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day thirty-two - t-shirt

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The next day I slept in until nine, almost ten. I would have slept in later but I knew Calum was here and he wasn't in bed anymore (he had freaked out about the whole sleeping situation the night before; I had told him just to stay in bed with me. But he was nervous, probably what my parents might think of him or whatever, but eventually he got into bed.) I panicked for a second when he wasn't next to me, but his backpack was still in the corner of my room where he had left it.

I managed to pull myself out of bed and walk up the stairs. I rounded the corner, making my way into the kitchen, because I smelled coffee. I thought my mum or dad would be there, but instead it was Calum, leaning against the counter.

"Good morning," He said, walking over to me and giving me a hug. "Your mum made coffee. I was gonna make us breakfast until I remembered I can't cook."

I laughed. "That's okay. Neither can I. What do you want to eat?"

"Cereal?"

"I've been eating cereal for the past month. You even longer."

"Fine," He rolled his eyes. "Toast."

"I can do toast."

As I grabbed the bread and began to plug in the toaster, Calum asked, "Do you want some coffee?"

"Yes, please." I said, putting the bread into the toaster. "By the way, where are my mum and dad?"

"Vick, it's a Friday." (My parents had let me stay home although it was a school day; I was exhausted, it would be would be somewhat pointless sending me back to school and then having two more days off, and Calum was here. I don't know if the last reason was a contributing factor, but I'd like to hope.)

"Right," I laughed, "I forgot."

He handed me a mug of coffee, which I put some milk into and sipped, partially burning my tongue and throat. "None for you?" I asked, motioning towards my mug.

"Nah," He replied, shaking his head. "I like the thought of coffee more than I actually like coffee."

"What do you mean?"

"Like, the idea of coffee is cute. I don't know. Like, coffeeshops and stuff. That's fucking cute. Like, I wanna take you out to a coffeeshop, and you'll get coffee, and I'll get tea, or hot chocolate or something, and we can hold hands from across the table and I'll take pictures of you drinking your coffee 'cause you look cute when you do it. You like cup the mug and then you drink it and if it's hot, then you make this face, and then sometimes you get some on your upper lip and you have to wipe it off; I don't know. It's adorable. See, I really do like the idea of coffee, I'm not lying."

I started to laugh and blush uncontrollably, putting my cofee down and saying, "You're so fucking adorable, oh my God." He smiled and pulled me in for another hug, and he rested his chin on my shoulder. "I will bring you to a coffeeshop sometime," Calum said. "I promise."

We stood there for a minute in silence, as I drank my coffee and he never moved his arms from around my waist. And we just stood there like that, until the toast popped up and scared both of us. And then we laughed about it, because it was silly. "What do you want on yours?" I asked afterwards, raiding the cabinets to see what we had.

"I don't know, what do you have?"

"I have Nutella..."

"Yes please."

And then we sat down and are our breakfast, the first one that wasn't crappy hospital food in awhile. And it was nice.

For awhile the house was silent, we just ate our breakfast quietly. Calum and I soon fell into conversation again, though, and I asked, "What do you wanna do today?"

Calum hummed in response, swallowing his food. "Mhm, I don't know. It would be nice to go out or something...but I don't think that would be a really good idea?"

I nodded, understanding. He didn't want to go out, he was too scared to go out. Even if we were going to the coffeeshop he wanted to take me to, where most people wouldn't expect to find us. He just didn't want to be found. He needed some time to get away.

"You know I'm gonna have to go back, don't you?"

"Yeah."

"Like, it's not like I'm gonna walk back into the hospital like nothing happened, that's the last thing I wanna do. But they're gonna find me at some point or another, so."

"Yeah, I know."

"Come here," Calum said, inviting me into his lap (he loved that, he always wanted me in his lap.) He put his hands on my waist and kissed my shoulder. "We're gonna be okay, yeah? The hospital can't keep me hostage much longer."

I nodded, "We'll be fine."

"We'll make it work. I'll be out soon."

"And I'll be waiting by the hospital doors when you are."

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"Okay, I don't understand."

"What don't you understand?"

"I've been wearing, like, the same ten something t-shirts for the past month, right?"

"Right, all slightly different shades of black."

"Exactly. And now I come back home, to, like, a million t-shirts-"

"Blacks and grays and even some blue," Calum said.

"Right, and there's still nothing I want to wear."

I was looking through my shirt drawer, trying to pick one out (even though we weren't going anywhere.) For some reason there was nothing I wanted to wear, which didn't make sense because the only person who was going to be seeing me all day was Calum.

"You're weird," Calum scrunched up his nose, "It's just a shirt." He was sitting on my floor (even though there was a perfectly good bed two feet away) looking up at me.

"You already know I'm weird."

"And you know that I like it."

I stopped looking through my drawer to go sit down next to him. "Hey," He poked my stomach. "I know what you can wear."

I hummed in response, as he replied, "You can wear my shirt."

"I - um-"

"I know what you're gonna say. I want you to. I wanna see you in my clothes."

I hadalways taken an interest in wearing boys clothes. Like, when in movies boys gave girls their hoodie, because it was cold outside. It seemed it was be huge and smell good. Depending on the boy.

I laughed, nodding slowly. "Okay."

He started to take his shirt off, the weird way boys do it (the whole grab it from the back of the neck thing and pull it off thing guys always do, I never understood how they could do it.)

Sometimes I forgot that I had already seen Calum shirtless, way back to our adventure. Althought the image was fuzzy in my mind, it was what I remembered. He was tan, and muscular, but not crazily muscular. His MMXII tattoo, on the right side of his chest near his collarbone. Everything...beautiful.

"You're pretty," I said, "You are so pretty." (Pretty was such a weird word to describe boys, but that's what he was. Pretty.)

"I don't think I'm the pretty one in this relationship."

"Shut up, you're pretty...you're beautiful." I said, running my hands down his neck. Down his back. He exhaled. Back around to the front, tracing over his tattoo. He closed his eyes. Exhaled again.

I played with the hem of my shirt (an ugly school shirt that I wore my pajamas) wanting to take it off; scared to take it off. It wasn't like I was completely naked under my shirt, but I was nervous. Insecure about everything. Scarred. There were so many things I could notice that I didn't like about myself that I didn't want Calum too recognize, too.

Slowly I pulled my shirt over my head, trying to throw it across the room into my hamper but failing. Calum's eyes were open again and he could see me quickly trying to put my shirt over my head. "Hold on, wait, wait," He said, taking his shirt back from me before I could put it on.

He put his hands on my waist, and around to my back. "You called me beautiful, and now it's my turn...you're beautiful."

He paused, his eyes looking up and down. Not even in a sexy way, just...looking. Admiring? I didn't know how to explain it. "And I'm not saying that just to say it. You're beautiful. I haven't told you that enough."

And then we sat there for awhile, with my head in the crook of his neck. After a little bit, Calum started to play with the ends of my knee socks, where stopped at my mid-thighs. "I like these," He said, "Why didn't you wear these at the hospital."

I laughed. "My parents didn't pack them." Finally I began to put on Calum's shirt, which was huge on me, and really did smell good (I couldn't explain it, it was just good. Calum-y. The scent he always carried.) /FOR ANY OF U WHO HAVE ACTUALLY MET CALUM WHAT DOES HE SMELL LIKE THIS IS SO IMPORTANT FOR ME TO KNOW IVE ALWAYS WONDERED/

Calum started to laugh a little bit. "I was right. You do look good in my clothes. Better than me, probably."

"Hm, I doubt that."

"Seriously. I might just give you all my shirts to wear."

"And I might just take all of them. They smell good." (I couldn't get off the idea of the smell of it.)

"Really? Like what?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Like Calum."

"Wow, so descriptive," He rolled his eyes, throwing the shirt he had just gotten out of his bag to put on at me. "Dork."

"That's what they call me," I smiled, walking over to him and bumping my hip with his; giving him his shirt back.

"You do know how much I love you, right?" He asked. "I probably tell you like everyday but I love you a lot."

"And I love you," I replied, as he took his hands in mine.

"We're so cheesy."

"We really are."

"God, I can't even think about going back to the hospital. I can't think about spending, like, two hours without you." He said.

"That might be a problem once we have to go to school." I smiled.

"Once again, dork." He rolled his eyes. "Your new nickname is dork."

"Baby was growing on me."

"Mhmm. Remember when I called you darling?" He asked. "I used to do that all the time."

"How could I forget?"

"Ooh, I know what I'm gonna call you." I waited for him to say something, but he didn't.

"What are you gonna call me?"

Calum still didn't answer, he just said, "Come on, let's go upstairs and watch some movies, sweetheart."

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this chapter is a flop just like my life

sorry its so short and sucky :(
next chap will be a million times better!

vicky got to wear calums tshirt bc i had a real life experience w sharing a boys clothes!! let me tell u the tale!!!

a week ago or smth it was like rlly cold out and i forgot my jacket in my locker (dumb molly is dumb) so one of my guy friends was like here have my sweatshirt and omg..,..

it was rlly nice because it smelled goOD and it was huge on me ok it was a wonderful experience

oh btw my friends and i did the whisper challenge omg ok it was so funny so yall should go check that ish out!! (my youtube is theoneandonlymollyy and ill also put the link in my bio thx)