F*cking cliché

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'Who do I need to murder?' He asks.
'No one. You'll go to jail.'
'Don't you want me to be in there though?' He asks with a chuckle.
'I don't know,' I murmur.
'Are you getting attached to me? That probably isn't the smartest thing to do.'

I flinch when he turns on the water out of nowhere.

He has a tub with a showerhead and a normal faucet.. he even got a separate shower.. all I have is a simple shower.

'Calum this might sting a bit.'
'It's fine.. I'm used to it.' 'Yeah.. okay.'

He doesn't point the water directly on my wound but underneath.
It's weird.. all of this feels weird.

I point my head down to look at the reddish water. I hadn't seen the wound.. I didn't want to and it was hidden underneath my clothes anyway.

'Is it bad?' I decide to finally ask.
'No.. I mean.. it isn't ideal but it could've been worse. It all depends on how you treat it,' he sighs, 'And that's probably like shit.'

I decide to ignore that.

'Your hair is all dirty as well.. where did you trip?' 'The street.'
'No Calum I me..' 'I know what you meant,' I cut him off.
'What if you just give me a real answer? Hm?'
'I don't know it was dark.'

'Allow me to make your hair look less like you played part in a mud fight.' 'Sure.'
He taps my good shoulder and laughs.
'Alright.'

He tilts my head and moves the showerhead up. I feel his hands running through my hair.

Would normal people do this?

Is it weird that he's doing this?

Is it weird that it feels.. nice?

'How did he make you trip?'
'I don't know,' I reply. 'Do you ever.. you know.. just know things?'
'I'm afraid that's just how I am.'
He snickers. 'I do like that about you.'

Like that about you.

Like.

He likes something about me?
I thought I was just a pain in his ass.

'What the fuck are you doing to me,' he mumbles. 'What did you say?' I ask to confirm the words he just spoke.
'Hm? I didn't say anything?'
'Oh right.. sorry.. my mind must be a bit messed up due to the fall.'

I knew what I heard.

What are you doing to me.

Is that a good or a bad thing.

'Knee.' 'Knee?' I repeat confused.
'Yea you know that ball between your upper and lower leg?' He laughs at his own joke, 'Move so I can see your knee,' he explains. 'Right, I'm stupid.'
'Oh I know, no need to confirm that.'
'I hate you,' I whisper.
'I'm sure you do,' he sighs, 'Knee.'

'If you didn't wear ripped jeans this wouldn't have so much dirt in it as well.' 'So we're going to comment on what I wear now?' I ask.
'That didn't sound a bit like you.. did you fall on your head or something?'

'Well.. I think we're almost done now,' he says eventually. 'Almost?'
'You haven't seen your face have you?'
'No?' I reply. 'Well.. there are a few drops of blood on your little face.'
'Little?' I repeat. 'Do you have to repeat everything I say?'
'No but I hope you'll explain yourself if I do,' I say with a smile.

He throws a cloth in my face.

'Goodluck.' 'Fuck you!'
'Not yet.'

I groan and try to hit him, but he blocks my attack easily like I'm just a toddler throwing a tantrum.

'Darling I just fixed you up.. it's not smart to start fighting now.'

I clean my face, what annoys Levi since I keep on missing the spot.

'Dry yourself, be careful around the wounds,' he throws a towel at me, 'I'll get you something to wear.'

'

'Calum are you ever going to tell me who messed up your back?'
'I.. I don't know,' I admit.
'Alright, I won't mention it then.'

'Levi?' 'Yeah?'
'Thank you.'

He smiles and tucks some of my barely dry hair behind my ear.

'Don't worry about it Calum.. it's fine.'

He runs his hand through my hair.

'I'm suprised your hair could look even more like a mess.'
'You enjoy bringing down the way I look today don't you?' I ask.
'Well.. on that note.. I love the fact that you dressed up all edgy with your beanie and fingerless gloves.. and underneath all that you're wearing a white shirt with a cartoon like cactus.'
'Oh shut up!' 'Make me.'

'I'm sorry?' 'Like I said.. make me.'
'I'll take that as consent,' I reply.
'That's the point Calum.'

This time he's the one who starts the kiss.. this still feels wrong.. but also good? Who am I kidding, it feels amazing.

This kiss was different than the other ones we shared.. this one was soft.. almost lovingly.. I think.

When he pulls away it almost makes me feel sad.

'Stay here.. I'll take the couch, I just don't want you to get hurt again.'
'It's your house I'll take the couch,' I reply.
'Yes, but I'm not the one who's hurt, don't argue with me about this.'
'Okay,' I mumble, 'Don't come for me if you can't sleep.' 'I won't.'

We just sit and talk for a while until I decide it's the best thing for me to go and sleep.

But sleeping appears to be a difficult thing.

I'm laying in a bed that smells like the male who's making my life really difficult at the moment and.. I hate to admit I like the smell. Fuck I like this boy.. I don't want to like him, but every reason I get to hate him gets replaced by something sweet so easily.

I hate this feeling.. I hate the fact that I actually like the guy while all he's doing is playing and toying around with my feelings.

I'm such a moron.