There's No Way It's Not Going There [Roommate!Calum]

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Summary: From the moment they met, there was an unspoken fact that Reese and Calum could never just stay roommates. They were pretty alike–especially when it came to their attraction for one another. But roommates had that unspoken rule as well: they couldn't cross that line. Except rules were meant to be broken, and no matter how hard they tried to keep their feelings a secret, neither of them realized they were only pushing themselves right into each other. 

The single car alarm sounded behind Calum as he walked away from his vehicle, his duffel bag hitting the side of his thigh as he made his way towards the front of his apartment building. His pace wasn't rushed, the familiar and welcome soreness in his muscles keeping him at bay as he returned from soccer practice, though Calum figured he shouldn't be taking his sweet time and hop into the shower as quickly as he could. He'd recently put out an ad for a wanted roommate, given that Ashton had moved into his own place with his girlfriend, and while Calum wasn't strapped for cash, he knew he'd eventually need a housemate to help cover the costs. To his pleasure, someone had responded, a dude named Reese, who was supposed to be coming by today to take a look around before closing the deal. Calum just didn't want his first impression to his new potential roommate to be that he was some sweaty, smelly athlete.

Not that Calum quite cared what other people thought of him—he just figured it'd be better if he didn't get off on the wrong foot with whoever he lived with next.

As he approached the front door, Calum caught sight of a figure leaning against the wall next to the door, eyes narrowing slightly behind his sunglasses as he saw the girl busying herself on her phone. He hadn't seen her around before, especially since Calum knew of or had seen almost everyone that lived in this complex, and as he walked up the few steps he wondered if she was visiting someone.

The closer he got, the more Calum couldn't seem to break his gaze from her. She was pretty—gorgeous, actually—with sun kissed skin shown off in the T-shirt dress she wore, dark brown hair only just grazing her shoulders in loose waves as a single earbud dangled from her ear and a passenger bag hung from her shoulder. She hadn't noticed his presence, too busy with whatever she was doing on her phone and lost in the music she was probably listening to, and Calum couldn't help but admire the stranger in front of him. He was never one to not appreciate something—or someone—worth praising, and this girl was no exception.

Reaching the top step, Calum raised an eyebrow as he found himself asking, "Are you waitin' for someone?"

She looked up at the sound of his voice, and if Calum was someone else, he would've taken a step back at the sight of her eyes. Even behind the shade of his sunglasses, Calum could tell they were some kind of, almost mystical, combination of blue and green, maybe even speckles of gold that danced under the sunlight, appearing utterly translucent. He also noted the gold ring pierced at her nostril, dainty and thin but prettily noticeable. To call her gorgeous would be an understatement, Calum decided within that moment, reminding himself of who he was and that he did not gawk like an idiot in front of women he couldn't look away from.

Calum, ever the observer, noted the way her own eyes took in the sight of him, from his scuffed up Vans and athletic shorts to the muscle tee and hair he'd only recently buzzed for the start of the season. He wondered if she liked what she saw, almost as much as he did, the dainty rings on her fingers glimmering under the sunlight as she held her phone and said, "Yeah, but they haven't answered me, so—"

She shrugged, as though the action was an end to her sentence, and Calum stepped towards the door, eyes still on her as he said, "I can let you in."

He saw the corner of her glossed lips quirk up briefly as he brought his hand up to the keypad, hearing her say a sincere, "Appreciate it," as he put in his four digit code and she pushed herself off the wall.

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