Josh's POV
Best friends
*edited*

Callum always was the tough one out of the two of us, he was the one that got into constant fights and the one that was not afraid to speak his voice.

He was 16 and I was 16, he was born on June 12th and I was born on July 2nd. His mom used to be friends with my mom and that's how we met.

Back before his parents fell off the ringer and Callum was left astray.

Callum's phone buzzed on the table as he was in the middle of eating his burger.

He let out a moan and looked at me.

"Ansr t Ples." He muffles out, his face full of burger.

I nod my head, pressing the on button and placing it down, turning it on speaker.

"Hey." Callum muffles out.

"What are you sucking dick or something? I'm confused, what's going on over there?" A familiar Australian voice echoes out.

I knew that voice.

"Callum is currently absorbing a burger, but there's always me to have a grand conversation with." I say, watching as Callum inelegantly inhales down a burger.

"Josh! Long time no talk, her, is it your dick Callum's sucking? Or someone else?"

I shake my head, "Like I said just a minute ago, Craner, he's eating a burger." 

"Awh man, alright mate, uh, Callum, take me off of speaker phone, I have to talk to you about Maria."

That gets Callum to quickly swallow his food and place the phone to his ear.

Who was Maria? I ask myself. Callum only had one sister, how did Craner know her? Why didn't I know her?

I rolled my eyes at myself, there was curiosity and then there was what I was doing. 

"Is she alright? I heard about the car crash from Mitch." Callum says, glancing at me and mouthing 'I'll tell you in a sec.'

I nod my head, feeling slightly relieved that he was gonna fill me in.

"Ah that's good, how's she doing?" Callum asks, running a hand through his black hair.

Unlike all of my features Callum adorned all the good genes in both his average parents - talk about unfair. 

His eyes were a majestic green while his parents were brown (don't even get me started on how unfair science felt like being while making Callum).

His hair was Black his parents had boring brown to match their eyes, his face was chiseled and his features hard while his parents had soft and curvy features, probably from one too many beers. He was also extremely fit, while his parents sat around all day and whine about the fact that McDonald's Ice Cream machine never worked.

Me, on the other hand, I got all the average genes from my average family. Chestnut hair, brown eyes, normal face structure, normal body type, normal-ish height, and more importantly normal boring personality.

Callum never thought that though, he always chose me in dodgeball as kids because (even though we were best friends) he said it was because I looked like I could throw. I can't. But he always chose me, each time telling me positive things about my physical appearance.

It was always awkward when I stood near Callum, that's because, while I sit at 5'11, Callum adorned the impossible height of 6'4.

He was the perfect guy, but he was still a virgin - despite what many think - and he was still a kind, innocent guy on the inside, and he never broke a girls heart even though he doesn't date, he always has a good reason as to why he gets into fights. It was obvious why girls loved him.

Callum puts down the phone, "So you remember how Craner had a wife name Lily?" He asks, placing a French Fry in his mouth.

I nod my head, watching as he pushes some of his hair out of his face.

"Well, he cheated basically, on Lilly. Hence the 'had', past tense." He laughs at his own bluntness, "And he got Lilly's sister pregnant - that's Maria - and then she got into a car accident and he was calling me to update me. She's okay, in the hospital and the doctor said that the baby should be fine." 

I make a face, "Wow, that's... awful, the car accident, I mean. It's good that the baby's okay." I say, reaching over and quickly stealing one of Callum's fries, watching as he rolls his eyes but turns the fry container towards me.

"Yeah Craner's upset, but he's acting like he's not. The fucking idiot." He said, taking a drink of his sprite/lemonade. 

"Sounds like someone else I know," I grumbled and he flipped me off. 

My eyes caught his knuckles again, they looked swollen and awful. Callum has gotten into so many fights in the past, never once did his knuckles look like this, not this bad.

"Hey, did you only get into a fight with your dad last night?" I ask, suddenly very concerned with his knuckles and as painful as they looked.

He clenched his fists unknowingly before releasing them and flexing them. I'm almost positive I heard them crack.

"No, but," He sighed, "I was mad and, well, it doesn't matter." 

I frowned, "It does matter. What'd you do?" 

He examined the busted knuckled, "Nothing too bad. I just hit it on the door-" he glared at me when I gave him a 'really' look. "No, I'm being serious. I was mad and I slammed the door and my hand was there and it got caught." 

I leaned back crossing my arms. 

"I'm not lying!" He said defensively and I recognized the tone of his voice enough to know that he wasn't. 

Unless he got better at acting, in which case things were a lot more difficult. 

He placed his hand next to mine on the table, shrugging, looking at them. 

They were so close to mine and I wanted to run my fingers over the peeling skin. 

I cringed, "How does this not bother you? You should stop fighting with your dad, what if he kicks you out?"

He rolls his eyes, "You sound like my mom." He teases.

"You mean the mom that fucked a cow?" I ask, kicking my feet on to his booth.

"Hey! I am not part cow!" He says defensively.

The waiter walked by, asked if everything was good and I had to answer since Callum was too interested in talking about how he was most definitely not part cow. 

"If my mom fucked a cow I doubt I'd-" he stops, "Actually, now that I think about it Yeah, maybe she did, because there is no way the man she married is human." He shakes his head scrunching up his nose.

"Whatever, lets go before your mom gets horny and starts searching the fields." I say, standing up and shuffling out of the booth.

Callum laughs loudly, "At least my mom didn't find her husband at the comic book store looking for avengers porn." He says, a cheeky grin still on his face from my joke.

"It was not porn!" I begin to defend before stopping, "Actually I lied, it probably was porn." I say, thinking about how my mom specifically avoided telling me what he was looking for.

Callum lets out another laugh as we continue towards the car.

I'm 16, and unlike Callum, I have parents that give me stuff. They bought me a car before Callum even thought about getting one, but because I'm a nice friend and Callum and I already agreed that, when we learned to drive, he'd pick me up everyday, I wouldn't drive my car unless I was meeting him somewhere or he wasn't going to school and I was, or I was doing something without him.

Which let's be honest, when was I ever doing something without Callum?

Callum's car was nicer than mine anyway, he got it from his uncle who is practically loaded and has been fighting tooth and nail to come back into Callum's life.

But Callum didn't trust his uncle and honestly, I didn't either. 

"Lets get crackers and go relax and watch horror movies." Callum suggest practically trembling in excitement at getting crackers.

Callum really loves crackers.

In the third grade I got him crackers for his birthday and he cried.

"Fine, Fine." I huff. "But does it have to be horror?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Of course it has to be horror, Josh. I know that you get scared, but don't worry okay? The crackers will protect us." He stopped and humned before shrugging, "Well they'll protect me, I don't really know about you."

Callum always says 'if we eat crackers we have to watch something scary, that way if we scream our mouth is dry and it's a better scream'.

"Wow thanks for caring so much about me." I said with an eye roll.

Callum grinned, "You're welcome. It's hard having as big a heart as I do."

We stopped at Walmart, grabbing Ritz and salted and all types of crackers.

Even from behind I could see Callum's mouth drooling, he was like a little kid in a candy shop. 

"Do you want anything?" He asked, tugging me away from the check out isles.

"Not really? Why?"

He hummed, "I just figured you could buy my crackers and I'll buy you something."

I smiled at him, placing a hand on my heart, "Oh how noble of you, sir Callum. You could buy me gummies. I like gummies."

"I know you do." Callum said before rolling his eyes, "Although it's weird because you don't like chocolate and I have never heard of a sane person not liking chocolate."

"Of course you haven't, you don't have any other friends but me."

Callum laughed, "That's so brutal." He faked hurt, placing his hands over his heart. 

There was a silence before Callum and I both said, "It's true though." 

We laughed and I ran a hand through my hair, "Honestly, you need to be more social. I can't be there for you all the time." I teased and we both knew I was teasing because... well, I was literally there 24/7.

"Awfully rude for someone about to buy you gummies."

"You don't have to buy me gum-"

"These ones?" He cut me off, holding up a bag of gummy worms.

My focus was now less on trying to win our little 'argument' and more on the types of gummies. "Yeah, and life savors?"

"Any more?" He asked, as I shook my head. "Here get another gummy worm one." He said handing me another pack.

"Why?" I asked, looking at the three bags of gummies.

"So that it's more equal to the crackers." He explained in such a normal voice I would think that he was actually being serious for once in his life.

I rolled my eyes, yeah right.

After checking out Callum practically threw open the cracker box and plastic and shoved them into his mouth, moaning as he chewed them slowly, he started the car.

"Mmm." He says like a little kid, "Crackers fucking rock."

I ate my gummies like a sane person, "Crackers aren't rocks." I mocked jokingly, "They're crackers."

Callum laughed, "That's the dumbest shit I've ever heard."

"I literally said that your mom fucked a cow and that's the dumbest thing you heard today?"

He snickered, "Well every time you open your mouth it just seems to get dumber and dumber..."

I smiled as we pulled out of the parking lot, "You must rub off on me too much then, huh?" 

Callum burst into laughter, cracker dust going everywhere and I cringed, instantly scolding him.

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