*Kimmys POV
I walked into the house with weariness, ready for the bomb to go off that is called my dad. To my surprise, though, he was sleeping calmly for once instead of staying up to punish me. I sighed with relief as I went to my room to put on some more comfortable clothes to sleep in.
Pulling on some shorts and a tank top I went to the bathroom to wash my face. Since my dad wasn't awake I could freely move around the house without the fear of a hand coming across or another bruise appearing somewhere on my body. When he slept was the only real time I felt safe in this house. Unless you woke him.
Since I didn't wear makeup exceot that around my eye, washing my face was a simple task. I grabbed a small towel, wipe my face, and went to my room. The notification light was beaming from my phone. What could that be?
Calums contact name appeared on my screen and so did a smile on my face.
Big Lips Baby: You make it home alright?
Big Lips Baby: Just checking up on you...
Kimmy Cutie: Yea I'm fine lol you worried about me already?
Big Lips Baby: Well me being the last person to see you would suck to explain to police now wouldn't it ;)
Kimmy Cutie: Yes it would especially finding your DNA on my lips ;)
Big Lips Baby: Lol that would've been bad ;) how was your day babe?
Kimmy Cutie: Great and yours? ;)
Big Lips Baby: Amazing. I spent it with this gorgeous girl. She doesn't know I think that though so shhhh ;)
He never seased to make me smile. Man his humor was contagious even through texts. I couldn't help but read the words in his voice in my head, with the same amount of sass he would use.
Kimmy Cutie: Well how long do I have to keep this a secret? I'm bad at keeping them you know? ;)
Big Lips Baby: Not long ;)
My mind raced with what this meant. Either he was planning on telling me something huge, or he was planning in letting me down. I know I was overreacting, but constantly being left and harassed by those you care about is the kind of things that can change people.
I put my phone down and sat up in my surprisingly hot room. I can never sleep when my room is this stuffy. So I usually wne t through social media until my eyes drooped so much that the heat didn't matter. I picked my phone up again and went through my notifications. His name came up again and the sweet message made me smile uncontrollably. And then the next made me laugh almost too loud.
Big Lips Baby: Goodnight beautiful ;) sweet dreams.
Big Lips Baby: And try not to think about me pressed against your thigh too much ;)
He was so dirty minded. I couldn't help but laugh at his joke. But, it then reminded me of how close our bodies were in that small space if pipe at the ditch.
How his hands drifted over almost every inch of my back, feeling for the most comfortable place to put them, but never really settled at one spot. How his hair felt against my fingertips as I tugged at the ends to signal my pleasure. How the soft bite of my lips sent shivers and goosebumps to arise everywhere.
And to think this was from only making out. My mind recalled every detail that I traced of his face. It was planted in my memory forever in case it never occurred again. Which I wasn't sure what was going to happen at this point. I was just a fan and he had so much stuff to do with his band, and so many girls he could have instead of me. I couldn't help but have a tinged of insecurity take over my thoughts. There's no way this is more then a fling to him. I thought to much of what's been happening between us. And it was only going to get me hurt in the end.
But I was going to enjoy the time I spent with him as long as possible. Because I was currently living the dream of fangirls. I smiled at this last thought and went to scroll through my phone.
Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Rude comments. And hate.
And none of this had to do with Calum. Just bullies from my school that used to be close friends or who have always wanted to put me down for no reason. I locked my phone and put it on my nightstand. That's enough of social media for the day.
I layed in bed, just thinking. Why did Calum even bother with me? Out if all the beautiful girls he could end up with? It puzzled me. These were the thoughts that I slept with for the night.
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I woke up with a that headache that always occurred with getting out of bed. I don't know if its normal, or if its from the many compacts to my head, but either way it was reoccurring. I checked my phone and cleared it of the mean comments and other notifications and locked it once more. Then I shuffled to the bathroom slowly.
"Pick up your feet," my dad told me, pushing me into the wall, out of his way. I slammed into the cabinets and fell to the floor being him as he walked on. I quickly crawled to the bathroom, out his way for future contact, and waited until the spinning stopped.
Picking myself up, I checked my eye. It was getting better, but it was still visible. I combed my hair back and pulled it into a loose ponytail. Then I washed my face to wake me up and get rid of the heat from the blow to my face in the hall.
Taking a deep breathe, and checking to see if the hall was clear, I left the bathroom and went to my phone. I looked through my apps, even though I knew what I'd see, and prepared for a boring day. Then, the only name that could make me smile, came on my phone once again. Here go the butterflies.
