Mirrors | Malum

20

I never wanted to do romantic things until I met him. He's changed a lot of things and I'm not as cocky as I used to be, but maybe it should be that way because all I ever want to do is make the boy in falling head over heels for, happier than he can get.

"Yes."

"When were you going to tell me?"

"I didn't think my interests were as important as yours. I'm trying to focus on sparking your confidence within your artwork. It's amazing Calum, which is exactly why you belong in the department in the first place."

Calum smiled, wanting to hug the hell out of me probably but I could tell that he was trying to maintain himself as Mali continued to ask questions.

"How long have you been playing?"

"Almost my entire life."

"What other talents do you have?"

At this point, I wasn't sure. I've been so focused on trying to discover things about Calum that I didn't realize there was something else that has yet to be discovered and that's me. I know that I like to dye my hair, and I know I like playing guitar and making covers of my favorite songs by my favorite bands. I know I like standing on top of buildings, watching the city lights with Calum and taking late night drives in the car at two in the morning because its the way the breeze feels against my skin that makes me feel so alive.

But I never really thought about my talents.

"I sing?" I replied in a more questioning tone.

Calum stopped to reply once again, bring shocked and excited and happy for once over the fact that I played guitar and I sang. Is there something he isn't telling me?

"I sing too but only in my bedroom and shower. I'm not very good."

Mali grinned at her brother and kindly pushed him to the side to flip her hair and do a little dance which confused me beyond measures, but then I understood what she was doing once she opened her mouth.

"He also plays bass and guitar."

"Mali, I wanted to keep that a secret."

"Why a secret?"

"Because I - I, I'm not very good at it and I don't want to be made fun of."

At this point, I frowned. Because not only was he ashamed of the amazing artwork he created on paper, but he was also ashamed of the way he sang and the way he played bass and guitar. I desperately wanted to hear all three because I knew it'd all sound beautiful. But he'd never believe me.

"I have a feeling your voice is majestic and you're just in denial because you won't let yourself be good at anything."

"Are you saying I choose not to be good at anything?" Calum frowned.

I shook my head, because that isn't what I meant to say at all.

"No, I'm saying that you should cut yourself some class and give yourself the recognition and praise you deserve. You're amazing with comforting people and you care so much about the environment and you like doing things on your own which proves you're independent and there's a lot of things that make you who you are Calum, and your talents are one of them."

"What talents?" Calum laughed bitterly, and both Mali and I rolled our eyes because he just didn't understand how good he was at nearly everything.

"You're good at making people feel like they should and could be better. You're good at putting a smile on my face. You're good at giving me something to look forward to everyday. Is that enough to believe you're talented?"

I saw the tint of crimson pink rising on Calum's cheeks and I wanted to pinch them, but I wouldn't because we were in the moment and Mali was standing there dumbfounded because she practically just watched me flirt with her brother but it was okay, because she had a boyfriend of her own to worry about.

"Maybe."

"Good, because you really know how to make a guy feel special."

Calum smiled, a genuine one this time and he hugged both Mali and I at the same time.

"Thank you for helping me make my weaknesses strengths."

"Anything for you," Michael said in almost a hushed tone, "anything for you."

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A/N:

I'm so emo.

The YouTube video with this chapter is my life.

So cute.

So adorable.

So much fond.

I'm in love.

Malum for life.

Okay, bye.