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[sensiibles]

   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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       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.

[2k15luke]

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&. * ♡ sms !

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 :-)

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

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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 :~)

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

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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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         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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FUCKING FINALLY. i’m alive and here.

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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

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

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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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    ‘ 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 cutest human alive (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

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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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      his mouth has run dry from the mere sound of her voice, which runs straight through him. straight to the very core of all who he is, all who he’s become because of this bubbling girl wrapped around him. ‘ i’ve missed you. ’ his voice is low and brimming with that tender tone, the one reserved only for her. ‘ hands down, best christmas surprise ever. ’ the slanted grin on his face spreads wide under the glow of her infectious light, his head tilting when golden hues start to swell. any quip to follow about naughty and nice dies on cal’s tongue once their lips reacquaint, the succulent taste of her withdrawing from him a low groan. ‘ merry christmas, ’ he returns before peppering a series of kisses over every inch of her sun-soaked skin in sight, each one more desperate than the last. torn between snuggling while catching up & fucking her brains out for being gone so long, the blonde frowns behind her curtain of silken hair. ‘ so fucking glad you’re here, babe. it’s not the same without you. ’ 

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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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      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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    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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     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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    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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      ‘ 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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      ‘ 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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