baby boy⇔ot4

wet puppy

calum walked outside of the cafe holding his caramel frappé in his hands. 

as he turned down the main street  that cut through most of campus rain started to tumble out of the sky.

    "oh for fucks sake!" calum groaned not having an umbrella to shield himself from the large droplets pelting him. 

when he reached the library ten minutes later, he was soaked to the bone.

he shivered as he stepped into the highly air conditioned building. 

great, time to write a paper.

as calum typed his thesis water continued to drip from his still-soaked hair to his computer and written rough draft. 

he tried shaking it out but all it did was create more drops on his work. 

    "god dammit," he mumbled getting up to go to the bathroom and deal with it and to change into his drier yoga clothes.

as he walked he heard sloshing from his poor, adorable adidas tennis shoes. 

they were quite drenched from the rain, which wasn't supposed to start until later in the afternoon.

his whole outfit was soggy which was disappointing because he felt very cute today. 

either way, calum weaved through the book cases looking for the bathrooms. 

deep in thought calum didn't noticed the boy standing in the aisle in front of him, walking right into him.

his glasses fell to the floor and he dropped down to look for them feeling more flustered than ever.

    "i'm so sorry oh my god," calum groaned still trying to find them.

    "here," the blurry boy said placing calum's glasses back on the bridge of nose. 

    "thanks," calum said standing up and slinging his gym bag back over his shoulder. 

looking at the boy clearly now, calum saw how beautiful and attractive he was.

    "fuck you dropped your books," calum said picking up the books scattered on the floor. 

    "its no problem, really. nice meeting you," the pale boy with crazy navy blue hair smiled. 

    "i'm calum and oh god look at that wet mark I left on you," calum giggled looking at the spot where his drenched shirt touched his perfectly dry one.

    "i'm michael and its perfectly fine i promise," he smiled laughing at how flustered calum was. 

    "i'd offer you my sweatshirt but it's not in very good condition right now," calum groaned still dripping wet. 

    "you look freezing here just take mine," michael said taking the shirt wrapped around his waist and handing it to calum. 

    "thanks," calum grinned before excusing himself to change. 

when he went into the bathroom he exhaled heavily, glad to have that over with.

even though he'd embarrassed himself, the boy had still given calum the flannel wrapped around his waist. 

calum slid his wet jeans off along with his sopping sweatshirt throwing them into his bag.