Sage's Quirky (Calum Hood fanfiction)

~ 5 ~

Magic 8 Ball, do the readers get to meet Marci's father in this chapter?

Cannot predict now

Fuck you

Marci

I love art.

Art can mean so many things in just one piece.

It can be sadness.

Or happiness.

Or just numbness.

Numbness works too.

I finish painting the Eiffel Tower with light water colors.

Then my jam, First Things First by Neon Trees comes on.

“You are, never gonna get, everything you want in this world, first things first, get what you deserve,” I sing, twirling around, a paintbrush with turquoise paint in my hand.

My bedroom door opens and Calum steps in, a grin on his face.

“It began when I was twenty one years old,” I sing.

Calum steps closer to me and grabs my waist, twirling me around his enclosed arms.

He’s not into music like this, so he doesn’t know the words.

Even though I like punk and rock music just like Calum, I like pop and techno as well.

“And my mom and dad were begging me to go,

So I left a note and we went and hit the road,

Me and Chris and all the stuff I own,

I went out to find my soul and left the only comfort that I’d known,

It wasn’t about a girl or California bleeding,

It was about me choosing where to go,” I sing, staring into Calum’s brown eyes with a smile.

Calum joins in this part.

When we used to date, I would dance in the kitchen to Neon Trees while wearing his NASA shirt and making pancakes.

I miss that.

If I did that now Sage would be grossed out and my fat I got from pregnancy would jiggle everywhere.