Josh's POV
Ex wife
*edited*
The walk down the stairs was just a... walk down the stairs, it wasn't special but it felt like forever til we reached the bottom.
"Hey." I said to my mom and sister who were casually having a conversation using the word 'that' every two seconds.
"Oh." My sister said glancing up, her eyes flickering between Callum and I, "So, Uh, sorry we didn't knock or anything... if we knew you two were Uh- if it wasn't important I would've- you see the thing is-"
"Yo, chill out, we weren't doing anything. No need to have a stroke over it. Just, what did you need?" Callum asked, sticking his hands in his pockets.
"Oh, right." My sister and my mom shared a glance and I cringed on the inside.
Could they not be anymore obvious? I mean sending a discreet glance isn't as bad as just... talking with your eyes so obviously.
"Well, tomorrow there's this carnival thing, your sister has a ticket for her guy friend-" you mean the guy who has traumatized Callum and I, yeah, I know who you're talking about. "-but he's sick so she wanted to give the tickets to you." My mom smiled.
Callum made a face, then he made another face. Then his lips moved as if he was talking to himself, then he nodded his head.
"Stop." I placed a hand on Callum's shoulder, "If you think too hard you're going to explode."
Callum sent me a glare, "Yeah well at least I can reach things off the counter." He said.
I scoffed, "What does height have to do with anything? I'm talking about the gears in your head that are so rusty they could give you tetanus just by touching them".
"Oh I'm so offended." He said sarcastically.
"Oh come on, you just don't want to admit that I'm right."
"Admit that you're right? Admit that you're right about me not having any smarts, oh yeah, sorry I don't want to agree." He crossed his arms.
I sighed, "Okay you're right. You do have brains, why else would you always be picking your nose so much? Your brain must get pretty itchy."
Callum glared at me before sighing and turning back to my sister, "Yeah, we will take em, I'll use them to somehow show this nucklehead I have a brain." Callum said, sending me a glance.
I nodded, "Uh-huh, It'll be fun. But Callum, you can't prove what's not there."
Callum slumped his shoulders.
"I don't know what's worst anymore, your constant abuse or my parents constant screaming." He put his palm to his head. "I'm going to sleep." He grumbled starting his way to the guest room.
My mom sent me a glance and I hurriedly avoided it and made my way to my room.
A carnival, huh? Sounds like fun.
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"Callum, get up." I threw open the curtains in his room and shook his shoulders, still nothing. "It's 2 in the afternoon, how late were you up last night?" I grumbled, attempting to rip the sheets off him as well.
Callum shivered, "Cold." He murmured, tightening his grip on the blanket and pulling it over his head.
"You such a child, come on, get up you idiot."
"Idiot." Callum mumbled back sleepily.
"Get up or I'll braid your hair again."
"My hair..." he repeated.
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Twisted
Teen Fiction"I think I'm gay." I say, leaving out the part about my... exposing dream about him last night. I watched his expression, waiting for some sign that he was angry. I waited for him to call me a faggot, to curse me off and tell me he never wanted to...
