Torn

CALLIE'S POINT OF VIEW

"Wait... Sara?" I ask. She looks up.

"Yeah?"

"You said no one would leave their child of boredom... What about you?" I ask. Her eyes change emotions.

"Oh, it's nothing, they just wanted to party, that's all." She smiles. I don't believe her, but I guess I won't push it.

CALUM'S POINT OF VIEW

I'm looking through the pictures on my phone; Mostly they're of Sara. There's a lot of group pictures, pics Sara took of me when I wasn't looking - oh shit I have to delete that one -, I stumble upon a picture of Callie, back in eighth grade. Her hair was still dark brown back then. I remember she went through this phase for like a year, where she curled her hair, and then pretended it was natural. I blink a few times, and then swipe. Another picture of Callie, only in this one it's freshman year, and it might be a video. I click on it, out of curiosity, and it starts playing. I'm the one holding the phone. We're outside, and like normal, the sun is out, and her blue hair is shining under it.

"Calum, stop." She laughs, only looking up at me, "Turn it off." She giggles, and tries to take it, but I don't let her. She's all blushy, and she sorta just looks at me. She then crosses her arms, "Meanie." She pouts, sticking out her bottom lip.

"Noo, you know you love me." I hear myself say. She smiles in a way I haven't seen her smile in two years.

"Yeeaah, I do." She laughs, and stands on her tippy toes.

"Here J, hold this a sec." I say, and hand the phone to her. The camera faces the ground for a second, and then Jess's face. It's the weird stalker face she makes every time someone is kissing in front of her. She slowly panes the camera over, to face Callie and I. I have my hands on her hips and she has her forearms rested on my shoulders, and we slowly kiss each other. Oh shit should I be watching this? She smiles and pulls away, and I take the phone back from Jess. "I didn't tell ya to film us." I roll my eyes. Facing it back to Callie.

She looks over at me, realizing she's on a camera again, and smiles, "No, Calum." She laughs.

"Why not?" I whine.

"I hate being on camera, knock it off." She laughs, swiping the camera away. Even with her being annoyed she was smiling.

"But you're so seeexxy." I tease. She rolls her eyes.

"Ew, guys keep it PG." Michael says, sitting next to Morgan on the hood of Ashton's car.

"You're one to talk." Ashton laughs. The camera moves back to Callie, but she isn't looking.

"Hey Cal." I whisper, she lifts her head from her shoes she was looking at and looks at me, seeing the phone.

"Calum!" She laughs, "I am going to attack you if you don't knock it off." She smiles, her cheeks pink.

"Oh shit." I say quickly, and throw my phone at Jess, which lands in her hands. I briefly see me running down the street with Callie chasing me, as we both laugh so hard I almost fall over, and then the video stops.

I just sit there. Oh how much we HAVEN'T changed. All of us.

Michael: yo man luke ash and i r gonna go pick up the girls, were thinkin beach wana come?

How many errors he made kinda bothers me.

Calum: Sure.
Michael: cool b redy in. well now acually.
Calum: Coming.

I grab my phone and fake ID before getting in the car. You can never be to safe. Michael is driving, Ashton is in the front with him, and Luke is, sadly, in the back with me. I purposefully sit farthest away from him, but I don't think he notices that much. When we get to Jess's house, she and Morgan come running out, and Morgan climbs over me to sit in between Luke and I.

"And where the hell am I supposed to sit?" Jess asks.

"You know the drill when we only have one car." Michael says, "Pick a lap, any lap." He smiles. She huffs and rolls her eyes. She looks at all of us. Morgan is smaller than Jess, so that wouldn't work. Luke is about to fall asleep , and he's with Callie, so she couldn't sit there. She sighs, and sits on Ashton's lap. He smirks at his victory and shuts the door for her. We continue to drive, and Sara and Callie just meet us in the front yard.

"Hey." Callie smiles, but then frowns, "Seriously? I had to pick a lap LAST time."

"Come on, hurry up and do this." Michael rolls his eyes, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. Why is he being so pushy? Oh, you know what, Morgan's here, and we're going to the beach. I understand why he specifically is being pushy.

"Okay, I've had to sit on a lap every single time." Sara crosses her arms. It's true, though.

Michael huffs, "Someone who doesn't have someone sitting on them, please switch with Sara." He groans. Morgan's on her phone, and then Michael's phone bings. He reaches for it, and opens his messages. He reads whatever she probably sent to him, and sucks in his breath, biting his lip, "Hurry up, people!" He says.

"I got it, I got it." Morgan sighs, climbing over Luke to get out, "Making the lady get out." She mutters. Luke scoots over next to me, and Sara sits next to him, probably so she won't have to awkwardly climb over him. He yawns and tips his head back. I wonder why he's so tired.

"What's up with you?" I whisper to him.

"I got absolutely no sleep last night." He responds quietly, with his eyes closed. My mind immediately thinks of him and Callie last night. No, no. She isn't an idiot, they've only been dating for what, two weeks? It's fine, it's fine. Morgan takes a seat on Sara's lap, since that's the only logical place to sit, and I look at Callie, whose looks from me to Luke, a little more frantic than she usually is.

"Well, I mean, Luke's about to fall asleep, and he's in the middle so." She shrugs, and walks around the car. She slides onto my lap and shuts the door, when Mike starts driving.

CALLIE'S POINT OF VIEW

I should not feel as comfortable as I do, sitting on my ex's lap. If it helps, he's also my best friend? No, that does not help at all.

CALUM'S POINT OF VIEW

After about twenty minutes of driving (we don't live near the beach), Sara has fallen asleep asleep with her head rested Morgan's back, and Luke has fallen asleep too. Callie scoots down a little bit, and rests her head on my chest, probably so she doesn't have to tilt her head away from the roof. She moves around on me so she's facing the car door, and bends her knees to rest them on the door, with her hands in between her legs and her chest. Basically, she's curled up in a little ball on my lap, with her head on my chest. Her eyes start getting droopy (she usually gets tired when she's been in a car for a while, I dunno why), but she does her best to keep them open.

"It's fine, I'll wake you up when we get there." I mumble to her. She bites her lip slowly, and then closes her eyes. I just look at her.

JESS'S POINT OF VIEW

I lean my head over a little, to look at Calum and Callie. She's lightly snoring, in a little ball on his lap, while he looks at her. And I mean not in a friend way. I shoot a glare in his direction, and he looks up. He mouths, 'What?' to me. I roll my eyes, and mouth, 'Callie.' he rolls his eyes this time and mouths, 'We're just friends.'

"Pfft, for now." I say, and cross my arms. Ashton and Michael look at me.

"Huh?" Michael asks.

"Nothing." I grumble, and lean my back against the car door. I'm watching you, Calum.

After a few minutes of doing absolutely nothing, I rest my head on Ashton's shoulder. He tenses up, but then relaxes. My phone is tilted on his collarbone though, so I can scroll through Twitter, of course.

CALUM'S POINT OF VIEW

Callie moves around a little in her sleep and wraps her arms around my torso. I bite my lip, and look at Sara. This... Isn't considered cheating, right? I mean, Callie is just my friend now. So there isn't a cheating possibility in here anyway.

Michael abruptly stops the car, screeching to a halt. Callie groans and sits up.

"Michael what the fuck." She says, half awake.

"OKAY EVERYONE WE'RE HERE, ASHTON THE BEERS IN THE TRUNK, MORGAN CAN I TALK TO YOU FOR A SEC? KAY COOL." He shouts, grabbing Morgan's hand and them running in a different direction.

Notes

Hey anyone know how one would delete an instagram account?

Next chapter they'll be at the beach just a heads up in case I don't sy the word beach..