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a/n: Happy 4th of July to all my American readers who celebrate it :-) I really want Ashton in this fic so I changed him to be Calum's manager because I'm an inconsistent piece of trash (he's my honey-pie I can't bye) (those rhymes though, Jayden are u proud yet)


It had been about a month since Calum left, and to say I was pissed off would be an understatement.

I wasn't pissed off at Calum, really. I was pissed off at everyone at my school. I was just glad that this was my last year, but goddamn, I could really do without the constant questioning.

I had the unfortunate luck to go to a huge public school, and so, every single day I got at least one question about who Calum was to me. I was surprised he even had this many fans at my school.

I had just been getting my books from my locker one morning when Jenna sighed wearily beside me. "Someone's coming," she muttered, low enough for only me to hear.

Groaning, I considered shoving my head in my locker long enough for the person to pass us by, but no such luck. Instead, they cleared their throat, and I sighed, shutting my locker to see them.

"So, you and Calum Hood, you're like- Dating?" this guy asked, and I frowned at him. I had seen him around school, he was pretty cute, but I really hadn't ever talked to him.

"No," I sighed, shaking my head. "That's illegal."

"You're single, then?"

My eyes widened at that. Well, this was a new question. "Uh, I guess so?"

He gave me a shy smile, before ducking out of the conversation and walking away. I watched him leave, and he turned to give me a smile before continuing off down the hallway.

"What was that?" Jenna asked, eyes as wide as mine.

"I think- I- I actually have no idea," I answered honestly.

She looked once more in the direction the guy left in, before shrugging and beginning to walk the other way towards our next class. "So, have you talked to Calum lately?"

"He texted me last night," I smiled, trying to keep the blush from my cheeks. "He told me about the things he's seen and done on tour, keeps sending me photos..."

"Photos?" Jenna asked, wiggling her eyebrows, and I groaned.

"Not like that! Anyways, I'm going to call him on Skype tonight."

"Nice." She smiled before wiggling her eyebrows again, causing me to groan for the second time.

"Once again, it's not  going to be like that!"

"So it was like that before?" By now, she had the biggest grin on her face, and I silently wondered whether her face hurt or not.

"No." I narrowed my eyes at her. "We haven't been able to Skype yet. Both times we've wanted to, he ended up cancelling for band stuff."

"I hope he doesn't this time," Jenna told me, patting my back, and I nodded.

"Yeah, me too."

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"What do you mean we've got an interview this afternoon?" I asked, exasperated. "I thought we had the day off!"

"Yes, well, last minute changes." Ashton shrugged, and I groaned at him, picking up a pillow from one of the bus couches and throwing it at him. He expertly ducked, the pillow missing him by a few centimeters, and I sighed, flinging myself onto the couch. "Your loverboy is going to have to wait another day to talk to you."

"Ashton, shut up," I groaned into the seat of the couch. "You're really not helping."

"Can't hear you when you mumble, you know."

I rolled my eyes, not wanting to deal with Ashton being a smart ass just then. I didn't want to deal with anything, really.

Just then, I heard the door to the lounge open, and by the footsteps, I knew it was Mikey. I frowned, awaiting his comment.

"Why's he moping now?"

"I am not moping!" I grumbled into the pillow, and I heard Mikey laugh.

"Sure," he answered sarcastically.

"He's upset he can't talk to his boyfriend tonight," Ashton explained, and at that, I rolled over onto my back.

"Not my boyfriend!" I cried, crossing my arms. "You guys are the worst. Where's Katie? She's always on my side."

"Well, it's not that we're not on your side," Ashton explained, sighing as he ran a hand through his hair. "More like we can't really do anything to help you."

"You better let him know you can't talk to him tonight," Mikey suggested, and I sighed, pulling my phone out of the front pocket of my jeans.

"It's the third time I have to cancel," I muttered, pulling up Luke's name in my contacts. I debated calling to tell him, but judging by the time, he was probably in class. I settled on texting him instead, and I figured that would be better, since I would have more time to prepare for his disappointment.

a/n: yay for the first chapter! This fic is basically going to be about how Calum and Luke deal with the whole long distance/soulmate thing :-)

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