Squishes Cannot Be Broken

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"I'm better friends with Cas than you!" That simple sentence was all it took for Jace to attempt murder.

When Jace got back to the flat, Callum was sitting at the table working. He glanced up when he saw the door upon, mutter a "hey" and returned to working before registering Jace's bruised and swollen face, stopping and looking back up at Jace. "Oh my fucking God."

"It's not that bad." Jace tried to brush it off and went to the cupboard. "We got any food?"

Callum sighed. "Yes, we have food. But seriously Jace, what the actual fuck happened? And don't try to cut the 'fell down the stairs' crap, I've fallen down stairs and I know you don't come away from it looking like you've been tortured by Satan themself."

"She deserved it." Was Jace's reply.

"Oh my God Jace, don't tell me you killed someone." Callum was growing worried by this point.

"No, although I wish I had." Jace grabbed a bag of crisps and a chocolate bar and sat down opposite Callum. "But OK, but like, she was all like 'I'm closer with Cas than you' for no fucking reason other than she thinks I have a crush on Cas and I was like 'what the fuck asshole you don't have to be a dick about it' and she was like 'I'm glad you and Cas aren't closer I don't think Cas likes you' and I was just like 'THAT IS IT' then Cas pulled me away from the shithead and now they knows I was fighting over them and just... just... AAARRRGGHHH!!!!!!!!!" Jace threw the (thankfully unopened) crisp bag across the kitchen at the door.

Callum stared at Jace for a couple of seconds before sighing and pushing his work away from him. "Jace. Seriously man she was an ass, yes, but you don't fight over who is better friends with someone. Like, she was probably making it up anyway. I'm sure Cas views both of you as her friends, and who has a friendship ranking order, anyway-" Callum was cut off by Jace's phone ringing, who picked it up and saw it was Cas trying to call and just launched the phone across the room. "Jace, what the fuck. You have got to stop reacting so dramatically." Callum, by this point, was exhausted. "It's been two weeks since this whole squish thing started. Will. You. Just. Talk. To. Them."

Jace was about to respond when the landline rang, which Callum got up to answer. "Oh, hey Cas. What's that? You wanna speak to Jace?" Callum glanced over at Jace, who was frantically signalling to cut off. "Yeah she's in, doesn't want to talk but I'll pass you on." Jace groaned and reluctantly accepted the phone being forced into her hands.

"Um, hi Cas." Jace visibly winced as Cas began talking at a high speed in that "I-am-worried-about-you-because-you're-my-friend-but-holy-shit-you-messed-up-big-time" tone. "I-I'm fine, really. I ju- Yeah I know. Sorry. OK. Sorry. Sorry, I'll stop apologising now. Sorry." This continued on for some time before they finally finished talking, or, rather, until Cas finished talking and Jace's mumbling had become too quiet to hear.

"How'd it go?" Callum asked when Jace sat back down at the table.

"Awkward. Cas probably hates me now. Is there any food?"

"I doubt Cas hates you. There's crisps by the door and chocolate next to you."

"You sound like a mother pretending to care. What are you doing that's so important, anyway?"

Callum tapped his paperwork with his purple Muji pen. "I prefer being a father pretending to care" he mused, "and I'm revising Hiragana symbols 'a' to 'ko'." Jace yawned at that, saying that it sounded boring and veterinary was way more interesting. "Nah, high school ruined biology for me. Hate the subject." Callum replied.