F*cking cliché

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Pov Levi

'I don't have a "crush" on the enemy!' 'Levi he's in your house! He has been in your house since yesterday!'
'Why are you looking at his tracker?'
'Why wouldn't I? You're the one who wants us to look at it so you can stalk him.. maybe kiss him again while you're at it?' He snarls.
'Where's Ash?' I say in a low voice.
'The other room, but that's not the po..'

I walk away and don't listen to him anymore. My blood is boiling.

'Ash!' He stands up straight and his eyes fill with fear.
'Levi.. c..calm down.'

I take a few steps closer to him.

'Levi pl..please call down.'

When I take an other step closer he gets into a defensive position.

'You are giving me a reason to believe you did something stupid.'
'I..'

I dash onto him and press him against the wall behind him.

'Levi I didn't know! I didn't know! Why is he this mad in the first place! Why are you so mad! I don't get it!'
'Shh,' I release him from the wall, 'You know what the problem is Ash?'

He shakes his head.

'I trusted you with this alright? This transaction you made.. it could leak his location to everyone.'
'Why do you care?' He replies.
'I care because I don't like sharing.'

'Levi is it.. is it true?' 'What is?'
'Did you really.. kiss him?'
'Did Gray yell that hard?' I ask.
'I think half the base heard.'
'And out of all people you wonder if I really kissed him? Of course I did.
You should know I would do something like that.'

'Levi please I.. I didn't me.. mean to upset you. You know I'm here.. I will always be here.. y.. you..'
'Shh it's alright,' I give him a pat on his shoulder, 'You know I'll never hurt you right? You're my brother.'
'You scare me though.'
'That's the point.'

'Dammit come here.'

I open my arms and hug my little terrified brother.

'Levi I'm so sorry.. Grayson asked me and I thought I could trust him.'
'Normally you could, but Gray has a history with Calum and he's acting stupid.' 'You can tell me if you actually feel something for him.. you know that right?' He whispers.
'Are you assuming I do?'
'Well.. you get really angry every time we say something bad about him.'
'Look.. I'm going to be honest. I don't know,' I whisper.

I pull away from the hug and my eyes scan the room.

'Who checked the interview?' 'I did.'
'Lara you're fired.' 'I'm sorry? Why?'
'You missed an important detail, you can come and get the papers at noon.'
'But.. I..' 'Lara this is your fifth mistake this month, I'm done with it.'

'

'Care to explain why he's in your house?'
'Depends.. are you calmed down?'
'I think so.. I just need to know.'
'Thanks to that interview others are after him. He was hurt and rang my doorbell, I just fixed him up.'
'Why would you do that?' He replies.
'I want him to have somewhat of a fair fight.'

'

Pov Calum

'You haven't moved from that couch at all have you?'

I shake my head as my eyes focus on the tv again.

'Have you eaten anything at all?'
'I,' I think about it, 'I don't think so.'
'You're never going to take care of yourself are you?' 'Probably not.'

He simply lifts my legs and sits down causing my feet to be on his lap.

'What are you even watching?'
'A hospital show,' I answer.
'Alright, thought you would be watching my little pony or something like that.' 'I'm not a small child.'
'But you do act like one,' he responds.
'I do not,' I murmur.

He snickers and shuts up.

'So.. how was work?' I ask to break the awkward silence between us.
'Killed three guys. Just a normal day.'
'What?' 'No I just fired one.'
'The one who watched the interview?'
'Yup.'

'When will I be able to function normally?' I decide to ask.
'What do you mean?
'How long until I.. stop limping?'
'You're still limping? I didn't think it would be that bad,' he responds, 'Can I take a look at it?'
'You could just drop what you are doing and become a real doctor.'

I feel his hand slightly stroking my upper leg when he passes me to take a look at my knee, giving me the stare asking if I'm okay with it.

'Levi I don't really care if you.. touch me.' 'Good to know.'

He crouch down before me.

'I didn't say you could.'
'Your comment in combination with your expressions gave me permission darling.'

He chuckles cutely.. cutely? What the fuck am I even saying?

'Your chuckles are cute,' I mumble before I know it.

He just stares at me with a shocked impression but shakes his head and continues.
He rolls up the sweatpants to reveal my knee.

'Damn. Well you're fucked.'
'Can you stop joking around?'
'I'm serious though,' he sighs, 'I don't know. I don't know what's wrong with it, you should get it checked otherwise you'll be limping for a while I'm afraid.'
'So my first real injury isn't caused by you?' I mumble.
'I could cause your second one. Besides those scars on your back look like a serious injury or assault to me.'
'Those doesn't count.'

I feel how he takes me in his arms, it's weirdly.. comfortable.

'Darling, why doesn't those count?'
'B..because I,' I bite my lip, 'Because I want to forget.. I need to forget.'
'Please just tell me what happened.'
I shake my head. 'I can't.. I don't want to remind myself.'

'Alright, that's fine.'