Felicite's P.O.V.
"...Yeah, Mikey's a great brother, he's just..." I started.
"Way too overprotective, yeah," Calum agreed. "He needs to cool off."
"He wasn't always like this," I mumbled.
"No?"
"Nope. He used to be ok till I was about 7. I started to get bullied in school and he got llike this. He's never been the same."
"Wow, you must have been seriously bullied for his to turn like that."
"I was. The first time I got bullied I was around 7 and other 7-year-olds were already telling me really harsh stuff."
"Woah."
"Hm... But, really, Michael acts like I'm still seven, he won' let me do the stuff I should be able to do. Now that he's away so much I can more, cause my parents aren't like him, but when he comes back it's like I'm put back into kindergarten!" I huffed. Calum laughed.
"My parents used to be like that."
"Really?"
"Yeah, but when we became a band and stuff they eventually gave up trying to keep me "safe". I'm not saying you should be in a band so that Mike leaves you alone," he added, and I giggled."Nah, singing's not my thing anyway, I'm more into art."
"Did you do this?" He pointed at my previously drawn 5SOS tally sign.
"Yeah."
"It's really good!"
"Thanks!" I felt my cheeks go hot.
"I always though Michael was so carefree, until today..."
"Yeah, he didn't want me to meet you."
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah, god knows why. When he finds you in here he'll probably murder you then me; he doesn't let me near any guy. It's so annoying."
"He needs to calm down!"
"Tell me about it. I haven't ever had a boyyfriend cause of him." Calum raised his eyebrows, obviously surprised. "By the way, don't tell him I said any of this," I added, biting my lip. "He'll get even worse." He chuckled.
"Draw me something."
"What, now?"
"Yeah."
"What do you want me to draw?"
"Me."
"You?" I laughed. "Alright. In cartoon or real?"
"Cartoon." I got to work.
I took a while to finish, it was hard to do all the details. Calum had long gone into a stupor, he was looking around my room and touchhing my stuff. When I finished, I called him up. "Calum!"
"Yeah?"
"It's done." He skidded over and took a look.
"It's really good." He stated.
"You think?"
He nodded. "Yeah."
"You can keep it if you like," I tossed the piece of paper to it.
"Yay!" he excaimed. He was so cute! "You have really nice eyes..." he muttered, looking into them. "Thank you," I smiled slightly, feeling myself blush again. He edged a Little closer to me.
I don't know what he was about to do next; Michael came in th room. "Um, Calum, what are you doing here?" He asked firmly.
"I was - "
"He left this piece of paper in here," I said quickly, signalling the drawing in Calum's hand. "He just wanted to get it back, isn't that right, Calum?"
"Yeah."
"Hm.." Mike mumbled, not convinced. "Well, anyway, you guys have to go, right?" Calum looked at his watch. "Yeah! Wow, it's late. Bye, Mike. Bye, Felicicte." As he left the room, he mouthed, "I'll text you". I blushed. I had written my number on the side of the paper.

Calum's P.O.V.
"Calum, leave Felicite alone." Michael said seriously.
"Um... ok?" I replied, confused.
"I know you want something to do with her, leave her lone," he repeated.
"Relax, big guy, I don't want anything to do with her," I said, trying to look serious.
"I hope so."
"Bye," I said, walking out the door.
"Bye."

Notes