A/N: There are so many people following me and commenting on my stories, its fucking weird (in a cool way?? I don't want to scare you off by saying that). Not to mention I'm not being able to stalk--I MEAN look at your profiles and read your stories because everything's crazy with my other story because its coming to a close.
ONWARD TO THE STORY
"You know how I said we wouldn't get involved as long as your music stays good?" Mr. Garth asks, his pixelated face bluring slightly as he moves on the laptop's screen. He pauses, eyes shifting to look at each of us to see if we understand.
"I lied." He states in a business-like tone, fixing the collar absentmindedly. "Sales are normal as always but we're been recieving a large amount of hate mail since the entire ordeal started." The camera is moved to show a small stack of letters neatly placed into three seperate piles.
Large amount my ass.
You want a large amount of Calum in your ass.
Fuck off.
That's not what you said to Calum last night!
He was out having dinner with his mum.
A/N: Okay so, it seems a bit random for this to be here but I want to apologize feverently for unintentionally abandoning you (my people) for I think it was three or four days? I did not expect to have my internet do some freaky shit and not work so hey, I'm back and I'm sorry. The stuff above is what I already had written previous of this weird internet disconnection shit (we get so disconnected. . . by the internet) Anyway, continue to the rest of the story now. I swear I won't interupt it anymore.
"And so. We, meaning me and a select few have decided to allow Calum to remain single but Michael will run dramatically into the arms of an unknown stranger--Who we'll cleverly place nearby--basically he's an actor in an upcoming movie and needs a little lift to promote the movie." While explaining his--thought be exceedingly brilliant--plan, he made a rough layout of what was to take on a white board. He took a long time to make my hair look somewhat alike to my actual colour, and despite having a purple marker in his other hand he detailed my hair in black.
The stickmen all somewhat resembled each one of us, except mine. My stickman had a large frown on his face and little blue lines to show that I was crying in stickman form, I looked like a stereotypical emo boy with my crazy black hair.
"I'm not going to dye my hair black." I state with a tight smile, gripping the arm of the chair I sat on tightly. I wanted so badly to storm out but it wold only make Mr. Garth lash out on the other three, threatening consequences for my defiant and troublesome behaviour.
What can I say? I'm a rebel...
You wouldn't rebel against Calum if he wanted in your pants.
Shut the fuck up, nobody asked you Michael.
Don't tell me what to do, you don't own me. I'm a free spirit, I do what I want.
Michael, stop. This isn't you.
"Meeting closed, we'll meet on the red carpet." Garth bid farewell, lip twitching up at the obvious amount of steam tumbling out of Calum's ears.
The skype all ended and Calum finally blew up, Luke just managing to get the laptop off the table before it was flipped over.
"LIFE ISN'T FAIR!" He fumed, suddenly dropping out his rage. He sits down and scoots back so he can hug my calves like a small child, he's out like a light before my legs fall asleep.
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Luke was probably the best dressed out of the four of us, followed closely by Ashton who'd made it clear that the bandana was staying no matter who pestered him to take it off. No one really cared because we all weren't exactly dressed up for the occasion either.
I looked like I'd just walked off of the Good Girls music video set, minus the tie bandana unfortunately, Luke had snagged the only black tie to match his leather jacket. Calum had decided to risk Garth's wrath and put on my idiot shirt (not the flannel, the one worn in the Don't Stop music video) and simple black skinny jeans. Ashton wore a suit jacket and a plain black shirt with a bright green bandana that made his eyes pop more than they do when he wears a red one.
~CUT SCENE~
"These are delicious, thank you." I smile at the two teenagers that oh so kindly offered me a brownie when I walked into the building that was next to the beginning of the red carpet.
"Michael, come on!" Ashton called, making me jog to catch up.
Not worth the workout.
. . . I could really go for some Panda Express right now.
I ate the last of the brownie as we walked onto the red carpet.
"Its so nice out today." I gawk, interwining mine and Calum's fingers. I get a few disgusted looks from a few celebrities I've never seen before.
Whatever with them.
I'm way too cool for them.
Actually, I feel like I'm sweating buckets right now.
"Can we play in the fountain?" I ask, swinging our interlocked hands wildly in between us.
"Mike, there is no fountain." Luke mumbled, raising a single eyebrow at my behaviour.
The palm trees were swaying to some sick beat that I really wanted to hear.
"Let's dance with the trees!" I squeal, attempting to drag Calum over to the groovy looking palm trees that were dancing to some beat unknown to me. I soon found out that Cal was in fact, way stronger than me.
He actually managed to drag me in the opposite direction of the trees, with ease too.
"Are you high?" Ashton groaned under his breath.
In response, I bared my teeth and tried to mimic his growling sound which wasn't quite working in my favour. Useless.
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"Hey Cal-yum? Is it snowing?" I ask quietly, trying not to startle the oncoming snowfal with my breath. I tilt my head to see if I can watch them fall but the snowflakes back up farther out of my vision.
Where are you going little snowflakes?
"Mikey, that's your hair." He sighed, leaning against the wall and watching me pull on random strands of my hair with some kind of awestruck expression on my face.
"When-Why is it white?"
"You asked Lou to get rid out the colour."
"But I loved my hair colour, why would I get rid of something I love?" Tears begin to well up in my eyes for some reason that I can't seem to remember.
He sighs again, sitting down with his back against the wall beside me. "Garth is an asshole."
"That's a bad word Cal." I tut, pinching the tip ot his nose.
"Shh Mikey, do you hear that?" He asks, diverting my attention.
"No." I whisper, straining my ears to try and find out if Calum can hear the righteous beat the trees were bumping aong to.
"Its the sound you should be making right now." He whispers in a tone that suggests its something that has never been discovered before. My head drops onto his shoulder like dead weight and I curl up into his side.
I snort, "Okay, sure Cal."
A/N: And with my arrival I give you a little past midnight update!? Which means I still don't have control over my sleep schedule. . . Who am I kidding, I've never had control of it. To distract myself from lack of internet over the weekend I basically stole my little brother's phone and played Pokemon Emerald the whole time.
So I found a new Malum fic out there and it sounds interesting in my opinion and I can't wait for the first chapter to come out. The author is pretty excited too and wanted me to get the word out, she's new here and I was wondering if you guys wanted to read her book with me?
It could be like some weird mom's book club except I'm assuming none of us are moms. Do you want to tag along? Or nah?
If you want to go on this journey with me;
The story is called: Mr. Cliffor
And the author is: CalumsSnapback
FUN FACT: Pokemon is the only thing that gets me to wake up in the morning.
FUN FACT: I had other fun facts but chrome restarted and killed at least three of them.
FUN FACT: My new laptop wallpaper/screensaver is a herd(flock?) of penguins that I photoshopped mohawks and things onto, you're welcome(:
TIPS FOR THE FUTURE FROM KAYLA: Do not take Law in high school, its a bitch to take and I have so much effing homework its not even funny.
Think positive Kayla, now cops can't pull stupid shit on you because now you know your rights and freedoms.
Have a lovely day?