Callum's story- kind of. I'm using bits from Here Comes Trouble 'cos some of it is OK and I can work with those bits; the rest I'm kind of scraping. Apologies if I don't update this weekend- I'll try to- but I'm at a friend's pretty much all weekend, so yay! :P

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He was the middle triplet. Sometimes, this was considered a bit of a horrible status, being neither the older triplet with the authority or the younger one with the most leeway. For Callum, being the middle triplet and youngest boy of the family wasn't that much of a problem. He was a pain in the neck and proud of it.

Sitting with Lilly and Sage later that day, Callum realised how annoying he really was. His two sisters were paying him no attention, working through their homework together as they always did. He was supposed to be doing his too, but it had wanted to be a plane and sit on the wardrobe. Theo had already done his, the nerd, and hadn't let Callum copy. The older triplet was a strange combination of Callum and Lilly, annoying and smart.

"I'm bored." Callum announced. "Can I go out?"

"No." The girls replied firmly, not looking up from their physics equations. Callum slouched sulkily in his seat, huffing and folding his arms over his chest. "You have to wait for Theo." Lilly elaborated kindly.

"He's going to be ages though. Why can't I go out on my own?" They looked up then, fixing him with an identical sea green and bland stare. Callum scowled at the pair of them, swivelling in the swivel chair and placing his feet on Sage's desk. "It's not even up to you." He grumbled.

"No, it's not." Sage agreed. "But Mom and Dad said you're not allowed out alone."

"I'll be good." But he didn't sound very convincing, even to himself.

He wasn't trusted to go anywhere by his lonesome. He was a kleptomaniac, a strong case of it. Not like Piper had been, using charmspeak. Callum couldn't resist picking pockets or taking things from shelves in stores. He particularly liked raiding lockers, guessing codes and trying to pry the doors open. Theo was best at detecting Callum was up to no good, so it was no wonder Callum wasn't allowed anywhere without him.

A red book on Sage's desk caught his attention. He had seen this book before, usually heavily guarded by the owner. How many times had he tried to steal this and failed, coming away with severe bruises?

Sage and Lilly were immersed once again in their work. He braved nudging the book closer with his foot, silently speculating what its contents might be.

It took a full minute to retrieve the book undetected. He caught it deftly and flicked to a random page.

His dyslexia played up, so he didn't get to read all of it, but he understood enough to determine it was a letter from Sage to Charlie.

Closing the book, Callum's annoyance ebbed away into a desolated emptiness. Charlie had practically been another older brother to him. Callum would never admit this aloud, but he had idolised Charlie. He loved how that whatever was in Charlie's path- even death- he encountered with a smile, a bunch of silly jokes and his precious chocolate cake.

Callum wished he was a bit more like that. He had a temper; he knew that. Charlie never lost his temper- he didn't have one. He was always so amusing and so mellow. Nothing fazed him.

He placed the letter journal back into its original place and spun in his seat, jumping to his feet.

"You're not allowed out." Sage reminded him.

"I know." He sighed, irritation sparking in his chest. "I'm hungry." He left the pair to their work and went to plead his father for food.

Sorry it's short, but I think they will be for a while :/