book life [c.h.].

Chapter 10

i love smut a little too much oops.

im writing this while i'm recording my video for reading calum and frerard smut and i have a pile of underwaer for me to change into. oops.

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I stood awkwardly between the doorway and a cute, muscular man, with chubby cheeks that only made me want to pinch them, and whose name I wouldn’t even forget; Calum Hood. Every once in awhile, I would nervously brush my hair with my sweaty fingers, check my breath when he’s not looking, and switch positions without letting him notice my shaking legs from just his presence. All in which were positive to me having a crush; I’ve searched the Internet for effects of how it felt like to have a crush. Yes, I’m that desperate.

After that marvelous little argument with Michael and Calum – ending with a disgusting line of “Um...We don't get bloody dicks if you're thinking why we bought tampons” from Calum – Luke was suppose to come moments later to pick me up, but didn’t after about ten minutes ago. It didn’t surprise me how late Luke at this time would be. He’s a morning person – I envy him for that because I wish I could wake up at six in the morning and go hike because it’s the most relieving thing to do, but I’m lazy as always and my bed is my boyfriend; for now. I wonder what Luke does in the morning honestly; does he sneak into my room to look for condoms? (Yes, that did happen before) Though, it surprises me how protective Luke is even though he’s invited to parties and I’m not so he drives us to the persons house and leaves me in the car because he says “I can’t take care of myself.” Not that I can, but I can eat chips. That’s considered “taking care of myself,” right? But I have seen Luke calling my mother on some mornings - where I stay up all night either watching Barney or eating chips – talking about how I’m doing and if I’m gaining a lot of weight. Sometimes, I wish for privacy; that’s it, but my mother seems to want me get watched over by Luke. I also question our friendship sometimes, but that’s a little too ridiculous; I mean, we’ve been the best of friends since 5th grade! How could he already be watching over me? We were still talking gibberish like babies.

“So is he coming?” Calum asked as he chewed on his bottom lip, making me a little too hard to concentrate on his question.

“I…” I trailed off, staring at his lip continuously, but snapping out of it when I noticed he could see what I was watching. “Is he what?”

“So is he coming?” Calum said, more sternly, as if he was a little annoyed.

“I don’t know, let me call him.” Before I could fish my phone out, it rang loudly; showing Luke’s name on the caller ID.

I picked it up and instantly heard some sort of pop beat blasting in my ear, making me almost drop it. “Luke? Where are you?” I couldn’t hear anything but music and a few giggles nearby that obviously came from drunken girls. This isn’t the first time Luke has called me up during a party so my ear adjusted to the banging noise of screams.

“LANI-“ Luke practically screamed through the cell phone, but was cut off by another blaring beat dropping and I heard yells louder than mine when I have to get out of bed for class. That was hard to beat, and I never knew parties have gotten this intense. But soon later – after my ear being trampled over screams and trying to listen for Luke’s voice – the music started lowering into just a faint beat and the screams became muffled as well with the music.