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Dropping you off at college/chilling the night before you are dropped off is really the same thing.
We're back to the classic overprotective older brother
When you think you've started a chapter, you open it up, and all it says is "Alaska"
Calum:
It you were gearing up for a momentous occasion. You were entering a new phase of your life and you were super excited. It was time for you to move out of Calum's home and start college. You weren't even going that far away, to the closest possible university only about a half hour from home, but Calum was acting like you were dying.
He had spent the entire last month in a total funk. He would burst into tears that the smallest thing and then explain that it was because it was, "the last time he'd ever do it." You caught him crying into his bowl of cereal the other day and had to refrain from laughing because he most definitely would still be eating cornflakes even if you weren't living there.
Even now as you packed your clothes you could hear his sniffling from the bedroom next door. Sighing, you put down your sweater and got up. This was pitiful, you had to cheer Calum up or something because you didn't want him to be so upset all the time. It wasn't healthy.
So you walked across the hall and knocked lightly on his door, "Calum?" You asked softly.
His sniffling died down and you heard some shuffling. There were soft footsteps and Calum pulled the door open. He was wearing Thomas The Train pajamas that were a tad small, and clutching a stuffed bear to his chest. His face was flushed and had fresh tear tracks cutting lines into his cheeks. He sniffled a little when he saw you and you watched as his eyes again filled with tears.
"Oh Calum," you groaned, pulling your older brother into a hug, "why are you crying?"
Calum latched his much larger frame to yours and leaned on you heavily as he began crying into your shoulder.
"Shhhhhhhh," you rubbed down his back comfortingly, "I'm still here," you reminded him.
He gradually stopped crying, and you felt him hiccup as he tried to catch his breath. You kept talking, "and I won't be that far away, I can come back on weekends, breaks, even some weeknights. Plus after freshman year when we aren't required to room on campus I could move back," you promised.
He took in a deep, but shaky, breath, "I know, it's just, it'll be all so different."
"Nothing stays the same forever," you reminded him.
"Just yesterday you were five I swear," he stopped leaning on you and instead pulled you into his chest.
"Hmmm considering I'm eighteen today that seems a little off," you gasped as he squeezed you a little too tight.
"Don't remind me," he groaned, "eighteen, that doesn't seem right at all."
While he was reminiscing you were just trying to breathe. He had a tight grip that was literally squeezing the air from your lungs.
"Calum... air..." you finally managed to whisper.
"Oh my God," he let go of you and stepped back, "are you okay Y/N?"
"Yeah just wow," you took in a deep breath, "that was quite the grip."
"Sorry," he said sheepishly, "I'm just really emotional, this is the last night that you're staying here as a non-college student."
"I can tell," you giggled.
He frowned playfully, "don't make fun of me." He bumped his shoulder against yours, and you bumped yours back. It was silent for a few seconds as the two of you just enjoyed your siblingly banter, and each others presence. Calum spent the time studying your face, and you were trying to figure out where he got the adult-sized Thomas the Train pajamas. That's when an idea crossed your mind.
"Actually, you may have a point," you said thoughtfully, "this is my last night here."
Calum just raised an eyebrow, "yes, that was my point like three minutes ago, kind of an established concept."
"I wasn't finished," you swatted at him, "this is my last night so we should celebrate!"
"Celebrate?" He again didn't look impressed, "I don't know if I'm in the celebratory kind of mood."
"Oh come on, we can get midnight milkshakes!" You said excitedly.
Calum's frown very quickly became a grin that mirrored your own, "I remember those!"
Your tradition of getting milkshakes at midnight started when you first moved in with Calum. You were having trouble getting used to everything, and became a kind of reclusive insomniac. The only way that your poor brother could get you out of your room was through bribery. Because you never slept anyway, it was a natural fit. The two of you would go out to get milkshakes at midnight at the little twenty-four hour restaurant near the house. It became a tradition between the two of you. Whenever you needed time to catch up, or to celebrate a good grade, or in Calum's case a good performance or tour, you'd go get milkshakes and welcome in the day. Your little tradition had faded away with the stressful end of your high school career, but now felt like the perfect time to bring it back.
"Yeah, we haven't done that in a while," you chuckled.
"Okay, good plan," he stepped out of his room like he was just going to show up at a diner in too-short pajamas with a teddy bear tucked under his arm. He looked like a man-child, which was endearing, but would be hard to explain to the press.
"Are you going to change?" You asked as he walked out and into the hallway.
As if he had forgotten about his ensemble, Calum's neck snapped down so he could look at himself.
"Oh yeah," he grabbed the bottom of his flannel Thomas the Train patterned shirt and grinned. "Ya know, this was the first Christmas present you ever gave me. Well, Mum and Dad gave it to me with your name on it," he looked up at you.
"That? How could you possibly still fit in a pajama set you got as an elementary student?" You giggled.
"Well these are the ones I ordered online two weeks ago while I was drunk and sad and walking down memory lane. But I got them like two sizes too small," he waved his bare ankles around.
You laughed and shook your head, "what was that? Are you drunk now?"
He froze, "I've done nothing that you can prove."
You narrowed your eyes, "Calum, is there something you want to tell me?"
He took two large steps backward until he was in his room, "I'M CHANGING!"
He slammed the door shut, "I'M DRIVING!" You yelled before stalking back to your own room.
You continued to fold and pack the remaining clothes and then zipped your suitcase shut. There, you were all ready to go.
"Hey Y/N," Calum literally slid into your room, he was wearing only socks on the hard floor. You looked up from your suitcase and raised your eyebrows.
"Going for the bad boy look?" You asked. He was wearing his black skinny jeans, a black muscle tee full of holes that showed off his abdomen, and a black leather jacket. To pull the whole thing together he had his black aviator mirrored sunglasses on, he tilted them down to look at you.
"Yeah I am, do you think we'll get a pretty server?" He wiggled his eyebrows.
You shrugged, "maybe, but you tend to strike out on waitresses," you reminded him.
Calum was notorious for trying to get numbers from pretty female servers. Most of the time they are in committed relationships, a few have been lesbians, some simply ignored him, and once, a single time he got a girls number.
"I bet you that I can get our servers number," he held out a hand for you to shake.
You nodded, "deal," you didn't think that there was any way he could succeed. And to his credit, Calum didn't think that he could fail.
"Well let's do this," you smirked, walking out of the room.
"I can't wait," Calum said smugly as he followed behind you.
The two of you walked down the stairs, and you grabbed your car keys from the dish where you kept them because Calum was not going anywhere near that wheel while he was drunk. You wanted to be able to live long enough to at least make it to college.
Calum didn't seem to mind though, he happily climbed into the passengers seat, still wearing his cocky litter grin and sunglasses.
You pointed that out as soon as the car was in motion, "you know it's night right now right? Like 11:50," you informed him as you pulled into traffic.
"I'm well aware," he scoffed. You weren't sure if that meant he wanted to look stupid with the glasses on on purpose, or he forgot he was wearing them.
So you continued, "and people wear eye protection only when the sun is out," you said.
"Well yeah, it would be stupid to wear eye protection if there's nothing to protect your eyes from," he sighed, "why are we having this conversation?"
Now normally at this point you'd bring up the glasses, but you also didn't want Calum to get anyone's number. So you stayed quiet and just decided to let him figure it out himself.
He must have been equally ready to drop the conversation as he turned up the radio and started singing along, "SO BABY PULL ME CLOSER IN THE BACKSEAT OF YOUR ROVER!"
He hyped himself up the rest of the way to the diner, which was rather distracting to you as a driver. You refrained from telling him off and to get your revenge you took a horribly abrupt turn into the restaurant parking lot which made his face fly over and squish into the passengers window.
"Ow!" He peeled himself off of the glass and rubbed the side of his face where it had come in contact with the window.
"Maybe if you were paying more attention..." you hid your grin as you turned off the car and climbed out.
"Hmph, maybe if you weren't an erratic driver..." he mocked you.
You noticed that he had taken his glasses off and tucked them into his shirt which was a loss. But then you looked at the side of his face and saw the imprint of the side of them from the impact and realized that you had really won the war.
You just let him open the door and walk inside first to ease his bruised ego, and face.
It was a self-seating establishment, so Calum also got to pick where to sit. He walked over to a booth right next to the servers break room and slid in. You followed behind him and sat on the other side.
"Who do you think it'll be?" You mumbled, looking around at the few members of staff still out at such a late (early) hour.
"Hmmmm," he surveyed the restaurant as well.
You both overlooked the man approaching your table in the waiters uniform, because neither of you had considered that you might have a waiter.
"Hi! My name is Donovan, and I'll be your sever today," he chirped happily, pulling out a notepad to write down your orders, "what can I get you two?"
You tried to hold back laughter while Calum just gaped at the poor boy.
"... do you need a few minutes?" Donovan finally asked.
"No no," you cleared your throat, successfully managing to stay calm, "I'll have a Y/F/F milkshake, and my brother will have a chocolate milkshake."
"Sure thing," he wrote them down, "what size?"
"Large," Calum blurted out, getting ahold of himself, "we both want large." He then proceeded to wink at your waiter who looked a little taken-aback.
"I'll go tell the kitchen," he scurried off.
You laughed earnestly while Calum pouted, "more than just women find me attractive, I can still do this!"
"Surrrrre."
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Thirty minutes later, when you were both full of your milkshakes, had paid and were walking to the car, Calum pulled a slip of paper from his pocket.
"Guess who won?" He grinned, handing the little piece of paper to you.
"No," you grabbed it out of his hands and flipped it over. Sure enough, there was a phone number along with Donovan's name and a heart.
"Yup," he smacked his lips and strode forward, walking like he had just won the lottery.
"At least he isn't sad anymore," you mumbled, following him to the car.
"HURRY UP!" He screamed.
Or not. At least sad Calum wasn't so demanding.
I have to make up fake names a lot (for example the waiter) and I hate it so if any of y'all ever have a name request for chapter extra characters let me know.
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