"half a pound reeses cup"

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Monday.

After we left Michael and the girl to doing laundry, we delivered all the cupcakes, made our way to the bank and I updated my little notebook of orders and such. And now were on an adventure for food.

"McDonald's?" I shook my head no in response as we sat in a random Target parking lot scrolling through our phones.

"Wendy's?"

"Nah," he sighed. "Pizza?"

"And wings?" I look up at him hopefully. He laughs and nods in response as I start the car and he orders the food so we would get home around the same time the food got there. Once we had gotten to the house, I got sodas and chips. I handed Cal some cash to pay for the food, he didn't take it at first but he gave up and took it.

"What movie should we watch?"

"Divergent?" I grab the movie, he shrugged and put in the the DVD. We sat on the couch, wing sauce on around our mouths and chip crumbs on our laps. We were definitely pigs, I didn't really care about how I looked around him because I was comfortable and that's what matters.

"Tobias is hot as fuck," I groan and Calum rolls his eyes.

"Just because he has a six pack doesn't mean anything," he rolls his eyes again and I laugh.

"It isn't six pack.. it's a sex pack," I pretend to moan.

"You're going to be moaning when this dick is in your mouth," my laughter immediately stops and my face burns like a thousand suns.

"The only thing going in my mouth any time soon is this hot wing," I stabbed the wing with my fork and put it in my mouth, moaning as I chew and swallow.

"You're pumping blood into my dick," he groans and I look down to see a bulge in his jeans. I grabbed my phone from next to me and check the time, 2:25.

"We have about 2-3 hours before anyone gets home," I wink. I put the wings on the counter, stand up, taking his hand and dragging him into my room. "I'll be back," I went to my bathroom and I was checking myself to make sure everything was clean. When I checked, there was blood on my underwear, great.

"It's going to have to wait for about a week," I tell Calum through the door. I could hear him sigh, making me feel bad because every time, we get so close to doing it but then we back out. I leave the bathroom, I don't bother looking at him because I feel embarrassed. I grabbed some clothes, went back to the bathroom and got into the shower.

"I'll be back," I hear Calum come into the bathroom and move things around and I just mumbled an 'okay'.

Once I get out the shower, nice and fresh, I put on my clothes. I noticed the hoodie that Cal left and took my shirt that I has originally grabbed. I put it on and his aroma bringing warmth to my body. I had left the bathroom and into my room, Cal is no where to be seen.

I sigh as I make my way downstairs and noticed the living room was clean from the mess that we created. I decided on getting my laptop and working on my essays that need to be turned into tomorrow.

"Lupe?" I turn around to see my second oldest brother, Alex.

"Yeah?" I go back to the essay, laying on the couch typing away about Beyonce's visual album "Lemonade" and how it empowers feminism.

"Did you go to school?" he sat next to me, turning on the tv to watch a soccer game.

"Yeah, half day," I lied.

"You didn't go at all did you?"

"Nope," I laughed. "It's fine, it was only one day," I shrug.

"Okay, don't make a bad habit out of it, you meed to do your best in class and attending. You're going on tour and you need to get a routine," he mentions and I just nod in agreement.

"Yeah, I know," I finish my paper, I print it via bluetooth. "See ya later," I went upstairs to my room and grabbed my essay from the printer on my desk, then stapling the sheets togther. I'm mainly the one who uses the printer so it stays in my room since there's really no where else to put it.

I lay in bed, watching snapchats, that's when I hear a knock at my door, "it's open," I mumble. I look up to see Cal with a bag of things.

"Sorry I left all of a sudden, I want to get you some things to make you feel better," he rambles as he sits on my bed and starts taking things out of the bag. Heating patches, sour patches, sour gummy worm, cookies and cream hersey's bar and a...

"Is that a half a pound reeses cup?!" I grab the huge packet and look it, it felt a little heavy.

"Yeah, I know how much you love reeses," he laughs.

"Is it sad that I think that I'll actually finish this," I laughed, opening the packet and taking it out. I take a little nimble and moan at my taste buds enjoy it.

"Hey! Share with meee," he whines and takes the cup and bite into it. He pulls away and he has chocolate smudged all around his mouth, I laugh at him then lick off the chocolate.

"Mm, tasty," I lick my lips.

"My vanilla frosting is tasty," he comments and I face palm.

"It's not the time for cupcake or frosting innuendos," I shake my head and he laughs. Our laughter dies down and we just stare at each other, it was silent but it was comfortable.

"I love you, a lot, like you don't even know," he mumbles. "I worry about you all the time, I want to protect you all the time. I want to be the one that you come for when you need to be comforted or if you need someone to make you laugh."

He takes my face in his hands and wipes away a tear that I didn't even know had fallen with his thumb. He places his lips on my forehead and kisses it before he continues to talk.

"I never want to hurt you, if I did I would hurt myself. You have become someone so important to me in such a short amount of time and I don't regret it."

I pull away gently and take his face in my hands, pressing my lips on his. "You make me so happy and I know that my love for you grows everyday and it hurts when I can't be around you."

He smiles at me and kisses me, I immediately kiss back. We find ourselves laying in bed, having a soft makeout. Moans and whimpers were heard throughout the room, teeth bit lips and hands roamed from neck to waist to hair.

"I love you."

"I love you most."

A/N: awwww how cute 💗 this chapter was a bit longer which I'm proud of, I hope to be posting longer chapters more frequently. gotta get back to my homework, byeeeee

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