Scar Stories
You were on holiday with Cal and some of your friends from school. They’d all just left to go to the bar around the corner but you and Calum had decided that you’d stick around the villa for a little while before joining them for dinner. Your friends of course all thought that you were up to mischief but really, even though you were loving your time with your friends, you wanted some peace and quiet with Calum.
You were lying between Calum’s legs on the sun lounger, letting the sun tan your skin. Calum was rubbing your shoulders, something he always did when it was just the two of you.
“Hey, I never noticed that,” he said, you sat up and looked at him, questioningly. “Where did that scar on your shoulder come from?”
“When I was younger, a friend of my mum’s had some dogs, i went down to the field with them while mum and her friend were drinking coffee and one jumped up at me, I was only small and she was playing but she bit me as well.”
Calum nodded, listening to your story. “I never told you about that?” you asked, he shook his head and pointed to your knee,
“And this one?” You told Calum of the time that you’d gone for a run with your dad and challenged him to a race, your body ended up going faster than your legs and you went flying down the road in front of some builders. Very embarrassing for you, funny for them. Calum laughed at your clumsiness and pointed at various other scars you had, most of them were down to your own clumsiness.
The sun was beginning to dip behind the clouds and you decided that it was probably best that you both get changed for dinner, before your friends came back and dragged you out.