"So,"
Callum started numbly, a small groan escaped his mouth.
"Dude don't sit down that hard.." I muttered.
"Whatever. What are we going to do? You know because of,"
Callum gestures around loosely at the end of the sentence.
"Uuuuhhhh? I'm not sure."
I mumble, obviously frustrated at this development.
"Your eyes are glowing again."
"Put down the torch,"
"Awww, but kitty-"
"Nope."
I began to rustle through my things, just looking for stuff to fiddle with mostly.
"Knock kno- kno- knock!"
"Oh, who could be out in this weather?"
Callum asked, wide eyed.
"Dude that's Clayton!"
"Clayton who?"
"He's the kinda tall dude with this blondish brown hair..."
"No idea."
"Sticky uppy dude,"
I start, knowing that's the only name that Callum will recognise.
"Oooh sticky uppy dude! Yeah I know him!"
Callum exclaimed, right on cue, quite a surprising feat actually.
"Right, well I should probably go get him."
"Ok~"
Callum whispered devilishly.
"What are you planning?"
"Nothing just, go get him..!"
"Hm, OK..."
I start going downstairs to open the door.
"Sorry dude!"
I holler to the man opposite the door,
"It's ok! I guess..?"
Was what I received. I open the door to see Clayton obviously. Before moving to walk back upstairs we hug, no romo (A/N OK SO THAT MEANS NO ROMANCE K DYLAN IS AT LEAST 1/3 gay.) ,
"Ready? Callum is here."
"Oh is he?"
A clear puzzled look is displayed on his face but I decide to ignore it.
"I don't think we've met before?"
He mentions,
"Oh, well he says he remembers you,"
"Ah, I might just be very forgetful then, eh?"
Oh he says. We begin to move upstairs.
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General FictionI don't know where this is going. I got in a writing mood ok? Um I'll update the description later but for now it's kind of a enter at your own risk. Swearing and maybe smut warnings. I'm trying to keep it clean but no promises. Woo! I hate sudden...
