金煙玉磨

but your lips hang HEAVY underneath me & i promised myself i wouldn't let you complete me.

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    a lazy smirk trickles over pale lips when her quip registers, a noiseless chuckle rippling through the length of him. ‘ what a wimp. ’ he scoffs, twisting his body around until they lay perfectly parallel. any rising strain in her warm frame goes right over his unsuspecting head, too drunk off her aura to pick up on this shifting demeanor. ‘ yeah? ’ his palm treads backwards, skating across the front of her, encouraging the rise of her shirt with a smirk. ‘ what’d ya guys do? ’ the prompt to continue is more for the sake of hearing her melodic voice. calvin’s mind is already drifting, his libido running rampant. ‘ god, i missed you. ’ his words are nothing more than a soft exhale against the shell of her ear, deviant digits slipping under to trace suggestions over her navel. ‘ hm ? ’ pale eyes hesitate before peeling away from his languid handiwork. ‘ uh, few months i think? – why? ’ aside from a quick pinch of the brows, cal shows no signs of grave concern. sure - the question is decidedly out of place, but of all the guys his mom’s dated, this one seems alright.

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    a breath of a chuckle brews somewhere at the back of her throat, head shaking in a quaint dismissal. ‘ takes one to know one. ’ she quips, though she won’t press the issue any further than that out of lack of necessity. the press of his palm to her skin doesn’t calm her the way it normally does, though she doesn’t shy away from the warmth his attentiveness causes to spread through her veins. ‘ nothing, really. just talked a bit. told your mom all about how you refused to listen to me the whole tour and how i’d probably never speak to you again. -- she’s at the grocery store, by the way. ’ the next words he speaks have a smile tugging at the corners of her lips, content sigh expelling from her nose while she chews at her lesser brim. ‘ missed you, too. maybe tomorrow you can consider not sleeping all day, yeah ? ’ she quietly teases, fingers mindlessly carding through the hair at the nape of his neck. ‘ no reason. i was just curious, s’all. how’d they meet ? i don’t think you ever told me. ’

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LEVI: wait wtf is he doing at your place? and in your room??

LEVI: damn. that's too bad i was kinda feeling it.

LEVI: why not? i got good shit to show youuu

LENNON: are u too busy to read my texts now? i told you he's waiting at my house for you .....

LENNON: of course you were >:(

LENNON: you're busy i don't wanna intrude

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    with his eyes still thick with sleep, cal peers up from behind faint lashes. ‘ seven? ’ he echoes with a flick of his thick brows. ‘ - damn, where’d the day go? ’ the regret over the wasted time away from her settles in, jarring the boy into a series of yawns and post-nap stretches. ‘ uh huh, ’ he nods through a bellowing sigh. ‘ i’m awake. ’ to further his point, cal pitches forward and wraps a heavy arm around her waist, nuzzling deep into the warm cradle of her neck. ‘ did you get some good bonding in while i was out? ’ it’s a half-hearted inquiry, overshadowed by his quest to map a path of feather-light kisses from the peak of her shoulder to the edge of her jaw. ‘ better not of showed you any more baby pics. ’ he’s still bitter about their last visit home when his mom secretly showered mallory with artifacts of his pale and puny youth. 

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   she’ll nod her head then, taking in the softness of his expression before she speaks to break the silence. ‘ it left. said something about feeling neglected. should be back tomorrow, though. ’ she'll refrain from giggling at her own joke, opting to keep their shared moment as peaceful as she possibly can. she watches him stretch, watches the tension leave his too long limbs, and suddenly she’s debating closing her own eyes & prompting him to do nothing more than lay beside her for a while. but the weight of his arm only draws her back to the weight of another man’s hand pressed to the inch of skin at her hip where her shirt refused to meet her jeans, and suddenly she’s not in the mood. ‘ mm, it was -- nice. ’ his words pull a laugh from the back of her throat, head shaking in dismissal. ‘ no baby pics this time. promise. ’ teeth worrying into the flesh of her lesser brim, she speaks again with disdain. ‘ --- how long did you say your mom and that guy have been together for again ? ’

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LEVI: haaa classic scooter. shit forreal? guess i could make an appearance after i finish up here. is it lame or?

LEVI: you sure about that?

LEVI: come overrrr then

LENNON: he's been sitting on my bed staring at me for an hour so i guess u could say it's lame yeah

LENNON: never been more sure in my life

LENNON: no thank u :-)

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LEVI: in the studio working on a new verse for that track. what friend? tell them i said to fuck off

LEVI: uhh.. okay?

LEVI: someone's jealous ;) lmao chill she's just the collab i was telling u about

LENNON: the one that always smells like beef jerky i think his name is something weird like razor or scooter but he said he's waiting here for you so ....

LENNON: i'm not jealous lmao nice try tho

LENNON: cool !! she's super cute like i said :~)

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LENNON: where tf are you? your weirdo friend is here and he won't leave me alone i'm grossed out

LENNON: nvm i just saw your snapchat story

LENNON: have fun w/ that girl she's super cute

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    ‘ hm? ’ he mumbles incoherently at the lift of his arm, shifting around in his sleep to mold around her familiar form. if it wasn’t for the soft press of her lips against his thrumming pulse, he would have slept straight through her joining. that drive down had tuckered the boy out; it’s been awhile since he’s driven at all, let alone that long. ‘ you wake up. ’ a childish pout twists up his face, lip jutting out as he seesaws between dream and reality. his long limbs stretch out on the small bed, feet nearly dangling over the edge, and that’s the final cue that reminds him where he’s at. and who is here with him. he blinks awake, blurred eyes focusing on the figure tucked beneath his arm. ‘ hi, pretty girl. ’ he breathes, leaning forward to plant a lazy kiss to her forehead. ‘ what time is it? ’

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    the two of them hardly fit where they lay, limbs tangled if only to make sure neither goes tumbling from the bed, but she likes the closeness. she needs it right now. a breath of a chuckle spills from her throat when he pouts, and it takes all of the willpower she’d practiced when they were nothing more than friends to keep herself from kissing him. he’s soft when he speaks & she’ll take on that same stature, head lifting and elbow propped against the mattress to get a proper look at him. ‘ morning, sleepy head. ’ she coos in return, pink lips tugged upward in an impossibly fond smile. her free hand reaches out to tuck at some of the messy hair at the top of his head, eventually dragging a gentle finger down his scruffy cheek. she’s smitten, as usual. ‘ just after seven, i think. you were passed out all day. ’ mallory tells him, teeth pulling at her inferior brim. ‘ -- are you ready to wake up, d’you think ? ’

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    the sun had newly set by the time she crawls into the bed beside him : he’d excused himself to take a nap no less than two hours ago, and mallory had grown increasingly uncomfortable in his absence. it was probably just the plague of her own paranoia, but she’d sauntered away from his mother’s boyfriend with her lips turned downward in a frown. it’s with a tiny little whimper that she curls up beside him, tucking herself beneath his arm while she seeks comfort in his solace. ‘ wake up, baby. ’ she murmurs against his throat, lips softly settling there so he’ll at least be pleasant when she stirs him from his slumber.

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      it takes a few bleary-eyed seconds for recognition to settle in his sleep decorated feature. ‘ how did you … ’ calvin doesn’t even have get a chance to finish before she’s lunging for him. his hand slips from the door’s frame and together they stumbles back, the heavy door clicking shut behind them. as soon as they regain balance, he gathers his long-lost girlfriend up into his arms and swings her around, nose nuzzled into sunkissed tresses to breathe her in. home, sweet home. the long stream of questions prompted upon sight are shoved towards the backburner because who CARES about details when she’s already here! ‘ holy shit. ’ he murmurs voice thick and resonant. with one arm, he hitches the willowy girl higher up his torso, clutching every inch of her close as his head tips back to greet her. with a bewildered, slanted little grin, he gazes up at her, heart still dancing against his ribs. ‘ so, does this mean santa has me on the nice list this year? ’

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    the brunette’s completely wrapped around him within a few seconds, arms settled tightly around his neck while her ankles cross at the small of his back. she doesn’t know how she’d ever managed to go without him for as long as she had, doesn’t know how she’d been able to pull off pretending that she wouldn’t share this moment with him. mallory’s a mess of giggles while he spins her around, only tipping her head backward to look at him when he does the same to her. happy tears cloud her gaze while she faces him, heart hammering against her chest with innocent glee. ‘ you’re on the very nice list. ’ she tells him, head dipping forward to slot her lips against his for a moment much too short for her liking. ‘ merry christmas, baby. ’ she murmurs when she pulls away, hands moving to cup his cheeks.

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    naturally, calvin is passed the fuck out. face down with all four limbs spread out, he covers every corner of that lonely hotel mattress while the television entertains itself. BANG, BANG, BANG. the snoring boy stirs, his mouth twisting into a frown. ‘ no, ’ he groans with a mouthful of pillow, yanking the blanket over his head. without mallory around, the broody boy’s mood took a nose dive, bottoming out when christmas was ruled out. the second, more insistent round of knocks pervades his dreamy train of thoughts, a sense of familiarity tugging at internal alarms. he blinks awake, heaving himself upright with a yawn, and plods across the small room. ‘ this better be – ’ calvin stops, jaw dropping open when she comes into view. ‘ … good. ’ he finishes weakly, still gaping at her like a shellshocked idiot. 

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    mallory’s buzzing by the time he opens the door, the initial sight of him ripping the breath straight from her lungs. all she can do then is stare, sigh of amazement spilling from her lips because she’ll never be able to get over the fact that he’s HERS. she doesn’t have to share him with anyone, and she’s never been more grateful for anything in her life than she is for that fact. ‘ --- surprise. ’ she’d meant for her words to be full of the internal glee settling deep within the pit of her stomach, but it’s nothing more than a rasp because jesus christ, she’d forgotten how much she’d missed him. giggles begin to brew at the tip of her tongue then, bubbling out into the air separating them while her face breaks into a grin. ‘ baby ! i said surprise ! ’ she beams, not waiting for him to respond before her arms are thrown around his neck.

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    mallory lacks every ounce of patience she’d once carried as her fist pounds against the door in front of her -- it’s the first time since she’d met zeik that she’d actually been THANKFUL for him, helping her carry out her plan of surprising calvin a few days earlier than she’d originally told him. it’d broken her heart to watch him react to the news that they wouldn’t be spending christmas together after all, but she imagined it’d be worth it to see his face now. she’ll raise a hand to knock again, nearly bouncing back and forth on her heels.

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    ‘ something tells me that’s not saying much. ’ he deadpans, mouth twisted into a wry grin. ‘ you’re giving me WAY too much credit. – where would i have found the time to rig all that, hm ? ’ milo may seem exasperated by the whole thing, but it’s only to save face. and when his back turns for the door, a fleeting smile breaks the surface. ‘ you’re beautiful, nixon. get over it. ’ his shoulders lift, ending this discussion with a dismissive shrug. guilty of a one track mind, milo hastily ushers her into the house and beelines for the hall. once they’re out of earshot, his eyes angle over his shoulder towards the bummer lovebirds. ‘ the hell happened to them ? ’

    her expression wilted about an hour ago now and connor has been going over the night in his head ever since. it was enough to drive any boy crazy, especially one as determined as connor is. no matter how hard he tried to regain her attention, he couldn’t even get her to look at him on the ride back. and when her gaze does finally travel up to his, it’s only so flat lips can contort into a weak smile that twists his insides up. ‘ liv? ’ he tries, voice hesitant. pull it together, man. connor pauses, counts to three, and then clears his throat. ‘ hey, we could even get creative with it. make some sort of a drinking game, like … every time someone jumps, you gotta drink. ’ at this point, he’s just talking to himself, but he’ll pretend not to notice. 

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    she’ll admit that she hadn’t actually given the scenario much thought : it didn’t make sense for him to have messed with the votes because he really didn’t have time, did he ? the only time she hadn’t been with him had been when she was dancing with connor and that’d happened after they’d already announced her as queen. ‘ --- fine. i believe you. for now. ’ she’s less than intimidating when she speaks, eyes narrowed. she likes the way he uses her last name, like she’s far enough in his league to actually be on his team, but she won’t get ahead of herself as she allows him to lead her down the hall. she’ll frown at his words, line of vision following his steady gaze. ‘ i’m not sure. they seemed fine most of the night, didn’t they ? should i go talk to him ? --- also, can i maybe borrow a t-shirt to put on ? ’

    she’s well aware of the fact that she’s being childish, but surely she can’t be expected to help the way she feels. she’d been naive enough to convince herself that this meant something, that he’d asked her to prom and held her hand all night because he liked her, but she wonders now if maybe she’d been nothing more than his second choice. a runner up to his real queen, it seemed. she can hear him speaking beside her though it’s muffled by her own rampant thoughts, and she’s not rude enough to COMPLETELY ignore him. ‘ --- huh ? yeah. yeah, sure. whatever you wanna do. ’ she confirms with a weak smile, though she planned on sneaking to her room the first chance she was presented with. 

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      ‘ so, what’s the plan after this again? ’ they must’ve gone over it a thousand times in preparation, but connor had been too hyper-focused on the dance at the time. ‘ movies, right? ’ he tries again, nudging his date with a hopeful gaze. but still she doesn’t respond. maybe she’s just tired, he reasons with a silent frown. or … could it be something he said?  ‘ my vote’s for whatever new paranormal activity just came out. have you guys seen the trailer for that yet? looks freaky. ’ 

      ‘ look – i couldn’t give two shits about what movie we watch, i just need to get the fuck outta this. ’ milo gripes for the umpteenth time that night as he yanks off this goddamn noose from around his neck. his furrowed gaze flits between the stiff pair – both of them look like they could use another drink. the limo pulls into their drive and his eyes soften back on jo. ‘ come on, homecoming queen. ’ he prompts, removing the possessive hand from her thigh. ‘ let’s get you out of that dress. ’ cue the suggestive wink as the cheeky boy reaches for her hand. 

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    it’s not like she’s purposely ignoring him -- she couldn’t if she tried & that had been the initial problem -- it’s just that she kind of wants to CRY where she’s settled in the back of the limo, chest carved hollow and stoic gaze trained outside the window. she barely notices when he speaks, barely recognizes the press of his body when it nudges against her own, and she thinks maybe that’s a good thing. maybe she’s not in as deep as she thought. and yet when she foolishly chances a look at him to offer a nod of her head and a forced, close-lipped smile, all it takes is the sight of his eyes to tell her that she’s never been deeper.

    the blonde won’t focus her energy on the clear tension between the other pair -- she’ll ask connor what’d happened whenever they’re alone -- and instead attempts to lighten it, head nodding excitedly. ‘ totally terrifying. the trailer gave me goosebumps. ’ she giggles, and as much as she’d love to focus her attention on her best friend because he’s the one that’d been talking, she can’t focus on anything but milo and the press of his hand to her thigh. her head tips back in a laugh when he speaks again, reaching for his hand with flushed cheeks. ‘ i still don’t believe you didn’t rig it. i know when you’re up to something. ’

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    the minute her eyebrows pinch together, a wave of relief washes over him. it was nothing more than a silly, alcohol-induced notion, to think she’d up and leave him like that. but the levee broke when his heart got involved and now the paranoia he’d once buried floods his system. calvin leans in when she speaks, head heavy in the cradle of his hand. ‘ i love you. ’ he murmurs back, a soft smile playing on his lips. of course mallory was thinking ahead, she always did and more often than not, that’s what saved them. ‘ okay! ’ the boy perks right up at that, rubbing his hands together like a giddy kid on christmas. ‘ this is so cool, i’m going to be living in the FUTURE. ’ calvin’s been stuck on the time difference ever since he figured out she was a day ahead over there. ‘ babe, we should get a playstation so your brother can come over and game with me! ’

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    it becomes painfully obvious to her by then that he’s been drinking, because there’s something tugging at the back of her skull that tells her he wouldn’t tell her he loves her if he wasn’t inebriated. and it makes her heart begin to hammer in her chest, yeah, but she won’t do anything but smile in return because she’s still not sure if he’d meant to say it. ‘ you kind of ARE in the future, aren’t you ? or maybe i’m in the past. ’ she considers, nose crinkling as she stands from her place on the bed. ‘ whatever you want, baby. ---- think it might be a little while before he can hold a controller, though. ’ she laughs, head shaking in amusement. ‘ so -- this is my room. our room, i mean. i’ve got the same blankets from the last place but we can get different ones when you come back, if you want ! and pictures of us on the desk, obviously. oh, and i hung up your posters on the walls and everything ! it looks okay, right ? we can do more decorating when you’re home but i tried to add some of your stuff, too. ’

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    ‘ looks better on you, anyways. ’ he admits, lips quirking up into a lopsided grin. ‘ oh, what’s that? this too much MAN for you to handle? ’ the boy presses his teetering luck further, flashing her a glimpse of his pasty white torso. but then mallory scolds him and he’s beaming at the screen like a goddamn idiot. it’s too late to heed her warning now, however, as he’s already pitched too far back to gracefully recover. in a whir of flailing limbs, he flips over, crashing to the floor hard with a low groan. ‘ i’m good. ’ cursing under his breath, cal props the stupid chair back up. some things never change. ‘ – that’s it, i’m coming to australia. ’ he deadpans with a wry smile. 

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    her hands raise to cover her face then, head shaking in amusement while he raises his shirt just enough for her to see what she’s missing out on ‘ that’s not fair. ’ she pouts, repeating the action he’d made only enough to show off her tanned abdomen. the sun had been good to her, it seemed. ‘ calvin ! ’ mallory groans while he tumbles to the floor, fingers pressing against her temples. she’s only a little worried about him when he resurfaces, namely because he was foolish enough to do the same thing again. ‘ are you alright, at least ? ---- you can’t. but when you’re all done touring you can come see my new place & we can break it in. we have to fuck on like -- EVERY surface. figure you’re gonna be staying there, anyway. right ? ’

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    he immediately lights up when her laugh fills the empty room. he may or may not be going through some serious mallory withdrawals. ‘ hey, ’ tossing both palms up, cal rocks back in the same rolling desk chair he used to race zeik in. ‘ don’t hate me ‘cause you’re beautiful. ’ calvin winks, tipping back onto the hind wheels rather precariously. ‘ nice shirt, by the way. ’ to be honest, he had been worried he might’ve lost that one. and it’s her personal favorite! ‘ gotta make sure some hemsworth-looking hunky dude doesn’t whisk you away from me while you’re gone. i mean … who needs thor when you can have all of dis. ’ a hand motions to his dimpled face, nearly toppling over in the process. 

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    propping her chin up into her open palm, she lets her eyes rake over every bit of him as though it’d been YEARS since the last time they’d seen each other. it’s not like she’d wanted to go home without him -- she had to sign the final lease & get the rest of her stuff moved into her new place -- and it’s already not the same without him. ‘ you’re not getting this one back. i hope you know that. -- careful, baby. all of that might be too much for me. ’ she giggles, chest overflowing with fondness. ‘ what’ve i told you ? all legs on the floor. you’re gonna hurt yourself & i won’t be there to patch you up. ’

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MILO: i guess you'll just have to wait and see ;)

MILO: yea yea don't get carried away

MILO: only cuz i like you

MILO: good. but even if you're not better i still want to hang

MILO: we'll just chill and watch something. you can even sleep on me if you need to

JOHANNA: i don't wanna!!!

JOHANNA: maybe i want to tho

JOHANNA: you like me? :)

JOHANNA: no no NO i don't want you to get sick so no no

JOHANNA: i wanna sleep on you