what you had with music major!calum wasn’t anything serious -- considering you two started making music of your own between the sheets after you’d approached him at the local coffee shop you frequented, where he usually performed on open mic night -- but you thought that he at least liked you as a person (enough to continuously hook up with you anyway), which was why you were baffled when he started avoiding you like the plague and all but went ghost on you. you’d see him around the music building and he’d duck into one of the classrooms, which actually had a class in session once, but that didn’t stop him from continuing to hide away from you. or you’d see him at the local coffee shop and he’d immediately stop what he was doing -- usually writing in his notebook -- and scramble out of the shop. you even tried texting him. normally, you only ever texted him when you were in the mood to hook up, but even your (almost) completely innocent and friendly text saying, “just picked up oasis on vinyl. wanna listen together?” had gone ignored.
no matter how many times you replayed every second you’d spent with calum and every conversation you’d had with him, you just couldn’t figure out what you’d done wrong, what you’d done to warrant this sort of behavior and treatment from him. the only conclusion you could come to was that perhaps he’d met someone he actually had more than just a sexual interest in and this was his way of ending relations with you, which seemed dickish to you and you wished he could’ve just said so -- because you would’ve understood -- instead of just ignoring your existence, but you were glad that at least you weren’t head over heels for him because him blowing you off would’ve hurt worse if you were. with this in mind, you continue on with your life as it had been before your little fling with calum. you all but forgot about him except for the few times your paths crossed and he’d scurry away each time.
when you’re woken up by a knock on your door in the middle of the night -- thinking it was just your roommate and she’d either forgotten her key or was too drunk to use her key -- you’re surprised to find...well, no one. instead, on the floor, is a cd, the title, “everything i didn’t say,” written in rather familiar handwriting. there’s no track list on the back of the cd, but instead, an unsigned note with the same handwriting, telling you, “i know i cut ties with you out of the blue and with no explanation and i’m sure you wondered why. the reason is that it just got to be too much and i didn’t know what to do with my feelings. i know the logical thing would’ve been to just tell you, but i’ve never been too good with articulating my feelings...so i wrote you these songs to tell you how i feel instead.”
for classifiedluke and peacetealuke‘s art major!5sos night
