Michael.
This is the third time I've called his name in the art room bathroom.
I know he's here.
That effing guy--
Michael was called out once more before I realized Dev had followed me in here
and I begged him to believe I'm not insane.
I'm not insane.
Luke.
You're not insane.
Dev started to hug me
and my head felt his shoulder when his shirt soaked up my tears
and Calum may have been jealous when he saw Dev drop me home, earlier than intended because Dev couldn't stand the fact that a "beautiful person" like me had sad tears to cry.
And I may have wanted to be in Dev's arms just a little while longer when Calum embraced me into a hug as we lied on my bed.
But Calum was warm,
and so I took a fistful of his shirt, trying to get the full trial of Calum Warmth before my mind finally won some sleep.
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Calum's Boy (CAKE)
Fanfiction[Sequel to Lost Boy] I thought I controlled them. But they seemed to have a mind of their own.
