For Puplove13 :)
Thank you once again, Max, for helping me. We always seem to need each other's help (she wrote a paragraph in this because I couldn't figure out how to word it).
This one shot took forever to write. On Wednesday night, I wrote it until I literally passed out, then I wrote some of it in Spanish the next day, and then I left for Tennessee later that day (I live in Florida, and this coming up week is spring break for me) and wrote most of the rest of it on the road. Then wattpad deleted it.
So, if this isn't as good as it could be, I'm sorry.
It's not fair.
It just really isn't.
Ashton and Michael are always going out on dates and doing fun things, while I'm stuck at the house I live in with them and Calum.
I mean, I can leave if I want, but why would I when my crush is here?
Today is like a normal day for us; Mashton have gone out and are having fun on a cute date, and Calum and I are here, doing whatever.
Right now I'm in the living room, thinking about Calum, which is what I usually do when it's just us two in the house.
I'm trying to watch TV to distract myself before I accidentally get a boner, and watching Doctor Who is definitely helping. Right now, I'm grateful for the all the ugly creatures on that show.
"You want a sandwich?" I hear Calum call from the kitchen, and I drag my eyes away from the Weeping Angel on the screen to look at the Kiwi.
His back is turned to me, and I can see that he's frying something.
"What?" I stupidly ask.
"I'm fixing a grilled cheese. Do you want one?"
"Oh, uh, sure." I stand and stretch, and when I glance back at the TV I see that the Weeping Angel has gotten closer to the screen. I shriek, then place a hand over my racing heart when I remember that I'm watching TV, not Netflix, and I didn't pause the show.
"You okay?" Calum asks. I can hear the laugher in his voice.
Instead of replying, I pad quietly to the kitchen in my sock-clad feet and slink up behind Cal, looping my arms around his waist.
He jumps, but relaxes when he notices that it's me, and he uses a spatula to flip the grilled cheese sandwich he's making.
"Don't blink," I whisper in his ear. "Don't even blink. Blink, and you're dead."
I suddenly realize just how close we are, and my heart starts pounding. I can feel Calum's warm skin through my shirt, and I involuntarily wrap my arms tighter around him.
"Luke, what are you-"
"Shh," I say softly, staring at the smooth skin of his neck.
Calum turns the burner off, and then stands completely still.
The only problem here, is that I don't know if Calum is gay or not. The two of us cuddle a lot, and we even joke about who would top if we ever got together, but I sometimes catch him staring at girl's bums or boobs. It just really confuses me, which is why I've never made a move on him.
Until now.
I slowly lean towards him, and when my lips are centimeters away from his neck, I pause and look at him. He's looking straight ahead, and I look at him as I gently press my lips to his neck.
He shivers. I hope it's because of my lip ring, and not because he's disgusted or something.
"Cal," I whisper, "I-"
