𝐼 𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑒𝑧𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑢𝑡.
𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑥𝑡ℎ 𝑐𝑖𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝑢𝑝 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑤𝑜 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑔𝑜.
𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔.
𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔.
𝐴𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔.
𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑠𝑜 𝑛𝑢𝑚𝑏.
𝐹𝑢𝑐𝑘.
𝑆𝑚𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑓𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ.
𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔.
𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟.
𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑.
𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑝 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑣𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒.
𝑀𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡.
𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠.
𝐼 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑖𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝐼 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒.
𝑊𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑎 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑙.
𝐼𝑚 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙.
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑢𝑔𝑒.
𝐼 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟.
𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑏𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑒.
𝑆𝑜 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑎𝑚 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑.
𝑁𝑜 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎.
𝐼 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑔𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝.
𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝.
𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝.
𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ.
𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒.
𝑈𝑔ℎ.
𝐹𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑡.
𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑡 𝑢𝑝 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑡.
I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling for a bit whilst my "staring at the ceiling at 4am" playlist came on.
I reached above my head and grabbed my phone.
No messages or calls.
I need to be the one to contact them first.
I can't always wait on other people to apologise first.
I swallowed my pride and opened my messages app.
Hi, can I come over?
I started at my phone for a bit wondering if this was even worth it. What if they just ignore.
ʀᴇᴀᴅ.
typical.
Yeah
Oh. Okay. We're doing this.
I threw on a hoodie and a pare of lounge pants and grabbed my denim jacket.
It wasn't until I started the car I realised.
It was Calum's hoodie.
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