Band Tees ~ 5 Seconds of Summer

One boy with too many soccer trophies, one boy with too much hair dye, one boy with too many drum sticks, one boy with too much ego, and one girl with too many band tees.


11. XI

Having The Amity Affliction blaring through my speakers made it hard for me to hear anything that wasn’t right next to my ear; yet I still managed to hear my phone (of all ring tones it was Marimba. Fucking Marimba. I had tried to change it but I was never a technologically savvy person, so I hadn’t been able to); or maybe it was just my spidey senses that knew Calum was calling.

After the formalities of ‘Hi, how are you? I’m good, thanks, how are you? I’m good’ were over and I had turned down my music, Calum got to the reason of his call.

“I wanted to know if you wanted to hang out?” He asked.


“Yeah, if you’re free. This new music store in the city opened up and it’s in what used to be an abandoned house and they kept all the graffiti and shit so it looks really cool. And since I know you’re like obsessed with music, I though you would want to come along.”

Calum’s description of the store had me more than interested and I almost instantly responded with a, “Yes!”

After a small, yet funny, joke of how eager I was, we slipped into a normal conversation. It wasn’t until the end that Calum said, “I can’t wait for our date tomorrow,” and I squealed in response.

I had hoped for the squeal to be silent, or at least that Calum hadn’t heard it, but with my bad luck, there was no way of that happening. Calum being the gentleman and cutie he is, hurriedly asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Just... A date.”

“Yeah. A date. Is that okay?”

“Oh, it’s more than okay. Wait, shit, pretend I didn’t say that.”

“Pretend you didn’t say what?” Calum giggled. That was another reason to love Calum. His complete sweetness and allowing me to correct my cheesy mistakes (although at the end of the call Calum made sure to tell me that it wasn’t a mistake, and that he liked it).

“Tomorrow as a date would be wonderful, Calum. I look forward to it.”

“Same.” And I could genuinely hear Calum smiling through the phone.


Despite my mum having shown no interest in my date before, on the day she was so excited.

“You’re going on a date!” She exhaled as her hands fluttered over my clothes. “I can’t believe it. My little girl is all grown up.”

I groaned in response.

“I’m sorry, sweetie, but I’m so excited for you. Why didn’t you tell me before?”

And there it was. I had told my mum of the date and I had told her of Calum and I had told her how much I liked him. She just never listened, on if it was convenient to her.

“I did tell you, mum. You didn’t listen.”

But just as she opened her mouth to speak (no doubt to say something ridiculous and stupid) the doorbell rang and my mother was quickly pushing me out of my room and to the front door.

My mum beat me into opening the door but stood back once she had. She held out her hand before saying, “Hi, I’m Cath, Sam’s mum. And you are?”

Calum grabbed her hand, shook it, and said, “Calum. It’s nice to meet you.” He obviously didn’t see the discomfort in my eyes when he looked over at me and smiled.

“Oh, what a gentleman,” my mum gushed as she dropped his hand. “So where are you taking my daughter?” That was the first of many questions and all I could do was stand to the side and hope the questions would end soon. Calum must have answered them well as soon mum stopped talking and allowed Calum and I to leave (but no before joining her hands to make a heart symbol and look through it).

“I am so sorry about that,” I apologised profusely, annoyed (and, admittedly, embarrassed) at my mum’s interrogation. “I didn’t expect her to be that overbearing-”

“She honestly wasn’t that bad,” Calum interrupted.

“But still... It’s just that it’s been so long since I went on a date. Normally I’d just go to parties and hook up with guys.” I shrugged.

“We got together at a party after hooking up,” Calum pointed out.

“But I didn’t hook up with you just because of your looks. Also, I did proclaim my liking for you before.”

“True, true,” Calum said as he nodded. “So... Did you hook up with a lot of guys?”

“Not sure, but I had sex with only a few of them.”

“You’re not a virgin?” Calum’s tone made me instantly regret telling him of my previous sex life.

I shook my head as a response. I suppose by my short and stoic answer Calum could tell that something had upset me.

“There’s nothing wrong with that, of course.” The words rushed out of his mouth.

“Yeah, I know. Can we change the subject?”

And of course Calum obeyed and steered the conversation to music.


The building in front of Calum and I was tall, yet skinny, with the roof half caved in and bricks littered the ground. Graffiti covered the norther part of the front face, and the album art from many different artists covered the windows. Inside it smelt musky, like the basement of a house or a room in a retirement home. There was also a faint scent of piss, which I guessed was from the fact it used to be abandoned.

“This place is awesome,” I breathed as I looked at the rows upon rows of vinyls and CD’s.

“I know, right?” Calum agreed as he took my hand in his. “Should we start at the beginning?”

I nodded my head and drug Calum to the first aisle. The CD’s were split into genres, then sub-genres, and then finally artists (thankfully the CD’s were still in alphabetical order and hadn’t been misplaced yet by customers).

It was in the third aisle (indie and alternative music) that I saw it. It was hard to miss and my eyes easily glided over it without a second though. But it didn’t take long for the white cover with the broken clay hand to register in my brain.

I took a tentative step towards it, followed by another, and then two more until I was standing right in front of it. As I picked it up carefully with bother hands, it struck me how weird this must look to Calum. Here I was, in the middle of a music store, holding an album like I was Rafiki and it was Simba.

“Sorry, this must look weird,” I said after turning to face Calum.

“Nah, it’s okay. That album must be special to you, I get it.” Calum shrugged nonchalantly.

“It’s just... This was my dad’s favourite album and it’s really hard to find because Chet Faker isn’t very popular, and this is his only album.”

“It’s cool, Sam. Really.” Calum smiled. “I love the face that you’re so attached to this one album and that you’re so in to music. It works really well with my music obsession.”

“Thanks, Cal,” I said softly before pulling him into a hug. We stood there for a little while, our arms wrapped around each other, my head nuzzled into his neck.

“Let’s buy these albums, yeah?” Calum asked, his voice quiet. I nodded my head, wiping away the few tears that had formed. He then tugged me to the front of the store and bought his three album. I quickly paid for the five I had picked up and met Calum out the front.

We joined hands and began walking around aimlessly, not going any place in particular. It was quite a relaxing afternoon.

I was actually disappointed when we were laying side by side in the Botanical Gardens and Calum noted that it was getting late so we should get home.

I reluctantly agreed and we made our separate ways home.


It wasn’t until I was in my room, collapsed on my bed, that I realised Calum had made the perfect date for me and made it even better with his presence. He made me smile and brought me happiness. He was my definition of perfect and I could honestly say that I liked him so, so much.


Okay I rewrote this chapter and I feel so much happier with it, like it's not complete shit. Do you guys think it's better? Please let me know because I love hearing from you guys.

I hope you guys are having a great day. Love ya, bye!

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