

It took twelve minutes to get to Calum's locker as I was walking very slowly. Why? I don't know. I won't miss this school. Only the memories Calum and I shared. Like our kisses and the singing and when Calum walked me to class and the confessions and the promises. The promises to forget about him. The promises I could never keep . . .

"Luke, lets go. It's getting late and oh man, I forgot to give you a kiss, c'mere."

I smile lightly after Calum pecks my lips and rushes to his car. Calum got the Jeep Wrangler as a graduation gift from his parents so I'm not necessarily lying when I tell Adele there's no room in Calum's car because it's really a two seater unless she would like to sit in the trunk which I wouldn't mind suffocating her in with the lack of windows . . . Luke, Calum told you about those kinds of thoughts.

I shake my head and follow Calum outside. I decide to wait in his car when he tells me he'll be right back because he left his phone in his locker and he wanted to say one last quick goodbye to some good friends.

While mindlessly fiddling with my fingers, I look behind me wanting to see Calum out the back window but catch the site of Ashton sitting in the backseat instead.

"Jesus Ashton,--"

He cuts me off, grinning and tells me that I shouldn't be afraid of my manly, cuddley friend

and I laugh because manly? Yeah, I don't think so.

Ashton quickly throws a beat down, tapping away on anything that echos a sound and starts to sing about me being a uni student.

"Piper down," I tell him. "Calum's back."

and when Calum opens the drivers door, he occupies my attention with a one sided conversation about summer.

"Speaking of summer," Calum starts. "What have you got planned?"

"I don't know." I say, staring out the window, watching the scenery go by. "I was thinking about spending it you."

"Well duh, I meant where'd you want to go?"

"To your house and watch your boring movies."

I just wanted to be in Calum's arm from the beginning of summer to the end seeing as though we didn't get accepted to the same university.

"That can be arranged." Calum says, pulling up at a gas station. I get out the car and head for the store while Calum fills up the tank.

There's so much of a variety I didn't feel the need to get anything anymore but decided to pick up a Snickers Almond considering I haven't eaten all day and Snickers satisfies your hunger, right?

Walking up to the register, something catches my eye by the slurpies. A bandanna? Must be Ashton, so I pay him no mind. But he calls Michael's name and I couldn't help but look. I restrain myself from talking, yelling in fact. Calum had told me people sometimes couldn't see what I saw and leading onto that, it'd be weird if I talked to myself in public. Of course he didn't say those exact words, but that's what he intended.

"Sir? You gonna pay for that?"

I was dumbstruck. Michael? Not again, oh please no. Not when Calum's around.

"Sir--"

"No!" I throw the candy bar on the counter and sprint out the door, tripping over my feet.

"Woah Luke, calm down." Calum says as I hurriedly get into his car. I sit there sobbing, head in hands because not again. No, I didn't want him back so why is he here? "Luke, what happened? Why are you crying?" Calum asks, hugging my shaking body. I couldn't tell him. I already knew Calum's response.

Luke, you gotta forget him. You created him. So, the only person you're fearing is yourself.

"N-nothing, um, I just got frightened by the Halloween decoration." I say, whipping my face as Calum unwillingly let's me go to get into the driver's seat.

"The Halloween decoration?" He questions with a frown, starting up the Jeep.

"Yeah, they get put up earlier and earlier every year. It was big and scary, um, I'm tired, let's go."

"Luke, you okay?"

I nod my head with a quick "Mhm."

Twenty minutes later, we're situated in Calum's bed and I don't know whether to feel safe in Calum's arms or freaked that Michael's not only appearing in gas stations and school bathrooms but Calum's room as well.

Michael's turned into the reason why I'm afraid of the dark- afraid of the thoughts that produce in my head . . . the reason for an eighteen year young boy to have a night light.

And as Calum sleeps, I'm wide awake for the third time this week.

It's okay to cry, Calum would say. But I've cried too many tears for a weak man. And it's not just sorrow, it's fear that Michael would hurt Calum.

He's not real, Luke.

Calum's words echoed through my head. To say I was tipsy on fear . . .

But Calum's right. Michael's not real. He's not all big and scary because he doesn't exist. He's simply a figurative of my imagination.

So why does he make me so damn afraid?