calum: "i hate you" michael: "i know" sometimes short responses are enough cover by @xyoungvolcanox © 2014 violet (henmings) all rights reserved

For Calum actions speak louder than words. But Michael has a habit of talking without listening. With every action there's a reaction

Meet Calum Hood: Tumblr famous, gay bassist. He knows everyone and everything to know about the Internet. He likes to make short little covers on YouTube in black and white on his lap top, and he's quite proud of his 15 thousand subscribers. But he's even more fond on his 2.2 million tumblr followers, you could say he was the 'it boy' of tumblr. He owned 30+ flower crowns and hundreds if band tees. (Some of which he didn't even know if it was actually a band. The shirt just looked really cool) So it was a normal day, and on his dashboard one Tuesday night, a boy reblogged his post. His name was Michael Clifford. Who knew one itty bitty note would change everything. I guess you could say, it started with a band Based off of the song Collar Full by Panic! At the disco. Coming soon.

the one where Calum likes to text bitches at 11:10 so when they make their 11:11 wish he'll already be on their mind. book two of the 11:11 series.

collaboration {kəlabəˈreɪʃn/}; the action of working with someone to produce something (for example: videos or songs) - in which calum has a youtube channel called 'collabcal' and michael's weekly highlight is to watch his videos [side lashton] first place in the 2014 holiday bromance awards, malum category! © 2014, Oliwia (skittlesmalum), All rights reserved

-GOING THROUGH MAJOR EDITING- Michael finds something in his apartment that will bring him closer to the cute brunette next door. Girlycalum Nerdymichael

[ SEQUEL TO 'COLLABORATION' ] ❝ the wifi connection here sucks ❞ ❝ but that's not important if the connection between us works perfectly ❞ - in which calum and michal experience the ups and downs of a youtuber relationship [side lashton] © 2014, Oliwia (skittlesmalum), All rights reserved

"He doesn't have anyone, no friends, no family." The nurse snapped. "You might as well get out of here too, he doesn't even know you." "That's the best part," Michael replied with a small smile. "Talking to someone you don't know. Besides, I'm already on my way out." He entered room 213 two minutes after he usually comes around. "Sorry I'm late." he mumbles, sitting down beside the bed. "I've been telling you a lot of secrets lately." Michael chuckles sadly, biting his lip to keep the tears at bay. "You probably can't hear me and I'm a complete stranger but there's one secret I'm not ready to tell anyone." Michael continues, looking down at the coma patient. "I'm not ready to tell you either."