CALEB - drunken confessions
you can hear it in the silence
you can feel it on the way home
you can see it with the lights out
you are in love
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Caleb is not someone who gets shitfaced. His nights out drinking usually end up with him herding his drunk friends and dragging them home, hand on their backs as they throw up in the toilet. Being a responsible drinker combined with having high tolerance makes him invincible to friends trying to outdrink him.
However, tonight was different.
You were laying in bed of Caleb’s Sky Haven apartment, watching the new show you were excited about. Two episodes in, you heard the door lock jingle, then the front door opened. Through the walls, only mumbles of “Caleb, you’re so damn heavy” and tired heaving were audible.
You got out of bed to check out the situation—only to find Caleb haphazardly thrown over the couch, Gideon standing over him with his hands on his waist. He turned to look back at you as he huffed out an “you’re on your own” before fleeing the apartment.
In the silent darkness, you approached him—standing arms crossed in front of his limp body. Caleb groans—his world spinning, and in pain from being thrown at the couch. Slowly pushing himself up, he slurred, “Huh? When did I get home?”
“You better get on your knees for Gideon tomorrow, Caleb,” you sigh. Only then did he realize you were there.
“Pipsqueak! You’re here!” He broke into a childish grin and tackled you onto the couch. Surprised, you yelped as you find yourself caged in his arms. He’s above you, metal necklace dangling above your face, “I missed you soooo much you have no idea.”
He leaned down and peppered kisses all over your face—cheeks, nose, forehead, chin. You giggle, “Caleb! You smell, and it tickles.” He didn’t stop and continued to shower you in kisses. He kissed the corner of your lips, pushed himself up to look at your blushing face, then leaned back in to kiss your lips.
You have never doubted his love for you, no matter what kind. He had always been expressive, but that was amplified a hundred times by alcohol. You guessed he’s in this state because it’s the first time he’d gone out for drinks with his friends after they found out he was still alive.
“Pipsqueak—baby, I love you soooo much, did you know?” He buried his face in your chest, collapsing onto you (“oof” -you) and started to ramble, “I’ve loved you forever, even before I knew what love was. You were, and are, the only light of my life. I loveeeee you even when you thought of me as a brother.”
You smiled, deciding to cherish this moment of Caleb being unguarded and honest. You ran your fingers through his hair, earning a sigh from him.
“You know? I can’t even imagine my life without you. What would I do if one day you decide to date some fucker like Zayne and leave me? How do I live? Whenever I’m away, I only think about coming home to you. Baby, I’d do anything for you—like if you really wanted me to I’d probably shave my head for you, and I love my hair. I just love you that much,” he paused. “Does pipsqueak love me too?”
“Pipsqueak loves you too Caleb,” you chuckled. “I will never ever leave you, I promise. You can’t leave me too.”
“That’s a no brainer darling,” he mumbled. Silence filled the room, then you heard soft breathing. “Caleb? Are you sleeping?”
No response.
“Caleb, please free me and go take a shower.”
No response.
You tried to push him up for a while, so you could help him clean up and get both of you in bed—but he would not budge. Eventually, you gave up because he was too heavy and your arms got tired.
“Goodnight my love,” you kissed the top of his head and closed your eyes.
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a/n: i love zayne i just think caleb is a bit jealous of him lol. also i didnt proof read but pls enjoy