For You I Would Steal Time

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Credit: lukeinallhisglory

Don't you just hate when people respond with lol...like how tHE FÜCK AM I SUPPOSED TO CONTINUE A CONVERSATION WHEN YOU RESPOND WITH LOL

AND THEN YOU GET MAD BECAUSE I DIDN'T RESPOND AND SAY I CANT CARRY ON A CONVERSATION BUT BITCH ITS YOU WHO CANT CARRY A CONVERSATION

fight me

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"Lukey?" Calum called from somewhere else in the house.

"Living room," I called back. "Where are you?"

"I'm coming to you," Calum answered and then there were footsteps on the stairs and Calum bounded into the room, dropping down beside me on the couch.

"Hi," I giggled, letting him take the soda out of my hand and take a sip.

"Hey." He smiled and set the glass down on the coffee table.

"What's up?"

"I finished it."

"Finished what?"

"The song I was writing. I finally got a bridge. Still needs your input, but it's done." Calum looked pleased with himself and it made me smile.

"Ok, where's my guitar?" I started to sit up.

"Nah, not now," Calum tugged me back down, pulling me into his chest. I blushed furiously, but didn't fight it, leaning back into him. "Watching anything good?"

I shook my head, handing him the remote. "Want to watch a movie?"

"Mm, sure." His arm circled around my waist to point the remote at the TV as he pulled up Netflix.

"Cal?"

"Hm?"

"You're beautiful," I mumbled out before I could stop myself.

He froze briefly and then relaxed. "Thanks, Lukey," he chuckled.

"I'm sorry," I started to sit up out of his arms.

"No, no, no. Come on, Luke. It's fine. Where are you going?" He tugged at my hand and I let him stop me, but I didn't sit back against him.

"I shouldn't have said that."

"Why not? If you think it, then why can't you say it? If you can't say that to me, then who can you say it to?"

"I don't know, I shouldn't have said anything, I'm an idiot," I mumbled feeling tears pressing behind my eyes.

"You don't have to censor yourself with me." I turned around to look at him. "I don't mind, really." And I darted forward and pressed my lips to his. He was still for a beat, but then he kissed me back, pulling me into his lap. We kissed fervently for a few moments, and then I jumped off of him, stumbling up off of the couch and away.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled again, my face bright red.

Calum chuckled. "I've been wanting to do that, but I didn't want to push you."

"I've been trying to figure it all out before I said anything to you," I explained.

"And did you?"

"I'm gay."

"You're sure?"

"Pretty sure."

"Ok. Good."

"I don't know what you're thinking, but I think I love you," I said quietly.

"I love you, too," Calum grinned at me.

"Would you want to like...go out sometime...or something...?" I mumbled.

"Yeah, ok," He chuckled. "Luke, we've known each other for like 10 years, I think we can just say we're dating now."

"Didn't know if you'd want that," I shrugged.

"I've never said I love you before," He commented nonchalantly.

"No, me neither. But I've never really opened myself up to it."

"I'm glad you're doing it with me," Calum said quietly.

"Well, you were kind of an accident."

He laughed. "You kind of were too."

"Sorry, I probably shouldn't have said that," I blushed.

"No, it's alright."

"I'm nervous," I admitted.

He smiled and reached for my hand. "Come on, I was promised a movie," he tugged me back to the couch and I sat down next to him. "Ok if I...?" Calum asked as his arm wrapped around my waist again. I nodded and he smiled. "I'm proud of you," he murmured, kissing my cheek.

"Thanks," I blushed. "I'm just glad I had you to go by. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't gone through it all first."

"Happy to help."

"This doesn't feel so different," I murmured, tucking myself into him.

"No, it doesn't."

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I'm craving chipotle

Call me a basic white bïtch cause I am💁🏼

qotd: what is your chipotle order (if you eat it of course)

aotd: well it's pretty simple, I get a bowl with white rice, no beans, chicken, sour cream, and extra cheese cause I love the cheese and then a bag of chips. And I eat the chips by themselves because they're just that good (and I don't like guac sorry)

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