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I SAW THIS AND I HAD TO, SORRY

cal writing a song for andre as a birthday gift.

after all the kriegman festivities calm down and the boys are tired from chris’ party, they head back to cal’s house. in the corner of the room sits cal’s guitar with a broken string and scratch marks.

cal stares at it. andre ignores it at first, but soon curiosity overtakes him.

“what’s up with you and that guitar?”

cal’s face goes red. how does he tell andre that he wrote a goddamn song for him? the fear of andre leaving, calling him a fag and walking out, makes cal shiver. there’s no way he can ignore it now, though. not after andre asked about it.

he grabs the instrument and mutters something.

“huh?” andre asks, nose scrunched up in confusion.

“i wrote you something, dickhead.”

andre looks surprised but nods nonetheless, encouraging cal to go on.

as cal starts playing, multiple notes are wrong or out of tune and his voice is shaky. when he’s done, though, andre tells him to put the guitar down and tackles him. his arms envelope the younger boy, and the two of them erupt into laughter.

“that was fucking amazing, cal.” he grabs cal’s face and stares into his eyes, a calm in the middle of their messing around. “dead serious. i loved it.”

they both know what andre means. he loves cal. he won’t say it, but they know the love is underneath his words and laced into his voice.