ⓒⓞⓛⓞⓤⓡⓢ |c.h + l.h|

Chapter 2.

It's been a few weeks since Calum has met Ashton.
Ashton is very persistent, actually. He calls Calum everyday just to check if he's okay. Calum doesn't mind, to be honest. Ash is a good friend to have.

Right now, though, Calum is sitting on his bed with his headphones in. It's raining today, so he can't do much. He's trapped indoors with the company of his phone. Sounds great.

A notification popped up, interrupting Calum's music.( A/N; the most annoying thing ever. Amirite?)
He sighs, unlocking his phone to see that he has a text from Ashton (he doesn't really get texts from anyone else) That's the third text from him today.
What could possibly be so important?

He flops back on his bed, opening up his messages.
irWIN: Hey Cally can I come over today?? :)
He contemplates his options. Sit here all alone, or talk to Ashton for who-knows-how-long.
Calpal: Sure mate. Call over in 20 min.

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“So Calum, do you like-like anyone?” Ashton looked at him questioningly. He acts like a twelve year old girl sometimes, honestly.

“For the last time Ashton, no, I don't like-like anyone. At all. Relationships are a waste of time anyway. ”

Ashton made a face that was a mixture of a frown and a pout, which looked quite weird.

“But Caluuuuuum,” he whined, “there has to be someone out there for you. You still have a lot to discover.”

“But Ashtooooon,” Calum mocked, “there's no one ‘out there’ for me. And for your information, I have discovered all I need in life. I have bands and Tumblr. What else do I need?”

Ashton sighs, knowing he can't sway Calum. This boy has no social life whatsoever. The only time Cal leaves the house is for school or to go sit under that cherry blossom tree that he loves so much. But Ashton is going to fix that soon enough. Maybe he'll start by confiscating his phone. And then he'll make Calum go outdoors and--

Just then Ashton's phone rings. Calum glances at the screen to see who's calling. The name Lukeypoo flashed up.
Ashton picked up his phone and started talking animatedly to whoever was on the other side of the phone.

Calum got up from where he was sitting, not wanting to eavesdrop. He tiptoed out of the room when his friend wasn't looking, knowing that'd he'd be too consumed in his conversation to feel Calum's missing presence.

It's quite sad, now that he thinks of it. If he was gone, nobody would notice. How depressing. Calum's not even living. He's just existing.

Shaking off that train of thoughts, he makes his way into the kitchen. He yawns, not even because he's tired, he just felt the need to yawn. He grabs an apple from the fruit bowl, and moves his hand blindly along the counter, searching for his phone. It wasn't there.

Of course he had left in his room. Now he'd have to awkwardly walk back in there, grab his phone, and awkwardly walk back out. Lovely. How is the oh so bubbly Ashton Irwin even friends with him? Everything Calum seems to do is hella awkward.

“Hey, Cal! Get your butt back in here right now, young man! There's someone I want you to talk to!” Ashton yells.

Oh no. Calum's not very good at talking to people. Well actually he's not good at socializing at all. But he's pretty bad when it comes to dealing with strangers.

“Coming, you twat! Lemme eat my apple in peace!” Calum shouted back. Calum always insults Ashton to show affection. He's not good at compliments, either. He's not good at a lot of things. Oh well.