home in houston ✈ c.h.

18: home bound

after two aching hours of flight from houston to chicago, houston and her dad were finally home again.

“dad?” houston uttered at randy.

“yes, dear?” randy responded whilst focusing on the road.

“can we visit mom before going home?” she asked in a faint voice. she was feeling very weak with the mixed feeling of jet lag and missing calum but visiting flora had never left her mind. she still had so many stories to share to her dear mother.

randy nodded in approval as he took a turn at the intersection, directing the car on the way to graceland cemetery.

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houston went alone to her mother’s grave while randy preferred to stay in the car. he knew that his daughter needed to have her own moment, her daughter-to-mother moment..

before houston can even start to talk to her mother, she noticed semi-fresh white roses on her mom’s grave. they looked like they’ve been put there just yesterday. she wondered at first if from whom did they came from since she and her dad were in houston. she felt happy though because for at least, when they weren’t around, someone remembered to give flowers to her mom.

she knelt down on the grass and wiped off some dried leaves on the stone. “hey, mom.” she calmly spoke. “sorry if i didn’t get you any flowers. you still have fresh ones anyways.” she chuckled. “by the way, we just got home from houston. it’s your favorite place, right? you were right. it’s really nice in there. nice place, nice people.” she shifted her position as she crossed her legs. “speaking of nice people, i met a guy in houston, mom.” she shyly smiled as she tucked a piece of her hair. “his name is calum. calum thomas hood. he is my first ever friend in houston, like literally. he never made me feel alone, mom. he made me feel special. he reminded me some memories of you, like your passion for music and frozen treats. he can also cook great pasta just like you. for sure, if you were here, you would probably like him, like, very much.” she said and after that, she felt a swift of cold air tingling her spine. “mom, you’re scaring me.” she softly whined. “but it’s okay. at least i know you’re listening.” she giggled. “and oh, i have to admit that i like him. he likes me, too, mom. we’re not officially dating though, but i assure you that we’re truly in love, and that calum’s a really good guy. i will let you meet him if i ever get the chance to. i promise you that, mom.”

and she stayed there for more minutes, sitting on the grass across flora’s grave as she kept sharing her good memories with calum (including sex).

-

“calum, son, come on. let me take you to your bedroom.” scott told his drunk grandson as he tried his very best to carry him by the shoulder. calum chugged a whole bottle of jager and he got so drunk that easily, of course.

“why do good people always leave, pops?” calum slurred in his drunk tone.

“i can’t answer you right now, calum.” scott groaned, carefully watching both of their steps as they went up the stairs.

“is houston ever going to come back?” calum muffled, letting out a few hiccups.

“you’ll see her again, son. just believe that you will.” scott advised though he was a bit unamused since he had to carry a drunk teenage boy up to his room by his weak old shoulder.

when they finally reached calum’s bedroom, scott flopped calum on his bed and let out a sigh of relief.

“you need to rest it off, calum.” scott sighed once more. “good night, son.” he bid after tucking calum to bed like he was still his 4-year-old grandson. and before he closed calum’s bedroom door after he went out, he can hear him mumbling stuffs out of desperation.

“houston, come back.” calum sobbed on his pillow, his mind and soul almost taken over by alcohol.

-

“why wasn’t he replying to my texts?” houston asked herself as she sat nearby her bedroom window, watching the city lights of the chicago night life. she kept on checking her phone from time to time on her lap, expecting a reply or more from calum. she let out a lot of sighs before she felt a beep from her phone.

cal: hey bv

cal: i misds yiu

cal: come baaacckkkjk

cal: i qxvbnskj tuei

houston: calum?

houston: are you drunk ??

houston: what even

cal: whar evemn

cal: yes and i mijss youi :(/

houston: calum you need to rest

houston: and i miss you too so much like hella much like as much as the population in chicago :(((

cal: i love you bbty

houston: my name is no bbty

cal: *bbyu

cal: **bby

houston: calum i love you too and you need to get some rest

houston: go to sleep !!

cal: ok bby

cal: gpod nightttrtt!

houston: gpod nightttrtt too calum thomas hood :*

 

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an: sometimes i love pointing out the things i write and share my thoughts about them like…

“his name is calum” – no his name is column

“he can also cook great pasta” – nope *pops the p* he cant even fucking fry an egg !!

“including sex” – remember it’s daughter-to-mother moment! dont judge!!

“why do good people always leave” – why do people in every fanfic i write leave??

“you need to rest it off, calum. good night, son.” – scott actually meant ‘fuck you calum’

and yes chugging a whole bottle of jager can make you drunk! or was it??

and hey bv

and the white roses came from blue bc she da good bff so dont get confused and dont even dare to think that ‘dead’ flora has still an admirer donT EVEN DARE