sleepover sleepover! lately i've been thinking about college au caleb... specifically NERD caleb of college au. like he's on the quiet floor of the library, glasses on, fidgeting with his pencil while reading a textbook and he's so locked in that he doesn't realize ur standing right in front of him.... what a sight. #nerdcaleb
ugh you're so RIGhT #nerdcaleb supremacy | join the sleepover
You're not sure how long you've been standing there, not that you're complaining. You'd have already started mauling him if you weren't hyper-aware of the fact that you were in public.
Caleb had texted you a half hour ago while you were still in class with an SOS—he needed more caffeine—but seemingly hadn't checked his phone since. Or looked up from his physics textbook, either. Lucky you, it gave you ample time to ogle your boyfriend in that sleeveless shirt he'd gotten back in high school as a "joke" and his thick black frame glasses sliding down to the tip of his nose and the pen he's got hooked on his bottom lip by the clip. He's sitting criss-cross on the floor in the back of the library, stuck between the non-fiction shelves of religion and philosophy. You're torn between tapping him with the toe of your sneaker and watching how big and round his eyes will get beneath the lenses and granting yourself the gift of watching him in his natural habitat.
"Pips!" he chirps. Ah, well. He beat you to it. The textbook between you is subsequently shoved to the side as he reaches for your hand to drag you down to the floor with him. An assault of his lips and teeth find your cheeks as you try to maneuver yourself down without tumbling. It's a moderate success. You're glad you picked him up a red bull instead of a coffee. "I missed you."
"It was one class," you snicker quietly. "I saw you like an hour and a half ago."
"An hour and a half of misery and longing where my only friends were torque and newtons," he hums.