Washing day

Callum sat in the laundry room of the New Hawaii hotel naked, the door locked. In the dryer were his only clothes. The same clothes he’d stolen from Top Shop after he’d woken up from his coma and before dragging Mel around the ship.
 
Callum thought about Mel, she annoyed him. He never liked emo’s anyway and she defiantly needed to loosen up a little. But for some reason, when she was around he felt… comfortable. He hadn’t revealed it to any of the team but since waking up he had constantly felt scared and uncertain. It had been a matter of weeks and he was no closer to finding out ‘who’ he was. Sure he knew what he’d done in the past but he knew deep down that he was a new person… He was desperate to know who. He knew that the ‘cheerful’ and ‘cheeky’ front he’d put up for the others wasn’t real; he also knew that something was wrong.
 
He had defiantly become more stable though, no violent mood swings at least.  And as he took his clothes out of the drier he and dressed, he decided to go visit Mel… Setting himself the challenge of making his new ‘friend’ smile.
 
A few miniutes later he approached the hotel room door. Pausing a moment before knocking to wipe some tears away and covering his look of pain and confusion with the cheeky smile that people were more accustomed to. Then he knocked on the door and waited….
 
<TAG Mel>
 
OOC: just so everyone knows – Callum_Armour@... is my msn, Callum_Armour1@... is my Yahoo. Mel I’ve added you on Yahoo but im still waiting to be approved for your friend list.
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