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"stop moving-- Cal, please stop moving-"
Andre asks gruffly, trying to hold the blonde boy still.
They were in Cal's room. In Cal's bed. But there wasn't anything gay going on. Not at all.
A new movie was playing on Cal's beat up TV. It was a bit weird in Andrew's opinion, but if watching it made Cal happy, then he would gladly do it. If only Cal would stop squirming around.
They were a heap in Cal's bed. Andre had put himself right in the middle of Cal's bed, and Cal had just jumped right on top of him. Because Cal was clingy like that.
Cal's room was a disaster zone. There was a weeks worth of dirty jeans and band tees littering the floor, schoolwork and books on the floor, walls full of posters, and a desk full of broken pencils and an old computer, there was a television bolted to the wall.
And on the television played the story of Adam and Lawrence. Andre swore that those two were homosexuals. There was just something about the way that they interacted. But he might just be projecting.
Cal sighed, and wrapped his arms around Andre tighter, burying his face in the crook of Andrew's neck. Purely platonic behavior.
"Adam is just like me.. they're like us Andre."
He murmurs sleepily, gazing up at Andre with a grin.
"Excuse me?"
Andre asked, incredulously. From what he was getting from this movie, Adam was a stalker, and Lawrence was like... A cheater or something. Andre had never cheated on someone before. He had never been with anyone before, but that was besides the point.
Was Cal implying that he was stalking Andre? It wouldn't actually surprise Andre that much. That seems like a very Calvin Gabriel thing to do. He was fucking mental.
Cal hummed happily, and resumed snuggling with Andre. He wasn't even watching the movie, he had his face buried in the nape of Andre's neck like a little cat.
Andre sighed, and wrapped his arms around Cal's waist.
"You're so fucking gay man.."
Andre uttered with a smirk on his face.
"Mhm... Gay for youuu~"
Cal giggled sing-songily.
Andre sighed. He always gave in to Cal. Cal had him under a spell.
He leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to the blonde's cheek, eliciting a sharp giggle from Cal.
"Gay, gay, gay, gay"
Cal babbled.
He was so high, Andre didn't even know if he was on the planet anymore.
"Mhm.. gay."
Andre chuckled, pressing another soft kiss to Cal's forehead.
Cal wrapped his arms around Andre's neck, pulling himself closer to the brunette. If that was even possible. He was already laying on top of him.
Cal is significantly less coordinated than Andre right now, practically smashing his face down against Andre's to give him a little peck on the lips.
"Fuck!- ow- Cal, that hurt-"
Andre holds his hand against his lips, where Cal's teeth had hit him.
"Nooo... It didn't... Liar...."
Cal leans in to try and kiss Andre again, but Andre shoves him off of him.
Cal makes a rather confused noise, looking up at Andre with a hurt expression plastered across his face.
"Mm.. what..?"
"You hurt me Cal. That wasn't nice."
"But it wasn't on purpose.."
Cal whines, grabbing onto Andrew's shirt.
"Pleaseeee? I'm sorry..."
Andre couldn't resist the puppy eyes. Cal had all the looks of a kicked golden retriever. He pulled him back up into his lap, eliciting a contented sigh from Cal.
"Kiss?"
Cal asked again. He was such a needy little thing. It was a good thing that Andre loved him.
Andre pressed another soft, slow kiss to Cal's lips, sighing gently against them.
"You're so lucky that I love you.. weirdo.."
Andre grinned.
Cal kisses Andre again, this time landing on the brunettes jaw. It wasn't perfect, but at least he didn't accidentally slam his face into him this time.
Andre tilts Cal's face towards him again, lovingly gazing into Cal's hazy blue eyes.
Cal wraps his arms around Andre again, nuzzling against his chest again. Andre had always been broader than Cal. More well built. Cal adored that about Andre. Andre could pick Cal up without even breaking a sweat.
Cal often found himself wondering about what he and Andre were. They weren't just friends, that was for sure. But neither of them liked to say the word "boyfriends" either. They shared the same bed, slept in it together literally, but never slept together in the way that the phrase suggested.
They kissed, and snuggled, and held hands, and told eachother that they loved each other. They just couldn't find it in themselves to take those last few steps. Because then it would be real.
Andre threads his fingers through Cal's hair, stroking the soft blonde strands. Andre loved Cal's hair. It was so pleasant to touch.
Cal hummed softly. Andre could feel his heartbeat against his chest, the soft flutter of his eyelashes against his neck. Cal always got soft and clingy when he was sleepy. Or high. Currently he was both.
Cal was currently muttering incoherently. Andre thought he might be a bit drunk too. Who really ever knew with Cal.
"Weeeeooooooo bang boooomm... Meow meow meoooww"
Andre chuckled.
"Meow? Are you a cat now?"
Cal hummed against Andre again. He was still squirming around.
"Meow. Cats make that sound."
"Mhm, that's right Cal."
Andre kisses Cal again. This time it's against the tip of his nose.
Cal grinned so widely that Andre thought his face might completely split open.
"Love Andre.. I love you. Cause .. you.... Uhh... Mm..."
Cal gives up on the English language. He turns back to the movie, which has been playing the entire time.
"Oh... Adam died.."
Cal cried. No, really. He really started crying. He was so gone. Maybe Andre should hide the weed better next time.
Or maybe not.
"Hey, it's fine... It's not real, it's just a movie, baby.."
Andre wipes the salt tears away from Cal's face with his thumb.
"Don't cry.. don't cry.."
Andre can't help but chuckle. Cal was always so adorable. Crying over a movie was a new one, but still.
"Shh.. shh... It's ok.."
He runs his fingers through Cal's short blonde hair.
It's almost an hour later when Cal finally stills. No longer squirming, or babbling on about nothing at all.
Cal had completely fallen asleep. Which was normal. For them at least. They always slept in the same bed. It saves space... And time..
That's what they told themselves at least.
Andre was still running his fingers through Cal's hair. It isn't long before Andre too becomes drowzy, and falls asleep with Cal wrapped up in his arms.
The next morning, they wake up in a similar position, Cal with his leg thrown over Andre's hip, his arms wrapped around him tightly, and Andre with his arms around Cal's waist gently.
"Good morning, sleepyhead.."
Andre greets when Cal finally rises.
"Oh.. fuck, what the hell happened..?"
"You got high out of your mind last night is what happened."
Andre chuckled, fucking a strand of Cal's hair behind his ear.
"Did I do anything dumb?"
Cal asks, not so subtlety leaning into Andrew's hand.
"You meowed at me a lot."
Andre smirked. Cal covered his face with his hands.
"No, stop... Did I actually..?"
"Yeah... A lot. It was adorable though. You're adorable."
"Noo... Shut up, I'm not...."
Cal tried to push Andre away. Andre holds him closer.
"I love you."
Andre utters under his breath, tugging Cal's hands away from his face and pressing a kiss to his lips.
Cal, desperate for any respite kisses back, his hands finding the back of Andre's head, fingers threading through the short brown strands.
It's a messy kiss. One with little coordination or finesse due to the early morning hours. But it's theirs. And that's all that mattered to them.
"Mmhh.. Andre.. what are we..?"
Cal asks suddenly, causing Andre to stop.
"What do you mean, "what are we". You know what we are. We're best friends."
Andre insisted.
"No.. like... I think we're more than that. Normal best friends don't kiss.."
"Do you want to stop?"
"No!- Sorry, I mean.. no."
"Mhm."
Andre kisses Cal again. This one finds Cal biting Andre's lower lip.
"Are we a couple?"
Cal asks breathlessly.
"Do you... Want to be a couple?"
Andre asked quietly.
"Mhm... I... I wanna be your boyfriend Andre..."
Cal admits into Andrew's shirt.
"Then we can be boyfriends."
Andre declares with a smirk.
"Really? We really can be boyfriends?"
Cal asks excitedly.
"Of course, love. We can be whatever you want us to be."
Cal jumps forward and presses a kiss to Andrew's jaw, in a similar fashion to the one he had given him the night before.
"I think I love you a lot."
Cal grins up at Andre like a love drunk fool.
"I know."
Andre whispers.
Cal glanced up at his TV, which had been stuck on the "play now" screen of his Saw DVD all night. The image was most certainly burned into the screen.
"Oh you're joking."