vacant :: lrh

Chapter 11

Calum knocked on the door a few minutes later. When Michael let him in his eyes immediately found me. I ignored his presence and continued to watch whatever show we were watching. I didn't realized he was standing behind my spot on the couch until he tapped me on the shoulder. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Can we talk?"

I stood up and followed him out of the room. He unlocked his room and held the door open for me.

Once I walked in I sat down on the leather chair.

"What?" I asked.

"Do you remember what I started last night?" He asked and sat down in the chair adjacent from mine.

I nodded.

"Would you like to finish it?"

My eyes went wide. I chocked on words.

"Calum, its not right," I said.

"It's not right if your drunk. Your not drunk anymore," He pointed out.

"It's not right because we're not together," I said.

He sighed, "One last time?"

"We can't," I stated.

"Says who?" He challenged.

"I'm serious Calum," I said softly.

"C'Mon," He groaned.

"If it comes around, it comes around but not right now," I sighed heavily.

He stood up and kneeled down on his knees in front of my chair. He rested his head on my lap and was silent.

I stayed still for a little bit but then started to massage his scalp with my fingers.

He tensed a little but he was still relaxed.

He lifted his head from my lap and looked at me.  He studied my features and then frowned a little.

"He got off his knees and motioned for me to stand up. When I stood up he wrapped his arms tightly around me.

I did the same.

He lifted me up off the ground so that my feet were dangling in the air. He returned me back the the ground and pulled back.

I shook my head, "I can't believe I'm doing this."

A grin appeared on his face and he slipped his shirt off.