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Callum Winters

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a character in “a contemporary tale”, as played by partially-stars

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callum winters
lefou

nicknames | cal, winters
age | 18
sexuality | homosexual



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callum has always been notoriously quiet. a stereotypical geek, he's socially inept and a little shy. talking to new people has always been difficult for him, so he tends to stick with people he already knows. he's insecure, always afraid that the people he loves are going to move on and find someone better. as a result, he's ended up in an abusive relationship and a number of toxic friendships because he's afraid that it's the best he's going to get. the only way he's gotten out of them is when his true friends, often [FC charles melton], has intervened and helped him end it. he's a true romantic, and when he falls, he falls hard. he's deeply intelligent, but his mind has a tendency to race, and he'll lose his train of thought or ramble a little. similarly, he sometimes has trouble paying attention in class or in a conversation because his mind has raced ahead.

that said, he's fiercely loyal. it takes a lot for him to give up on somebody. he's always willing to lend someone support, or offer advice, and he forgives easier than he should. he's generous, giving his time, strength, and intelligence to others. he's supportive, willing to encourage his friends for whatever crazy plan they're scheming, and equally as supportive when it comes to picking them up and dusting them off when it all goes wrong. he mightn't be the best to ask if you want an honest answer that might hurt your feelings, due to his peacekeeping nature, but if you want reassurance, he's your man. he's a surprisingly good teacher considering how easily he can lose his own train of thought.


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ImageImageLIKES | callum has always loved reading. ever since he was a kid, he's loved playing football. he loves the freedom of running and generally being outdoors. he's a chemistry nerd. even if he wouldn't admit it out loud, he loves rom-coms. he adores flavoured coffee and herbal tea. he has a secret passion for shakespeare. hamlet is his favourite play.

DISLIKES | cal hates plain coffee. people are often mystified by the fact that he hates watching football. he has an intense dislike for vanilla scented things and itchy clothing. stereotypes are the bane of his life. he can't stand the texture of mushrooms and will pick them out of anything he eats. he hates fish and refuses to eat it. he gets extremely uncomfortable when people touch him without his permission. he's had his fair share of meddling family members and friends and never appreciates it.


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callum winters had a relatively normal childhood. quiet and shy, he had a hard time making friends. he flew under the radar of most of his teachers due to his quiet nature, and his intelligence was never really recognised. they assumed he was a hard-working kid, or maybe just bright. while other kids with his level of intelligence might have been allowed to skip a grade or such, callum stayed in classes that never really challenged him. but being bright and quiet made him a little bit of a target. he was never like the other kids. and then he met [FC charles]. he was outgoing, charming, and strong. the only reason he even noticed cal was because their families knew each other. and for some reason, something clicked. they became friends, and eventually best friends.

from a young age, cal knew he was different in yet another way. his classmates had crushes on girls, but girls had never really appealed to him. when he hit puberty, it gradually became more clear to him. [FC charles] was the first person he told. cal came out to his parents when he was fourteen. his liberal parents already had an inkling, and accepted him without a second thought. he stayed closeted to his peers for a little while longer. not long after they started high school, cal realised that his feelings for his best friend were more than just platonic. but his best friend was known as a womaniser. callum didn't think for a moment his feelings would be reciprocated, so never acted on them. but it hurt. so in a grand distraction, at the start of their sophomore year, cal came out to everyone. he started dating another guy about halfway through the year, when he foolishly believed he was over [FC charles.] it was perfect for a while, but eventually became toxic, and then quickly abusive. [FC Charles] was the one to snap cal out of the fog and made him realise he needed to get out of the relationship before things got worse. he's dated a few people since then, but nothing serious. he's still in love with [FC charles], but he'll deny it if asked.





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So begins...

Callum Winters's Story

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Character Portrait: Megumi Saito Character Portrait: Callum Winters Character Portrait: May Kang Character Portrait: Zayn McNamara Character Portrait: Bryant Matthews Character Portrait: Leonidas Clement

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The loud music from the house, spilled out from the front door and out on to the lawn, as several kids she knew filed in and out of the large country house. Meg was happy to finally get some escape from the school year, in the form of a good old fashioned party. It was only a couple months into her senior year, and the senioritis had really started to set in. Not to mention the thought of college truly scared her, all of her friends wouldn't stop talking about the universities that they applied to and how excited they were to finally 'move on'. Meg was no where near that point, and being honest with herself she didn't know if she'd figure it out either. She hadn't spent her high school career really searching for what she wanted to do, and rather met the quota. It had become rather tiring in dodging the constant questions about where she was going and what she wanted to do, she felt like her excuses would soon catch up to her. Her mother was adamant to talk about the subject anyway, Meg assumed her mother was ultimately avoiding the topic of money which they had none. Maybe she was just avoiding the fact that she couldn't pay for it.

"Meg! Hey! I was beginning to think you weren't going to show up there for a second" It was Grayson Saunders. Corner Back of the football team, and the grand host of the party. The corner of her mouth lifted slightly in a smile, "When have I ever missed a Saunder's party? Especially when there's the promise of Bacardi"
. Grayson grinned with a slight wink, "only for you Saito, save me a dance alright?" She just smirked at him, turning on her heel. "I'll think about it" She called over her shoulder as she made her way from the Saunder's large yard and followed the thumping music into the house.


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Leo didn't frequent parties, actually he never went to parties to be more accurate. He hated parties. The loud music, drunk teenagers, and general lack of morals was enough to keep him away. He would even be here if it hadn't been for Tyler begging him to attend. Probably his one and only friend at the school, and someone he promptly never even would've talked to in his old life. Tyler was odd, unpopular, and a complete dork. However, he was the first to approach Leo when he moved schools, and showed him the first shred of kindness. Tyler also had the amazing ability just to put up with Leo's constantly moodiness. So when Tyler exclaimed that he had finally been invited to a party and begged Leo to come with him he couldn't say no. It just felt wrong.

He tapped his finger nervously against his thigh in an attempt to calm his nerves, which were going a mile a minute. He hadn't been to a party in, well never. He scanned through the mass of students in the house recognizing some of them, he doubted that the even knew who he was. "Hey I'm going to go get something to drink, do you want anything?" Tyler spoke up, his friend even more skittish and jumpy than normal. "I'm alright, thanks"
He wasn't too big on drinking. "Suit yourself, you have to loosen up sooner or later" Tyler shrugged disappearing through the crowd towards the kitchen. Leonidas scrunched his nose slightly, in distaste to the garish and rather uneducated music selection that flooded through the large speakers. He scanned the large living room, his eyes landing on a small couch in a surprisingly quiet corner. He hurried his way through the crowd to claim it, before some couple decided to go for it. It seemed like the only spot in this damn living room that he would somewhat feel comfortable.

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xxand i thought you'd feel the same as me
xxit's time that i come clean
xxbut for now can we just both pretend to sleep?
xxsometimes the one you want is not the one you need.


Callum hadn't really wanted to come to the party. He always felt a little like he didn't belong, like he was the odd one out in the room. He'd get drunk, except the beer was usually shitty, and besides, sometimes he made bad decisions when he was drunk. Best case scenario, making out with a random guy in somebody's bedroom. Worst case... making a total fool of himself in front of Zayn, ruining everything, and probably ruining his entire life while he was at it. He'd thought about it a lot, and he couldn't see a single scenario where that would end well. Parties were just not his scene.

So why the hell was he sitting in his car, outside the party, waiting for a text? Because Zayn had asked him if he'd wanted to go. He'd taken one look at that pretty face and all rational thought had left his mind, and he'd said yes. And now he couldn't back out, as much as he wanted to. That one, ridiculous, stubborn part of his brain still wanted to see Zayn, because it had been promised. And he didn't have the heart to say no.

He looked at the text he'd sent Zayn a few minutes ago. yo, outside the party. you here yet? He didn't dare go in until he knew where he was. Because if Zayn wasn't there, if he'd changed his mind or whatever, Callum was driving away again. He was having to resist the temptation to lie across the two front seats to reduce the chance of him being seen and someone inviting him in. Not that anyone would probably even care. Awkward Cal Winters, hiding in the corner with whatever drink didn't taste disgusting. Zayn was what brought him out of himself, and even then it was just because he was a little more comfortable. He longed to be charismatic, to be able to hold a conversation that didn't make him want to drive home and turn himself into a human burrito of shame. Zayn was that person, and the charisma was almost infectious. Sometimes it felt like Cal could hardly hold a conversation if Zayn wasn't there.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Megumi Saito Character Portrait: Callum Winters Character Portrait: May Kang Character Portrait: Zayn McNamara Character Portrait: Bryant Matthews Character Portrait: Leonidas Clement

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As Bryant pulled up in front of Grayson's house he rolled his eyes and chuckled at the sight. The front door was wide open, practically spitting out high schoolers, most with red solo cups in their hands and a few were even puffing at cigarettes. "Typical Saunders," He huffed under his breath as he jumped out of his car and locked the door. The music was so loud the pavement was practically pounding beneath his feet. The neighbors must be out of town again, otherwise there's no way the cops wouldn't have already busted this up.

He couldn't believe he was here. The last time he'd been to one of Grayson's parties he'd had to sneak four plastered members of the football team up into his room and make up a story to his parents the next morning about how and why they arrived in the middle of the night. They had believed him right up until Hunter King, the kicker, had vomited the breakfast Bryant's parents had insisted on making them all across the breakfast table. After that, he vowed to never return to one of these parties until his buddy Zayn begged him to go. Zayn tended to be a bit hot-headed and Bryant was known to be the "mom" of the football team, always watching out for the other players, so perhaps that was what had sparked the invite.

Hey, dude. I'm walking in now. Bryant sent Zayn a text before he made his way past a couple that was making out against the porch railing.

The inside of the house was just as chaotic as the outside. There were cups already scattered over the tables and a couple of them had even rolled off onto the floor. A few people yelled his name when he walked past a makeshift beer pong table. He looked and saw that it was some of the football team so he grinned and nodded.

"Hey, Matthews! Get over here!" One of the voices from the table turned out to belong to Grayson, the party host. "You ready for that game this Friday?"

Bryant rolled his eyes, laughing. "I think the question is, are you ready? Or are you going to be too...uh, distracted?" The teen raised an eyebrow and nodded his head towards the girls who were leaning over the pong table in low cut crop tops and high waisted shorts. At his comment, the girls all looked up and grinned, pleased that the quarterback was looking at them. Each one tried to catch his eye, but he simply winked and turned his attention back on Grayson, waiting for his rebuttal.

"This is how I focus, baby." He smirked, smacking the girl nearest to him's ass. She didn't protest and instead turned around to hang on his shoulder, placing a one hand flat against his chest while the other held a cup. "Maybe you should try it sometime. Getting laid might help you relax a little." His eyebrows rose in a challenge before pressing the girl against him and whispering something provocative in her ear.

Used to this tease, he simply replied with another eye roll and waved him off, "I'm gonna go get a drink." He excused himself, before giving the boy a warning, "We have practice tomorrow. Don't come late, hungover, or wasted." His tone was playful but the seriousness that glinted in his eyes he was sure Grayson would pick up on. Then he waved, telling the others he'd see them around and turned his back on the table, off to the kitchen to grab the one drink he allowed himself to have at parties.

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Character Portrait: Megumi Saito Character Portrait: Callum Winters Character Portrait: May Kang Character Portrait: Zayn McNamara Character Portrait: Bryant Matthews Character Portrait: Leonidas Clement

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xxxso, i'm sorry to my unkown lover
xxxsorry that i can't believe
xxxthat i anybody ever really
xxxstarts to fall in love with me.
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Ummmm im almost there gimme 2 secs pls. A typing of a phone's keyboard could be heard as a boy stopped his walking to respond to text messages he received. He hadn't meant to walk to the party, but his father and he got into an argument resulting in him being "grounded" from using the car. He'd roll his eyes, thankfully he didn't live too far from the Saunders' residence, and he could already hear the music blaring from the house. Sending a quick text to Bryant he'd laugh aloud. yeah almost there pretty boy, pops was bein a mass duche

Both Callum and Bryant knew of his issues with his dad, not necessarily being the star child reserving that for his brother. They just didn't see eye to eye. Reaching the house, he'd notice all of the other people running around red solo cups and the smell of weed entering his nostrils. The heavenly smell of the bud, he'd look around before seeing Callum awkwardly standing outside the house. Zayn's laughter would soon be heard by the other boy as he raised an eyebrow. Callum sure was an odd one, but no matter what Zayn would prefer to have him in his life. He doesn't seem to feel the sense of self-dread and hatred because he isn't "smart" like Zach. Shrugging off his worries, he'd place his arm over Callum's shoulder before laughing once more. "C'mon my friend, let us get wasted and forget the shackles of the agonizing life we live," he would pull Callum into the house before a cheery chorus of his name echoed through the house.

He'd wave towards Bryant before he'd remove his arm from Callum's shoulder before gesturing towards the table of drinks, where he would personally be visiting a lot tonight. It was a party, and Zayn almost never got hangovers. So he'd be fine. Snatching up a drink for himself he'd down it within a few seconds. Before he would scream aloud with a whooping noise, several people following after.

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Character Portrait: Megumi Saito Character Portrait: Callum Winters Character Portrait: Evelyn Addington Character Portrait: Zayn McNamara Character Portrait: Eleanore Da Cruz Character Portrait: Bryant Matthews Character Portrait: Leonidas Clement

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If it wasn't for her sister Evelyn wouldn't have been caught dead in a place like this. She was never the party type, too many sweaty bodies and hormones floating around for her to care for. However, when Adrienne decided to go since her current puppy-dog crush Henry was in attendance, she couldn't just let her sister go by herself. Much to Adrienne's liking.

"I'll just stay here alright? If you need me, or want to leave just send me a text - "
Adrienne just rolled her eyes, "Yeah, whatever" before dashing away from her sister into the house. Evelyn frowned, her relationship with her sister was only getting worse and it killed her on the inside. It seemed like everyone was just done with her lately, she felt her anxiety bubbling in her chest just thinking about it. Tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, she took a couple anxiety pills and sat back down on one of the patio chairs in the backyard. There were a few stray party goers in the backyard, but most were inside. She could practically feel the thumping of the bass coming from the walls.

Taking a deep breath she turned to her phone, and began to scroll aimlessly through social media, to distract herself and pass the time. She had completely forgotten about the lemonade she had packed in her purse and rummaged around for it, her face lighting up as she took a drink. She always brought her own to a party, you could never trust the alcohol there. Or at least, that's what she told herself.

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Meg made her way into the house, pushing past all of the bodies of the party goers. At parties she normally floated around, it was her own loose terminology of trying a bit of everything and then moving on. However, first things first she needed a drink. She had been to Saunder's house before, and knew exactly the route to the kitchen. There were a few other people lingering, but she ignored them making her way to the counter. Just as he said, there was a bottle of Bacardi on the counter, a smile lighting up her face. She helped herself to a cup, taking a large sip with a content sigh. Nothing like a cup of alcohol to make you forget all of your problems.

Meg turned sharply, cup in hand and bumped into someone that had been entering the kitchen. "Shit!"
She muttered as the alcohol spilled a little on the ground and on her shorts. It had taken her a full work week to buy them. She turned, rather pissed to reprimand the person who had ruined her drink. It was none other than Bryant Matthews.

She was a little shocked, solely based on the fact that he never seemed like a party person. She had occasionally seen him at a few considering his teammates were always there, but he never did anything crazy. He was also the one boy that she had never truly flirted with, considering he seemed to stay far away from the female eye. She didn't get it. He was gorgeous, the star of the football team, and had the perfect family. Why wouldn't he indulge if he could have everything?

"You know Matthews, you'd think with all that coordination from football, you'd be able to avoid a small obstacle" Her tone was both sarcastic and teasing. She didn't think she'd ever had a real conversation with him before. Maybe just admired him from afar, but with how his friends were she didn't have any high hopes for his personality.

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xxand i thought you'd feel the same as me
xxit's time that i come clean
xxbut for now can we just both pretend to sleep?
xxsometimes the one you want is not the one you need.


A familiar laugh reached Cal’s ears, and he looked up, already grinning despite himself. A little bit of the anxiety, the self consciousness shrank back as he saw his best friend. When Zayn slipped an arm around Callum’s shoulders, he had to fight to stop the blush that so wanted to colour his cheeks. And they went into the party like that. For a moment, he let himself wonder what it would be like if it wasn’t just a friendly gesture, if there was something more. What it would be like to lean in against Zayn, lean his head on his shoulder. And then Zayn’s name was called out in a cheer, and the arm disappeared from around Cal’s shoulder. The daydream ended abruptly, and the beer on the drinks table was suddenly looking much more appealing. But he was driving, and he had a feeling he’d end up driving Zayn home as well. So instead, he went in search of something non-alcoholic, slipping away and not even saying anything. Sure, he played football, but he wasn’t really part of the team. Not like Zayn was. And the night was going to be hard enough without having that rubbed in his face.

“Can I help you with something?” A voice asked as Cal started checking bottles in search of something that wasn’t laced with alcohol. He looked up to see a boy he recognized vaguely. He was in one, maybe two of Cal’s classes, but they never really spoke. Cal only really noticed him because of how attractive he was. Even now, he couldn’t quite make eye contact. “Oh, um, just looking for something.... not alcoholic. I’ve got to drive home,” he said by way of explanation. The boy, Luke, raised an eyebrow as he pulled a bottle of Coke from the back. “Pretty sensible of you. You’re in my AP chem class, right? I think I recognize you. The super smart, super cute, gay one. Callum, right?” Cal couldn’t stop the blush this time, and was rendered a little speechless.

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xxxso, i'm sorry to my unkown lover
xxxsorry that i can't believe
xxxthat i anybody ever really
xxxstarts to fall in love with me.
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After downing his fourth drink, just to get that rush, he noticed that Callum was no longer by his side. Why'd he left? Was Zayn ignoring him? He didn't mean to, shrugging the thought away before feeling a pull at his hand, noticing a girl, a very pretty one at that. He'd smile at her, as she would come and begin to grind on him during the music. Gripping her waist, he found himself imagining that it was Callum in front of him. Then suddenly he saw Callu, in front of him. He shook his head before scrambling to the drinks table. He wasn't drunk enough, he needed more. Downing a few more drinks, he'd find himself stumbling towards the kitchen, and he was talking to some guy. Immediately Zayn, didn't think he was good enough for Callum. The other boy should date someone better....like him, no no no no no, someone LIKE him.

He'd make his way over before looking at the guy, venom in his gaze. "Whoooos this CC? You're new booooooyfriennnnd," he'd draw out and slur every syllable as he teased the shorter male. Nothing venomous about it, though if you didn't understand their dynamic, you wouldn't really think it was playful. He'd just blink slowly towards the guy and Callum awaiting conversation. Did he feel bad he interrupted? Yes, and he knew he'd come to regret it, but Callum was his. his best friend. Nobody was gonna get to him without getting past the big man himself.

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xxand i thought you'd feel the same as me
xxit's time that i come clean
xxbut for now can we just both pretend to sleep?
xxsometimes the one you want is not the one you need.


It didn’t even feel that long since they’d started talking when Zayn stumbled over to them. Callum did his best not to be pissed, he failed a little. He couldn’t even talk to a cute boy for half an hour without Zayn barging in, either physically or into Callum’s brain, making him second-guess himself. He was almost glad the interruption was in the form of Zayn himself.

“Oh my fucking god, dude,” Callum swore with a roll of his eyes. “Here, drink this, might sober you up a bit,” he said, shoving his cup of Coke into Zayn’s hand. “Non alcoholic. You might just thank me in the morning,” he added. Luke raised an eyebrow. “Oh. Is there...?” Callum knew exactly where the sentence was going. “No. He’s just my dumbass best friend who can’t hold his alcohol,” he explained, starting to pour himself a drink. But Zayn’s presence, platonic as it was, had made Luke uncomfortable. “I’ll leave you to look after him. But see you in class? Maybe we can grab lunch some time?” He asked, and Cal nodded. “Yeah, sure. Sounds great.”

He turned his attention back to Zayn. “Jesus Christ, I left you alone for what, ten minutes? How much have you had to drink?” He wanted to be angry, wanted to be pissed, but his primary emotion was just concern. He didn’t want to be baby-sitting Zayn all night, but if he had much more to drink, Cal was afraid he’d do something stupid and get himself hurt, and nobody wanted that. Not with a game coming up. “You either need to hold your liquor or slow the hell down, you might just be out of it for the night,” he muttered. Somebody getting that drunk that quickly might have been a concern, if Cal hadn’t noticed another one of the team already at the point of throwing up. It was the norm here. This was why he hadn’t wanted to come. This was why he hated parties. Part of him wanted to start calling taxis so nobody would drive after drinking, but he couldn’t look after everyone, as much as he wanted. So instead he just decided to look after the drunk idiot in front of him.

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Bryant nodded at her request. He felt like asking for a warm washcloth was a reasonable payment. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her wave towards the drawer the Saunders family kept their cloths in but he had already turned towards it, knowing exactly where they were.

While he was waiting for the water from the sink to reach a warm temperature, he heard Meg make another snide remark, her tone once again unreadable. "I'm surprised to see you in here anyway, aren't you always on designated driver duty? Or did you finally decided to fuck it and call an uber?"

This time, Bryant didn't chuckle. In fact, he was thankful he had his back to her because he felt his face heating up just a bit. Why was it that everyone thought it was so weird that he didn't like to be out all night drinking a liquid that made him unaware and no longer in control of his own actions? He liked being able to get up for his morning run without feeling regret from his previous actions the night before. There had been so many times one of his teammates had shown up to after school practices still hungover from the night before. If he wanted to continue improving with football and live up to his family's and coaches expectations, messing with his body by getting drunk was something he just couldn't afford.

After he was sure the flush was gone from his face, he glanced back at her, dipping the wash cloth under the now warm water. He wanted to say something along the lines of I'm surprised to see you alone, don't you normally have your tongue down someone's throat at this point in the evening? solely because the insinuation behind her remark had made him uncomfortable and a little mad, but he wasn't the type to be petty. Instead he simply replied,"One of my buddies actually asked, or rather begged, me to come. I guess I'm here for moral support rather than a sober ride home tonight." Bryant shrugged, walking back over to her and holding out the damp cloth, "But the night is still young so I guess you never know what could happen."

Not bothering to go into anymore detail about who his friend was, because it wasn't really any of her business, he remembered that he still hadn't seen Zayn. He swept his eyes around the rooms that he could see and found him. The baseball player was in a corner and looked like he was being reprimanded by that one kid he was always with. Cal, Bryant thought he remembered Zayn saying that name before. Zayn's figure was swaying where he was standing and he kind of looked like he was about to be sick but it looked like the other kid had it so Bryant, in the middle of his own mess with Meg, decided he would just keep an eye on him and intervene if it looked like he needed to. He brought his eyes back to the girl in front of him.

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xxxso, i'm sorry to my unkown lover
xxxsorry that i can't believe
xxxthat i anybody ever really
xxxstarts to fall in love with me.
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A confused look on Zayn's face would appear clear to Callum. He'd get real close to Callum's face and would giggle"You're pretty. Like pretty like a girl. It's pretty cool," he'd speak before getting a concerned look on his face. Was he really like this all the time? A big rude person, unable to leave his best alone for five minutes. Internally he knew why, he was concerned for Callum. His last relationship hadn't been good, and Zayn was still certain Callum wasn't entirely healed from the scenario. His dark hazel eyes stared at Callum as he stumbled back before beginning to slur out another string of words. "I was just tryna make sure he wasn't a baddie bad like him. Just watchin out for mu bestieeeee," he'd speak before giggling again. He'd move to take another drink, before putting it down. He had his limit, he was probably gonna have to crash with Callum or someone. His parents would kill him if he came home this trashed. His parents. The reason he was drinking. He would just plop on the ground before his brain began to swim with thoughts.

He was the fuckup, the not smart one. That's why he was so dumb and bulky, and surrounded himself with girls. Because he wasn't his brother. But he was popular! He had girls at his every beck and call, but he felt empty. Because he wasn't good enough for his family. Smiles hid a lot, he'd look up to Callum with a look the other male was accustomed to by their current day and age. The look was one of deep concern, he had only really opened up to Callum (drunk) one night on his insecurities. Maybe that was why he was tied to him. Looking up to the male, he'd stare primarily at the other boy's lips. They looked kissable. But Callum wasn't a girl, so he couldn't kiss him. But what if he did? He'd just simply mumble underneath his voice about stupid pretty boys.

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xxand i thought you'd feel the same as me
xxit's time that i come clean
xxbut for now can we just both pretend to sleep?
xxsometimes the one you want is not the one you need.


Zayn's drunken comment made colour rise to Cal's cheeks. Zayn was always a lot more open when he was drunk, but even that kind of compliment was unusual. He was sure that it was innocent, just a compliment and nothing else, but how he wished it could be more. He wanted to let himself believe there was more to it. But he couldn't let himself do that. It would only result in more pain for him in the long run.

And then he said that he'd just been looking out for Callum, making sure that he wasn't like his ex. The colour in Cal's cheeks deepened, and he found himself not quite able to make eye contact and tugging on the bottom of his shirt. He'd let himself believe he wasn't in love with Zayn for the whole time he was in that relationship. And then when Zayn had intervened, opening Cal's eyes to what was really happening, Cal had fallen in the deep end once again.

Zayn sinking to the ground snapped Callum out of his thoughts, and he could see whatever was going on inside Zayn's head had changed in tempo, in mood. He sat down beside his friend, just in time to hear him mumbling something. "Hey, you wanna go outside, bud? A bit of fresh air might do you good." He asked, wanting to try and distract Zayn if nothing else.

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xxx{ gaston ; dialogue: #618989 ; outfit}

xxxso, i'm sorry to my unkown lover
xxxsorry that i can't believe
xxxthat i anybody ever really
xxxstarts to fall in love with me.
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Zayn nodded dumbly simply staring at Callum as he would stumbling to get up before finally walking towards the door. Sluggishly, but surely. As they made their way outside, Zayn would glare toward the freshmen that were outside of the house, and they'd scurry like mice. He liked that, being all powerful and fearful. But it was no wonder his only friends were Callum and the football team (most of them required to be). He's sit on the porch as he looked up towards the sky, before he could muster of the words, words began slurring from his lips.

"Why are people dumb, why am I dumb? Did I do something wrong Callie? Maybe my parents are right, I'm a dumb meathead," he spoke before he'd collapse over to Callum's shoulder, assuming he sat down with him. He'd look at the street, he was wasted. Gone. But truth escaped from his lips, as Callum could tell. He'd hum along to the song playing inside before he'd look up towards Callum's eyes and deliver a toothy grin.

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xxand i thought you'd feel the same as me
xxit's time that i come clean
xxbut for now can we just both pretend to sleep?
xxsometimes the one you want is not the one you need.


Cal followed Zayn outside, always staying that step or two behind, ready to catch him if necessary. His friend seemed steady enough on his feet, but Cal wasn't placing any bets just yet. He grinned to himself as just a look from Zayn got the freshmen to scatter. He wondered what it was like to have that kind of influence, to be known like that. Freshmen were only intimidated by Cal because he was a senior, and that wasn't enough for even the cockiest of them. But they didn't care cross Zayn.

Slowly, Cal sat down beside Zayn as his friend looked up at the stars. Callum looked up too, finding himself searching for a shooting one to make a wish. Not that his wish would come true. Even shooting stars wouldn't grant the impossible. Then Zayn started talking, his words slurring, and Callum looked back down at him. He was lost for words, even as Zayn slumped onto his shoulder. How could he explain exactly what Zayn meant to him without giving it away?

"You're not a meathead, Z." He said quietly after Zayn turned to grin at him. "Your parents are just assholes," he added with a grin. "Besides, even if you are a meathead, you're an awesome friend and teammate and all round person. That's a hell of a lot more important than being intelligent." He just prayed Zayn wouldn't remember most of this, or if he did, wouldn't think too hard about it. "You're so good with people. Literally, I'd give away my entire brain if I could be as... as charismatic, as..." he shrugged. Then he laughed to cover it up. "Guess the grass is always greener, right?"