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I need to think, and I can’t do that when the Baccarat Rouge 540 on his skin is clouding my senses.
“I have to… go. Bye.” I say, before exiting the bathroom so swiftly you could call me Barry Allen.
I’m fucked.
Absolutely monumentally screwed.
Callum
"He- He left." I say as I step back into the practice room, dazed. I don't think I've blinked or took a breath since I kissed his lightly stubbled cheek. He'll probably shave in the next day or two. But I felt it.
"What do you mean?" Scout stands, moving to the door quickly. Poking his head out and looking side to side as if he'll see his brother scurrying away in the distance.
"He left."
Scout turns back around, arms crossed. Different than how his brother was hugging himself in the bathroom. Angrier.
"What did you do?" he yells, brows furrowed.
"Nothing! I— I mean, I kissed him on the cheek—but other than that…"
Scout deflates, "Oh. Huh." he says, head turning to the side like a puppy. "He has been acting weird lately. Are you sure you didn't do anything?"
"I was acting weird the other day. Like I told you, he was there before y'all arrived but I didn't want to blow our cover so I was bein' all jumpy,"
Oliver and Scout glare.
"But I apologized! Just now, that's what I was doin'!" I shout, raising my hands like their murderous looks are genuine weapons.
"You're on thin ice Callum Francis, I didn't forget you hurt my friend once," Oliver says, pointing a finger up towards my face. "Even if I don't really know what you did." he mumbles under his breath.
Yeah, about that. I'm not telling them. I haven't forgiven myself, so I really don't need whatever input they'll have. Sure, there's the chance that after a full explanation they'll be understanding, but that outcome sucks too.
I don't want validation that what I did was okay or not my fault or whatever. I choose to wallow in my self pity. I'm much more deserving of that.
If Echo never divulged the information of what went down between us, that's his business. I thank him for his service.
"Well, we can play a few more songs with Oli on guitar, and then switch gears to CalEcho." Kellen grins when he says the last word, his— honestly, quite creative— ship name for Echo and I. It makes me smile too.
I don't know enough about our fans to know if it's truly his work, but I don't care enough to check. Kellen loves using it, and I can't blame him. I only know his and Oliver's because it's been said to their faces so many times. They've been called "Kelliver" like it's their collective name. It's Kellen's revenge.
Wherever the one for Echo and I came from I think it's cute. It sounds like a cat. I may be so obsessed because it's something involving us together, but who cares?
It's fun. I like hearing it. Hope it catches on.
"Okay, so you think this could work?"
The look Scout gives me makes me question why he's considered "the nice one".
"We literally shared a uterus? We're two halves of the same whole. I think I know him fairly well."
"Jeez, I wasn't doubting your mighty skills, O' Great Scout. I'm just worried. Can you blame me for bein' worried?"
His gaze softens, and that's when I remember. I'm glad I'm in love with Echo; Because in the alternate universe where I'm trying to win back Scout, he would be no help at all.
"I'm sorry. As much as I worry about my dumbass brother, I need to remember you're my friend too. That's why I'm helping you at all." Scout says.
"Alright, well, there's nothing else to do here. We can only help with coordination, it's time to show your ass."
