Specific prompt: Instead of telling the truth about not being blue, Cal pretends he is and Bram has to watch it all. Obviously give it a happy ending, maybe Cal slips up (Maybe he says he hates Oreos) and while Simon is all sad about not finding his blue Bram comforts him and blurts out that it's him
Dear you beautiful, beautiful human being. This prompt was possibly my favorite thing I have ever written. It has taken me just about a month to finish this, but here it is. Have I mentioned how much I fucking love this prompt? So here it is: the fabled Cal Price is a Lying Bitch.
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I’m sorry, but I don’t think I’m the person you think I am.
The hurt already piercing his chest from all of the no’s became more a splitting pain with that line. Cal wasn’t Blue; it was someone else. As the end replayed in his head, it seemed more to be spoken by a robot. For as long as he could remember now, Blue’s emails had always read in Cal’s voice.
Blue didn’t seem too keen on correcting him at the moment.
Why did he have to guess? Why couldn’t he have just been okay with not knowing who Blue was? What was he supposed to do now? With no Blue to talk to and no Jacques to be, who even was he anymore?
He typed out a response and sent it without reading it over, certain it was peppered with mistakes. He hoped, although rather unlikely, that perhaps Blue’s guess would end up to be wrong too, but with everything going on…
One look at the Tumblr and everything would be crystal clear.
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