My laptop popped itself so I won't be able to post for a while. Not that that would make too much of a difference to the very few followers I have (and appreciate greatly)

Drunk Words are Sober Thoughts - Michael Clifford.

Word Count: 1183.

A/N: I actually talk like that when I’m drunk, it’s weird, I think I try to compensate for the drunkenness and sound smart but really I just sound like a dick hahaha. Also, it’s a little long and probably boring. Let me know if you like it?

“You know, Mikey, girls don’t like it when you get wasted at the scent of alcohol,” I laughed at the blonde boy beside me.

“I’m not wasted, and I’ve had three drinks already, love!” He yelled over the music.

“Whatever you say.” I rolled my eyes at him.

I’d just finished my first year of university, so the good, old best friend decided celebrations were in order, but I’m not complaining. He’s paying so why not?

“Michael, dance with me!” I whined in his ear.

“Babe, I don’t dance.”

“Well then, I guess I’ll just have to find someone else,” he nodded, “he might be a murderer and you’ll never see me again.”

“Yeah sure.”

“All because you wouldn’t dance with me,” with a deep sigh, I started to walk away, slowly and dramatically. He grabbed my arm and dragged me to the dancefloor. “I knew you’d come around!” I squeaked at him.

“Enough with the squealing, please! I’m just doing this to get you off my back and I don’t want to be responsible for your death.” He laughed.

Michael was always great when I wanted to go out. He could always tell when I was uncomfortable even when he was off his face and always made sure he was around. He tended to get very protective over me, which was nice, unless I was trying to get someone’s attention. There was always something there with him, unspoken since 9th grade when we played spin the bottle at a party. There was never any awkwardness though.

“Do you want another drink?” his voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

“Yes please!”

“Okay, stay here, I’ll be back,” he smiled at me. Every time I drink, I have every intention of seducing that boy, but I always manager to chicken out.

“Hey baby,” a masculine voice said from behind me.

“Uh, hi.” I stepped away from him.

“What are you doing on the dancefloor all alone?” he closed the distance again.

“Not dancing with you, that’s for sure.” I laughed bitterly, some guys were just creepy and this dude is one of them.

“That’s rude, I think you owe me a dance now.” His demeanour changed slightly, I’d pissed him off but he still kept getting closer.

“If you get any closer to me, the only thing I’ll owe you is a knee to the balls or a fist to the nose.” I smiled.

“Sweetheart, didn’t anyone ever teach you manners?” he took a step.

“Clearly no one taught you any.” I stood my ground, he’s not going to intimidate me.

He grabbed my wrist, “Are you sure about that? All I did was ask you to dance and you were rude.”

“Is there a problem here?” Michael had returned.

“Nope, we’re fine.” I looked to Michael reassuringly.

“You heard the lady, all good.” The douchebag laughed, still holding my wrist.

“Yeah, we’re going to dance.” He started leading me further into the room and once he turned around I punched him, in the nose. “I did tell you that would happen, buddy, see ya.” I laughed, probably too excitedly and ran back to Michael, downed my drink and dragged him out of the club

“You know, I could’ve helped you?” he looked worried.

“Yeah but if you helped me, I wouldn’t have been able to punch him in the face and that was pretty satisfying,” I giggled, I don’t know whether it was the alcohol or adrenaline but I was in a good mood now.

“That was pretty badass of you,” he laughed with me. He had the cutest damn laugh. My best friend and I were just walking down the street, heavily intoxicated, it was the perfect time. I wasn’t going to chicken out again.

“Michael. Mikey. Mike. My dear. I have a proposition for you.”

His eyebrow quirked up, “A proposition? Is this 1950? What is it?”

“I propose, you kiss me.”

“Wait, what?”

“Well, this seems like a mistake now, wanna call an uber? I’m going to call an uber.”

“No, no, no, you can’t just ignore it, did you just ask me to kiss you?”

“Yes, however, your reaction leads me to believe it was a mistake, so I withdraw my proposition.” I started trying to find the uber app on my phone, this was taking way too long, should’ve just chickened out.

“Wait, babe, you can’t just ‘withdraw your proposition’, what brought this on?”

“Well, you see, I may or may not, slightly, a little bit, kinda, sorta, possibly, maybe like you an eency weency bit.” I said quickly, with my face in my hands.

He started grinning, oh no, he was so going to tease me, “You like me? Nice. I am pretty irresistible, if I do say so myself,” he winked at me.

“Fuck you, Clifford, it’s just a crush.” I rolled my eyes.

“Oh yeah, for how long?”

“Just a little while…” I hung my head.

“How long, love?” he started getting cocky.

“Ya know, like only since 9th grade…” my volume got progressively lower.

“9th grade! Wow. That’s like, 5 years! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Can we just move on? I’m too drunk for this,” my eyes started welling up, I should’ve known this would happen.

“No, we cannot. I just found out my best friend likes me. It’s not just a ‘oh yeah cool’ situation.”

“Well, you’re making me feel shitty now, so I’d like to stop, the uber’s going to be here in a minute, you’re welcome to come, or you can get your own.”

His face softened and he stepped closer to me, “You don’t understand, I’m not teasing you because I think it’s funny that you like me. I’m teasing you because I can’t believe that you like me!”

“What’s the difference?” I sniffled slightly.

“You’re an idiot sometimes, babe,” he laughed at me, “I like you too, genius.”

My head shot up, eyes wide, mouth slightly agape, “Uhh, what now?”

He shook his head with a laugh and stepped closer, cupping my cheeks, “I like you,” he kissed me.

It was a little sloppy, I’m guessing because he was drunk, but definitely an improvement from when we were 14. It was great though, everything that I’d hoped for.

We broke apart, and he wiped the few tears that managed to escape my eyes, “You’re clueless sometimes. Five years and you couldn’t tell that I liked you? I was the ultimate cock block when we went out.”

“My personality’s a cock block, so no, I didn’t notice. But I could as the same of you, Clifford. What took you so long?”

“Well, you’re crazy and I didn’t want to be punched in the face,” he laughed, teasing me yet again.

“Oh fuck you, I wouldn’t have punched you.”

“Oh, you’d like to,” he grinned, “fuck me not punch me, I mean.”

“Don’t be so sure, I think I’m about to punch you.”

The uber finally arrived and we got in, I rested my head on his shoulder. It was definitely a great way to end my year.

Eye of the Tiger - Calum Hood

WC: 818

A/N: @calyum1996 I’m most likely going to tag you in all of my Calum stuff. 

“Yeah, I’m telling you, he did it!” you heard through the phone line.

“Okay, for the last time, I’m not disagreeing with you, I’m just saying it’s not the only possibility,” you laughed at your friend.

“Yeah but, my theory is the best,” he whined.

“Okay, sure, whatever. I’ve got to go now anyway. I’m about to walk into gym.”

“See ya then. Love you.”

“Bye, love you too.” You hung up the phone.

Every time you were busy, that’s when he decided it was time to rant about his favourite shows. That boy was mad.

You made your way through the glass doors, to the changing room. You dreaded coming to gym but you always felt a sense of accomplishment afterwards. The gym was almost completely empty, except for a tall boy starting at the weights. You started with a warm up on the treadmill, walking to the rhythm of the music coming from the speakers.

Eye of the Tiger started playing, it is a great work out song.

Rising up, back on the street

Did my time, tool my chances

Went the distance, now I’m back on my feet

Just a man and his will to survive

You heard someone singing over the music. You looked over your shoulder to the boy at the weights getting into the song.

So many times it happens too fast

You trade your passion for glory

Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past

You must fight just to keep them alive

He’d started dancing by this point. You were heavily amused. You kept quiet because you were fairly certain he thought he was alone.

It's the eye of the tiger

It's the thrill of the fight

Rising up to the challenge of our rival

And the last known survivor

Stalks his prey in the night

And he's watching us all with the eye of the tiger

He’d managed to dance his way to the other side of the gym, you made yourself comfortable in a crevice between some machines because you didn’t want him to see you. He jumped onto the treadmill and started strutting.

Face to face, out in the heat

Hanging tough, staying hungry

They stack the odds still we take to the street

For the kill with the skill to survive

It's the eye of the tiger

It's the thrill of the fight

Rising up to the challenge of our rival

And the last known survivor

Stalks his prey in the night

And he's watching us all with the eye of the tiger

You were trying to hide your laughter, it was getting difficult. You started to wonder if he’d choreographed this before. So much thought seemed to go into his dance moves. This had to be your favourite gym outing ever.

Rising up, straight to the top

Had the guts, got the glory

Went the distance, now I'm not gonna stop

Just a man and his will to survive

It's the eye of the tiger

It's the thrill of the fight

Rising up to the challenge of our rival

And the last known survivor

Stalks his prey in the night

And he's watching us all with the eye of the tiger

The eye of the tiger

The eye of the tiger

The eye of the tiger

The eye of the tiger

He dropped to his knees in a dramatic end to the song. You moved out of your space and started clapping and cheering.

“Yeah! Woo! That was amazing!” you yelled.

His face went red and his eyes widened in horror. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, “Uh, so, how much did you see?”

“All of it. That was brilliant. I just had to come tell you I’m now your biggest fan. Beautiful!” you laughed at the poor boy.

“Oh wow, I’m sorry.” He hung his head.

“No please don’t apologise, I loved that! To think I almost didn’t come down to the gym today.”

“I thought I was alone…”

“I figured as much, dude, but you weren’t. That made my life worthwhile.” You beamed at the boy.

“Well, in that case, maybe we could do this again some time?” he grinned.

You could feel the redness creeping up your neck, “Oh, uh, yeah I’d like that, a lot.”

He ran away, leaving you confused for a moment until he came back, phone in hand.

“Here, put your number in!” He was just so cute!

“My name’s Y/N, by the way.”

“Calum,” he stuck his hand out to shake yours.

“Well, Calum, when we do go out, I’m taking you to karaoke,” He laughed.

“We’ll see, if we do that, it’ll be your turn to show me what you’ve got.”

“Oh dear, this’ll be interesting,” laughter filled the room.

“Yes it will. Anyway, we should probably get back to working out.”

“Yeah,” you smiled as you walked back to the machines.

That’s my Favourite Song! - Luke Hemmings.

WC:621.

@lukes2k16

You were driving down the highway in your new car. Windows down, music loud. You were listening to your favourite album, perfect way to celebrate getting your license.

You were headed to pick your friends up, because they all have given up on driving, as you were the last to get your licence. Unfortunately, they all live ages away.

You pulled up to a red light, rocking out to your favourite song when you see a car pull up in the corner of your eye. They were playing the same song, equally as loud. You turned to them, they were looking at you two. It was like you were thrown into a movie, duet with a stranger. He was beautiful too. Blonde hair, blue eyes, killer smile. Definitely swoon worthy. He really got into it. Unfortunately, the light turned green. You drove off, wishing you could know more about him.

//

Once you got to your friend’s place and they got in the car, you told them about the encounter with the beautiful boy. They all laughed because of how ridiculous it sounded. But, as lame as it is, you thought there could be something there.

You got to the outlet and decided you’d do some shopping then get lunch. You walked in and out of 12 stores in 40 minutes. You’d bought bath bombs, dresses, a new pair of shoes, some art supplies and 4 new books. Some of your friends had gotten even more than you. It was safe to so that you guys had an addiction, and your bank account wasn’t a fan. You decided it was probably time for lunch, that’d save you at least an hour of shopping. You went to the food court and you all ordered, soon after all gotten your food and found a space with enough room for all of you.

“So, Y/N, do you know anything else about lover boy from the stop light?” your friend, Alyssa, asked.

“Other than that he is the most beautiful human that I’ve ever seen? Nope.” You sighed.

“You’re love-struck, sweetheart,” Bex, chimed in.

“Oh whatever, I’m not exactly flourishing in the love department,” you laughed.

You thought you heard singing, but just brushed it off.

“Uhh, babe, by any chance did you duet dude have like dirty blonde hair, and stubble? And like his blue eyes, were they like reeeaally blue?” Alyssa asked.

You furrowed your eyebrows and nodded, “Why?”

Your question was answered when you heard a voice getting closer.

Got a feeling that I'm going under But I know that I'll make it out alive If I quit calling you my lover Move on

You watch me bleed until I can't breathe I'm shaking falling onto my knees And now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches I'm tripping over myself I'm aching begging you to come help And now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches

“Oh my god.” You were afraid to turn around. Your friends were all cracking up. They were just as confused by the situation as you were.

“Hey, so, correct me if I’m wrong, but did we have a moment this morning?” the thick Australian accent drifted to your ears. “I’m Luke, by the way.”

“Hey, Luke. I’m Y/N. I believe we did. I can’t believe you just started singing in the middle of the shopping centre though.” You laughed.

“Pretty name for a pretty girl,” he winked.

“Dude that was lame!” both his friend and Alyssa snorted.

“Yeah, whatever. So, Y/N, do you wanna go out some time?” he smiled.

Your heart melted, “I’d love to.” He handed you his number and you smiled up at him, “thanks.”

“Pleasure’s mine, babe.”

Hope You like Water -Michael Clifford

WC: 1517.

A/N: well this is a Michael one. Hopefully, I’ll start getting some followers instead of posting to no one hahaha

It was 2am, you roll over burying your face into the pillow. For the 5th time this month your dogs were going off as the boy next door climbed into your yard. Your parents were travelling North America for their anniversary. The tall blonde boy that you had the displeasure of living next to, was a bit of a party animal. You’d been to your fair share of parties as well but you didn’t disrupt the neighbourhood doing it. You were over it.

//

“Ollie, Samson, it’s breakfast time!” you called to your dogs. It was Saturday, you knew for a fact your neighbour would be keeping you up again. But this time, you had a plan. You’d tried talking to him before about it and he said he’d stop, but that only lasted a few weeks. He was just so inconsiderate.

Your phone rang, knocking you out of your thoughts. Your best friend, Alice, was calling.

“Hey babe!” she screamed in your ear.

“Hey, lovely!” you screamed right back.

“Kylie’s having a party tonight and you’re coming with me. So we’re going shopping because let’s face it, your wardrobe is useless.” you hear the giggle through the line.

“Ugh, are you sure that I have to be there?” you questioned her.

“Your boyfriend will be there…” you could practically see her wiggling her eyebrows.

“He’s not my boyfriend, we’re just friends..”

“Riiiight.”

“If you’re going to be like this, I won’t come at all.”

“No, no, no, please come, you’re like the only one I can put up with!”

“Well, thanks.” You huffed.

“I’ll be there in 15. Bye.” The phone clicked.

Great. Now you’d have to find something to wear. Rummaging through your closet you managed to find a cute and comfortable dress, there was no way you were wearing anything that’d be a hassle because Alice is going to make you try on everything.

//

“I’m here! Your day just got better.” Alice’s voice rang through the house as you heard the door slam. “Is your hot neighbour home?”

“Oh my gosh, Alice, he’s an asshole.”

“A hot asshole, plus I don’t want to date him, I want to bang him.” You snorted at your best friend’s choice of words.

She headed out the back, peering over the fence. He was attractive, like really attractive, but you couldn’t deal with the inconsiderate boy any longer.

“He did it again this morning Alice. 2am. 2-o-fucking-clock in the morning. I need my beauty sleep!” you dramatic dropped onto your lawn chairs.

“I mean, you could always ask him to come inside rather than jump the fence.” She winked at you.

“Alice, I’m not into him.” You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks.

“Ooooo, you like him!” She jumped up and down, “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me! Here I am thinking you like Calum but nope you’re in love with Michael!”

“Shhhhh, I think he’s home!” you clamped your hand over her mouth. You loved the girl but sometimes you weren’t sure if there was anything between her ears.

“Come on, let’s go before all of the stores close.” She dragged you towards her car.

//

“So, when are you going to ask Michael out?” Alice questioned.

“Will you drop that already? He isn’t into me, I’m not into him.” You rolled your eyes.

“Mate, you must be blind. I’ve seen him when I’ve been chillin’ at your place. He does everything to get your attention.”

“Well, he’s got it. Tonight, when he inevitably jumps my fence, I’ll be there, waiting.”

“Sexy.”

“Not like that, I’ve got a water pistol! I’m going to show him who he’s messing with, he’ll be too drunk to realise what’s hit him.” You laughed.

“Oh my god, you’re so in love with him.” Alice squeezed your cheeks, laughing. 

You’d tried on like 50 dresses already. None of them were good enough for Alice. You walked into a new store, hopefully the last one.

“Okay, take these two and this skirt and this top. Then come out.” You knew the protocol, poking your tongue at your best friend as she handed you the outfits.

“Wooooooo! I love it. Get it. That dress is hot on you babe! Honestly, if Michael doesn’t get on it, I will.” She joked.

“Yeah, right,” you turned to look at the mirror, it did look really good, “but I’ll get it.”

“Yay! He’s gonna lose his jaw because it’ll hit the ground so fast.” You rolled your eyes at her.

//

It was 8pm when you got to the party. There was so many people, it smelt like alcohol and sweat. Disgusting. You made a b-line for the backyard, hopefully finding some salvation.

“Hey, short stack!” your drunken friend, Calum, slurred.

“Dude, you’re six foot, I’m not short.”

“Whatever you say, Shorty.” You rolled your eyes at him. He always did this when he was drinking. He seemed obsessed with you being short.

You walked away from him over to where the drinks were. You spotted Michael and, unfortunately, so did Alice.

“Hey, Michael!” She yelled.

“Hey, Alice, how’s it going?” he was just so cute, you couldn’t help blushing when he nodded at you.

“Not too bad, my good friend here is also doing well.” Your face would not stop getting red. You questioned your friendship in that moment.

“Oh yeah, Y/N, what’ve you been up to?” he smiled at you.

“Not a lot, just been uh, ya know, doing some uh things and um stuff.” You mentally face-palmed.

He laughed lightly, “whatdaya know? Things and stuff, me too.”

Alice, started pulling kissy faces while Michael was looking at you and you wanted to curl up and die. You couldn’t believe you’d just said that.

“Yeah, haha, I’ve gotta go talk to someone,” you looked over your shoulder, “that way. Bye Mike!”

//

You’d spent the next few hours avoiding Michael while simultaneously keeping an eye on Alice’s drinking. She never really did know when to stop.

You were talking to Calum again when you saw Alice getting a little handsy with one of the girls in the living room. Ducking away from Calum, you went and collected your best friend and made your way home. You only lived two streets over so it wasn’t that big of a deal. You put her to bed, then remembered your revenge plan, so you collected your water pistol and got in position. It was 1am now, so you expected Michael anytime now.

//

You’d dozed off for a few minutes, until you heard the rustling of the bushes in your yard. You’d locked the dogs inside so they wouldn’t blow your cover.

You saw a figure creeping across the yard. You aimed. Waited. And fired. You sprayed the boy with the whole capsule of water, his high pitched squeals sounded in your ears. You were either too drunk to care, or the revenge was too good. You cackled loudly.

“Holy shit, what the fuck is going on?” He squealed.

“Take that motherfucker. That’ll teach you!” you continued laughing.

“Y/N, is that you?” he stalked closer to you.

“Yes!”

“Why did you just attack me with water?” he interrogated.

“You keep jumping my fence after your stupid parties and it sets my dogs off, and wakes me up. You know that!” you explained.

“I didn’t realise it woke you, sorry.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“I told you, like, a month ago that it bugged me!”

“Fair enough, well can I make it up to you?” his demeanour completely changed. You hadn’t realised before but he’d gotten awfully close to you.

You gulped, “Well, uh, you see, um, I think maybe, uh, you could maybe stop setting my dogs off?” it came out as more of a question than request. You suddenly felt very meek.

“I mean, I could do that,” he smirked, “or I could just come see you.”

“Wouldn’t you still set the dogs off, jumping the fence and all?” your naivety made him laugh.

“I could come through the front door, Y/N.” he looked into your eyes, so close your noses touched.

“Oh.” You replied, finally understanding. You felt very small compared to him at this moment.

“Yeah,” he moved closer, which you didn’t think was possible.

The green-eyed boy connected your lips, you were frozen for a moment but once you processed what was happening, you kissed him back. You never realised how much you wanted this boy until now. You couldn’t believe he wanted you too. After a few more moments, he detached himself from you.

“Woah,” you mumbled.

“Haha, you could say that.” He laughed at you.

“Well, that’s not how I expected this encounter to go. Honestly, I thought I’d have to hide from you after I wet you.” You giggled.

“Oh yeah, about that,” he swiftly picked you up, and jumped into the pool with you, laughing loudly as he did so.

“Holy shit, that’s cold!”

“Well, you asked for it, baby.” He smirked at you, kissing you softly.

“Touché.” You laughed into the kiss.

What do you mean, work? - Calum Hood

A/N:This is something I wrote for @calyum1996 I sent it through your ask but I don’t know if it all sent so here. 

"Mmgndgdhfnf." You heard from the boy in your bed.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" You giggled.

He turned his head slightly, smiling while taking the sight of you in his new T-shirt and a pair of lacy underwear in, "I said, can you please come lie back down."

You walked towards the closet picking an outfit for work, "Cal, you know I've got a meeting this afternoon."

He lifted himself to his elbows, you caught yourself getting distracted by the defined arm muscles and the way the ink of his tattoos wrap around them, "but baaaaabbbeee, that's this afternoon, this is this morning."

"Calum Thomas Hood, it is 11:30am, it is barely this morning still!" You laughed at the chocolate eyed boy.

"Pfft, it's still morning, honey." He slowly rose from the bed without you noticing, stalking towards you while you were getting dressed.

Suddenly his lips were attached to your neck, just the way he knew you liked.

"Calum, no, I've got to go to work, stop it." It didn't come out as firm as you wanted, you both knew you didn't want it to stop.

"Okay, if you say so, I'm going back to bed though." He laughed cockily as he released you.

"Fuck you, Calum!" You yelled as you jumped the boy and managed to fall on the bed.

"I knew you wanted me."

"Shut up before I really do leave for work buddy." He kissed you again.

"Yeah whatever babe, you wouldn't leave me." He detached his lips from yours, planting kisses over your face between every word.

"Wanna make a bet, Hood?" You questioned, staring into those deep brown eyes that were filled with adoration for you. You couldn't tell him, but he knew, whenever you looked into those eyes you were done for, that boy had you wrapped around his finger, but you had him wrapped around yours as well.

"Hah," He smiled at you, "if you leave me right now and stay gone and not talk to me until after your meeting, then I'll buy dinner for a week."

"Well, if it's dinner we're betting with," you rose from the bed and headed towards the door, and with a wink you said "bye babe."

8 hours was much too long without Calum with you, much much too long, but you weren't a quitter.

*blip blip* you looked to your phone.

Message from Michael hey, what're you up to?

I'm working Michael, you responded knowing damn well Calum put him up to it.

Okay okay, when are you going to be home?

That confirmed it for you. When I finish work Michael, tell him I said hello and I hope it's pay week.

You shook your head with a huff, he never wants to make this easy on you. You were winning this bet no matter what.

You went into your meeting, not completely focused, but that wasn't the point. You only had half an hour left of work. You could do this. You looked back up at the clock. 28 minutes. Man time goes slow. You tapped your fingers anxiously on the desk. This had to be the longest you'd gone without seeing or talking to Calum since he got back from tour. Even asleep, he was right beside you.

8 minutes. You could do it, you were away from him for 9 months during tour. What's another few minutes.

It was finally time to go, a 15 minute drive home and you'd be able to see him agave in.

You walked through the door. All the lights were off. You were starting to get pissed, he knew what time you'd be back. You went upstairs to your room and saw the ensuite light on, following the melodic voice you'd begun to hear you walked in there.

Your boyfriend, in the shower, glistening under the water, he hadn't noticed you were there yet but you didn't care, soaking in his voice and his body was enough to make you melt. You quietly stripped off and opened the glass door, joining him. He jumped when you put your hands around his neck.

"Shit babe, when did you get home?" That smile made you weak in the knees.

"Like 5 minutes ago, I thought I'd join you." He clearly liked the idea as well because before you could process anything, he had you pinned to the shower wall, he lips on your neck. One hand caressing your cheek, the other roaming your body.

"Don't disappear that long again please, especially when we clearly weren't finished." You never truly knew how much power you had over your boyfriend until this moment. His arms snaked around you waist travelling down your sides, coming to rest underneath your bum. He attached his lips to yours again, pulling you as close as he could but both of you knew it wasn't close enough.

He hoisted you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist. You could feel him between your thighs, the pressure was building, both of you looking for some release. He turned the shower off, carrying you to the bed, he didn't take his lips off of yours once...

You laid there in silence for a few moments, catching your breath, slowing down your heart rate as much as you could.

"I'm so madly in love with you." He stated. No hesitation. As simply as he would tell you the time. Your heart fluttered and you rolled into his side, kissing his cheek.

"Hey Cal,"

"Yeah"

"You just wet the bed." You laughed.

He shook his head with a laugh, "that's your response to me professing my love?"

"Yes sir."

He smiled, you didn't know, but he looked at you like you were his entire world.