ⓒⓞⓛⓞⓤⓡⓢ |c.h + l.h|

Chapter 3.

Calum found himself sitting under the blossom tree again, thinking. Which is something he tends to do a lot.

The colorless petals were getting blown everywhere, and the wind was also ruffling Calum's hair quite a bit. There was hardly anyone in the park, for once. Which is really saying something, because this place is always buzzing with life. Whether it be children running around and laughing, to young couples cuddling on benches or taking a leisurely stroll. Then again, the weather wasn't too great today. Calum could see the rain clouds rolling in.

Calum didn't feel like socializing at all today. Then again, when does he ever really socialize? But today he just desperately wanted to be alone. He just needs total isolation for the moment, until he can think clearly again.

Calum sighs, feeling the first of many raindrops land on his head. He didn't mind the rain, if he was being honest. He liked to think that it was the sky crying, when someone's loved one dies. It's nearly as if the sky has emotions too.
But anyways, the tree he's sitting under will shelter him from most of the shower. It doesn't seem like it'll be heavy rain.

He puts in his headphones, not caring if they get wet anymore. He turned on a random song, listening yet not really listening, if that makes sense. He doesn't even really like song that's playing, but he can't be bothered to change it.

The rain starts coming down heavier, and Calum doesn't even notice, still caught up in his head. The water has now totally flattened his hair, and his clothes are absolutely soaking. If he were to put his hand out in front of him, he'd only be able to see a faint outline of it. The rain is that heavy.

He stares down at his now saturated Converse, semi-dreaming, semi-conscious. What would happen if he didn't excist? Would there just be one less bitter person in the world? Would the world have lost a future doctor, lawyer, astronaut? Calum doesn't know, and frankly, he doesn't want to know. You see, Calum has multiple sides to him. There's the socially awkward side, the 'Idon'tcare' one, the sad side, and the shy side. There's more but that doesn't really matter. He's like everyone else out there, really. Everybody has another side to them.

Calum is still thinking about how his existence is...pointless. Then he realizes that everyone is insignificant, that he's not totally useless. This cheers him up, yet makes him frown. Why do some people think they rule everything, anyways? Oh yeah, he almost forgot, there's this person called Kanye West in the world. Also, 90% of the human population are idiots.

The one thing that really sucks though, is that all brightness has been sucked out of the world. Calum doesn't even know how he knows that everything is 'grey', it's just one of those things that he's known for all his life.
But Calum doesn't want to grow up and get a successful career. He only wants to find colours. That's all. It's simple, yet it's not.

Calum mumbles something that even he himself doesn't understand, and leans his head against the trunk of the tree. The rain is still pouring, but Calum chooses to ignore it once again. I mean, so what if his clothes get wet? It's not like he was stupid enough to wear skinny je-- oh. He's wearing his favorite pair of those actually. Oh well.

Why can't everything just be easy, like in the movies? Life gets in the way and complicates everything. Why can't Calum just find colours, wherever they are, and just enjoy himself?
He'll be forever alone and his only company will be like, I don't know, maybe 6 dogs? Well actually that doesn't sound so bad...

When Calum finally decides that he's drenched enough, he stands up. He'll take the long way home (aaaye reference) seeing as he can't possibly get any wetter. His clothes are destroyed, and so are his shoes. His headphones are probably a bit jacked up too. But, as with most things in life, Calum doesn't care. Well, maybe a small bit when it comes to the headphones but otherwise not really.

His phone buzzes, and he doesn't want to get that wet too, so he decides that he'll check it later. It's probably just Ashton anyways. Calum doesn't take much notice of Ashton's texts anymore. Well, Ashton does text him in the middle of the night when he can't sleep. Because if he can't sleep, then why should Calum? I mean, it's not like Calum would be sleeping much anyways.

As he's nearing his house, Calum sighs at the thought of having to peel off his soaked jeans. Never a nice experience. He's honestly so tired at the moment, which was strange, because he was fine earlier on. He feels like collapsing into his nice soft bed, but he can't do that when he's wet and miserable.

He reaches the front door and unlocks it, stepping inside and feeling a warm gush of air. Ugh it's so warm indoors but it's nice.

You know what actually, screw changing clothes, I'm just going to sleep in these clothes, Calum thought. Changing right now seems like so much trouble, and he just can't be bothered. He lumbers down to his room and throws himself into his bed.
He falls asleep almost instantly.

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I'm literally so sorry I haven't updated. I'm just so tired recently and yeah.
I don't even know if anyone likes this story so far. I mean, to me it seems pretty crap. But idk. buT GUYS TODAY'S DAN HOWELL'S BIRTHDAY!! I LOVE HIM SO SO MUCH! He went to see Matilda the musical with Phil, awwwwwww. Um so yeah.

Peace out rainbow trout ✌