Run // Calum Hood - On hold

If I wanted you, you'd be mine baby girl.

Snow. It was everywhere. 

And as if that wasn't bad enough yet, today is January 11th. My birthday. I was officially an adult. In every ones eyes but my parents of course, who frantically rung me this morning to sing 'Happy Birthday' over the phone and to tell me I am still their little girl. Or in other words, that they still 'own' me and I shouldn't dare to disobey them.

Don't get me wrong, my parents are great. Just a little overprotective, or more like a lot. My father however, I barely see. Not that it really mattered, he never was there for us. Not then and not now. 

He's a great man, he loves me dearly. I just wished he had spent more time with his family while my brother and I were growing up without him around. 

That's also the reason they got divorced, they're still great friends. Let's be honest, knowing each other since your teenage years does really have to count for something. 

32 years is a long time to be together, or more like to be stuck together I can imagine.

Love is great and all, but I'm not a big believer in 'true love' and the 'one and only'. Maybe that's exactly why I'm not the most social and fun person to be around with. 

I much more preferred my games, music, books and food over love or just people in general to be honest.

Speaking of people, my room mate didn't come back last night. I presume she's still with Ashtons friend after 'having a bit of fun' as he called it. 

Not that I mind, not at all. 

Judging by her side of the room, I could live perfectly fine without meeting her. Ever. Or her boyfriend, he didn't really seem like a guy I could be friends with. 

Luke however, I was very eager to see again.

'Back in black' was loudly playing through my headphones while I was walking, trying not to slip on the ice that somehow had manage to replace the snow, on the exact route I had to take to get myself to the main building. 

Maybe it was coincidence but then again knowing myself, it's just typical bad luck I take with me everywhere I go.

Literature. Literature was something I enjoyed quite a bit, how words can hold so much meaning to them. 

How you could hurt people with them. Make them feel hated, worthless, less than they actually are. Even make someone feel like he or she has to take their own life. 

But most importantly how you could save someones life, how you could make someone feel special, loved and make them create a better image that they have of themselves. Sadly words full of hate are more used than love nowadays. 

'Well Hi there, little one.' The red haired gamer catches up to me. 

'Well Hi there, Gamer boy' I shot back. 

'You know I have a name right, actually I know that you know my name, little one.' He said matter in factly.

 'Well, if you're going to be a mister know it all, I am not short. You are just inhumanly tall, Michael'. 

Taking on a bit of a faster pace, to get away from him I put my music even louder. Even though he kept walking next to me, he didn't say a word. 

To be honest I would've done anything to keep him and his entire punk group away from me. But sitting in my literature class all alone, kind of made me reconsider. 

It would've been nice if I had known at least someone's name.

God knows you have to be careful what you wish for, which was proven to me yet again, as the queen herself enters the class room.