"Go back to Luke," he says. Callum takes a few seconds to process it, then he smiles and starts walking towards Luke. He finds a hidden memory, one which tells him where Luke is.
As Callum walks through the schoolyard, he can't help but feel out of place. Here he is: a tiny femboy with a cat ear headband, dressed in a maid outfit. Walking through a school of towering figures in uniform. But strangely enough, nobody stares like it's the norm. 'Then again. It probably is right now,' he thinks to himself as his Mary Janes clop on the concrete.
Callum walks up beside Luke and feels strange. He's never really talked to him, let alone hung out with him. Not to mention he now towers over the femboy maid. Luke turns and smiles, "You got that done faster than expected."
"What?"
"I was expecting it to take you until the end of the day."
"And?"
"Nothing. Just means you get to hang out with me."
"Think your maid can get me a drink?" Asks Jake, Luke's best friend.
"Sure. But his name's Callum," replies Luke.
"Can Callum please get me a drink."
Luke looks at Callum. Callum nods his head, "What do you want?"
"Some orange juice," replies Jake. Luke hands Callum some money to buy the juice and sends him on his way.
A few minutes later. Jake is drinking his orange juice. Callum is sitting below Luke, looking up. "Man," says Jake, "I need to get a maid of my own. So useful."
"Maybe you should," replies Luke, "But they're not cheap."
"And I want one just as, if not cuter, than Callum." Callum looks up and blushes.
The end of lunch bell rings. Luke and his friends sigh. Callum stands up and starts following Luke back to class.