Brown Eyes and Blinding Lights // c.h.

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If I had to name only one thing about Calum that I somehow admired and despised at the same time, it would be his endless amount of questions. For someone who doesn't have much of a social record he sure does ask a lot of questions.

"How are you so good at writing?" Calum asks as we sit down at our usual table in the library.

So, the questions are beginning early today. Our studying sessions have become filled with more socializing rather than studying.

"What do you mean?" I ask, taking the cherry lollipop out of my mouth, giving him a confused look.

"I mean this whole studying thing, it comes so natural to you. How do you do it?" His question makes me laugh for the first time since our studying session yesterday. "What? I'm serious."

There's the compliment. He somehow throws one in every time.

Every. Single. Time.

"Well it just takes practice." I shrug, pulling my books out of my bag and placing them onto the table.

Technically, I'm not lying since writing full stories at twelve years old about my dream life with Edward Cullen counts as practice. I'm just not going into detail.

"I want to write stories." Calum mumbles as he places his own books onto the table, causing me to raise my eyebrows at him.

"Oh, really? What kind of stories?" I question his choice in life plans and he sighs.

"Not those kind of stories about love and cliché stuff. I want to write about my life, about my friends' lives, about how life has it's ups and downs. I want to write about everything I never got to say." He describes it in a way that shows me he really does want to do this. "I just don't know how to write books."

"Well it doesn't have to be a book." I reassure him and he seems shocked and confused. "It can be poems, songs, or even short stories."

The options I list off seem to peak his interest and it causes a smile to spread across his lips. For a guy that doesn't smile much, he has a nice one.

"You should smile more." I quickly say as I shift my eyes down to my book, opening it.

Two can play at this game, Hood.

"What?" He asks even though we both know he heard me.

"Well, your smile is nice and you don't smile much. I think you're robbing the world from seeing it." I shrug softly and it causes him to smile again, a soft pink tint covering his cheeks.

"Well I think you should talk to more people. Unlike a lot of kids our age, you genuinely have a lot to say." He responds and this time I'm the one smiling.

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"I got in!" Zen shows me a paper that states they were accepted into their dream school. A smile spreads across my lips as I grab the paper to steady it, since they can't stop moving.

"I'm so proud of you!" I wrap them in a hug, handing them the paper as Dawn and Fable approach us.

"You're coming with us to celebrate." Zen smiles and I open my mouth to argue when Fable stops me.

"You have to. Dawn and Zen already planned out what you're going to wear." He gestures to Dawn who is smiling innocently.

"Where are we going?" I ask, not sure if I want the answer or not.

"To a party that one of my friends invited us to." Zen smiles and I quickly shake my head.

"Why not a nice dinner or something? Why does it have to be a house full of sweaty teenagers who are well above the age of knowing better." I whine and it causes Dawn to have a look of distastefulness.