disclosure [l.h]

thirty-one

L U K E

She hasn't texted me nor called in three days, I knew I sounded like a pathetic clingy friend but I couldn't help but feel over protective about her. I liked her and that was fact even thought she didn't feel the same way. That was what happened every time I end up caring about someone. It hurt but I could only find myself to blame.

Michael and Ashton were playing Fifa -- well Michael was. Ashton wasn't even trying, every time Michael won, Ashton would just groan and asked if they could do something else -- Ashton never liked Fifa. I didn't bother playing at all and was just scrolling though my twitter feed -- retweeting and replying to as many fans as I could. Calum was out buying food to restock our fridge -- mainly because he had the most energy and was the most productive one in our group -- I decided to stalk his twitter because he always tweeted whenever he was out.

"Calum5SOS: Hungryyy"

"Calum5SOS: have to go out alone, they're all lazy shits"

"Calum5SOS: guys im going to have a cardiac arrest. look at all this junkfood. *image of junkfood shelf*"

"Calum5SOS: I passed the egg section, supermarket adventures with cal"

"Calum5SOS: my super power is squirting different flavored juice at people"

"Calum5SOS: Look who I ran into!! I recommended her 3 juices, i've done justice for the world woo. *twitpic*"

I laughed before clicking on the image from his tweet, it was Elizabeth. I had to look over it a few times and block Calum's hideous face to make sure it was her. She was grinning with her tongue behind her teeth and she looked adorable. She had a beanie on with her messy hair and she wasn't even wearing any make up and I liked it. I couldn't help but feel extremely jealous Calum and her always ended up with each other but then again they were just friends. I had to keep my assumptions under control considering the last time -- it didn't end so well.

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'I'm back, faggots!" Calum shouted and I heard the door shut. We immediately rushed over to him.

"Cal!" Ashton tackled him into a hug. "I missed you!"

"I call utter bullshit," He scoffed and pouted. "I was at the supermarket alone, buying all of your shit."

"Naw Cal Pal, we love you." Michael cooed, squishing his face. Calum had an abnormally squishy face for a dude.

"Did you get Poptarts?" I asked, trying to sound as calm as possible.

"Well hello to you too, babe." He rolled his eyes before throwing me the bag which thankfully, I caught. I made no effort on hugging him whatsoever and made my way to the kitchen, placing the juices in the fridge.

"Luke," Calum came in, sitting on one of the stools. "You okay, bud?"

"Yeah, of course." I huffed, not even turning around to face him.

"Doesn't look like you're okay."

"I'm fine," I sighed, trying to look as convincing as possible. "Just drop it."