How To Live With A Huge Penis • clifford

one - confrontation

"What the fuck, Calum?" Michael almost screamed when he got out of his bathroom only wrapped in one towel around his waist, finding his best friend standing in the hall between the bathroom and his bedroom, his arms crossed over his chest and a huge smile on his face.

"Woah, through the wet towel you can see it even better." Calum joked pointing at his crotch and causing Michael to turn around and fix things.

"Calum!" Michael screamed again and ran past him and into his bedroom, locking the door becuase he knew if he didn't Calum would probably follow him in.

"Are you mad now?" Calum stood in front his door and knocked on it, chuckling as he spoke. He knew only all too well how Michael hated to be seen in underwear, not to talk about in a wet white towel. "I - I didn't mean it." He giggled, not being able to stay serious.

"What did you not mean?" Suddenly Michael opened his bedroom door wide open and looked at him confused, standing there in his famous sweatpants that he used to wear all the time since he despited anything that was tight down there, or anywhere.

"I don't know." Calum looked at him innocently. "I thought if I said I didn't mean it, you'd calm yourself." He looked up at him pretending to be shy, as he played with his feet, trying to look cute.

"O-Okay, Calum." Michael put his hands on the sides of his head and sighed. "What-What do you want from me?"

"I've heard about Cliffoconda In PE Class." Calum said whispering, as if someone could hear him in an empty house.

Michael let out a big groan and smashed his head onto the wall next to him, then just walked casually down the stairs.

"You can't run away from it all your life, Michael!" Calum yelled, trailing behind him.

"I don't care." Michael cut off whatever Calum had to add on it. "Cliffoconda - " He stopped because of the ridiculoud name the guys from his class gave him. " - Does not, and will never come out of his house again, not to talk about going to school. I'm done with life." He turned to Calum and spoke angrily, hoping that it'd make him stop trying to talk with him about the accident in the boys' locker rooms after PE class when Michael took the bravery to shower there after he didn't do it since elementary school when things started to grow.

"They've seen your d.ick, so what?" Calum followed him through the living room and into the kitchen, sitting themselves at the dining table. "I've seen it, too. You've seen mine, it's no big deal." Michael cut him off by screaming so Calum would shut up, or eventually Michael would just not hear him talking about his d.ick. "Michael!" Calum screamed louder than him and made him stop. He took his hands away from his ears and kept them down on the table. "It's okay to have a big d.ick." He tried to sound some kind of inspirational but Michael groaned as if it was the cheesiest thing he's ever heard.

"Calum." Michael sighed.

"No, no, no, I'm gonna t - "

"Calum." Michael repeated and exhaled heavily, once again. "Can you please shut up, get out of my house and never talk to me again. It's the best for both of us." He stood up and tried to get him up from the chair but Calum crossed his arms and refused to stand up.

"You can't stay in your house forever." Calum glanced back at him over his shoulder and shook his head, sitting himself back properly.

"Why not? My fridge is full, my mom can bring me new video games and maybe the newest season of BB, I'll survive, but not if you keep sitting there and keep talking about my d.ick." He said still having his hands under Calum's armpits and desperately trying to make him stand up. "Now, c'mon. Get up and go home, I believe you are drunk, you smell bad, too." He rambled on still trying to get him up, without success. Calum was the captain of the football team, who did Michael think he tried to get up there?