We entered the hotel hand in hand, my petite one enveloped by his rough calloused one.
If you took a look at us, you would think we were the oddest people on the planet.
My dark black hair hung messily in waves around my face, oily and sweaty. The black makeup that had once been a smouldering smokey eye, was now an over the top ratchet look.
I had switched back to the clothes I had before my dress, which was a stained and too small crop top, and tiny cloth shorts. The only reason I had these crazy items of clothing was I didn't have the need to dress up before this.
I looked like either a hobo or a prostitute right now. My brown eyes darted to Calum to see how he felt about this.
His hair was swept up in mohawk quaff type thing.
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FanfictionAfter moving from New York, she goes to a frat party to find some friends. There, she meets Calum, he's so out of her limit, but he acts like she's the ten. But he wouldn't think she was if he knew why she relocated from New York. He would probably...
