Cals Parents Never Allowed Him To Watch Spongebob As A Kid. His Mom Thought It Was Annoying, And His

cal’s parents never allowed him to watch spongebob as a kid. his mom thought it was annoying, and his dad didn’t want him getting his humor from something so unfunny. when him and andre become friends, andre always put on spongebob. he thinks it’s fucking hilarious and explains certain easter eggs in episodes because him and his brother watch the show constantly.

cal becomes obsessed with the show, asking to watch it every time he goes to the kriegman house. when he reaches ninth grade and is allowed to have a tv in his room, he watches spongebob before bed every night. his parents still hate it but can’t stop their son from watching the dumb show.

cal side eyes people while andre just full on stares at them.

proof:

rip cal you would’ve loved side eyeing bitches

hey send me assumptions you have about me and i will confirm/deny

thinking about how caldre have dogtags.

cal would pull andre in to kiss him, wrapping a finger or two around the cold metal and tugging forward. when he kisses down andre’s neck and chest, the silver would brush against his cheek and send shivers down his spine.

andre watches cal’s dogtags jingle in his face when the younger boy straddles his lap. he thinks the metal looks nice between cal’s pale skin and the dark bruises that decorate his body.

when they’re laying down, staring at the ceiling or staring at each other, they fiddle with the other’s necklace. they run their fingertips over their names and blood types. they memorize each other’s numbers. the chains get caught on each other sometimes, which makes the both of them laugh.

cal sunburns so easily.

he’ll be outside for five seconds, even just walking from school to the andre’s car in the parking lot, and have the skin on the back of his neck turn bright pink. his nose is constantly peeling. at first, his mom tried to buy him moisturizer, but it just irritated his face and made the redness worse.

during the summer, cal has to be doused in sunscreen and bug spray. he simply can’t leave the house without it. andre complains about the sickly scent cal leaves in his car from all the spray, but ultimately, he knows cal can’t help it.

multiple times, andre has sat behind cal and rubbed aloe on his back and arms. often they’ll do it while watching a movie so cal is somewhat distracted from the pain. he still lets out a his every now and then.

when he comes back from his family’s summer camping trips, his scalp always stands out against his bleach blond hair, bright red and honestly painful looking.

cal is always happy when winter rolls around, even though he knows he’ll end up being wind burnt and red faced constantly. it’s better than a sunburn, though.

andre loves pulling cal’s hair.

it started one time when they were wrestling on andre’s bed. neither of the boys remember how it started, but they ended up with cal straddling andre’s hips and trying to pin him down.

andre got one of his hands free and wanted to flip them over so he could win whatever game they were playing. he knew that pulling at cal’s shoulders was a bad idea; he’d dislocated those so many times in the past that they’d pop out of place with any hard touch. andre couldn’t lift his hips up; cal made sure of that. cal’s legs were pinned at andre’s sides, making him completely immobile.

so andre did the only thing he could think of: yank cal’s hair.

cal immediately lost focus, and andre was able to flip him onto his back. quickly, cal began talking.

“andre, get off. stop, please. i don’t want to do this anymore.”

andre hopped off immediately. he worried that he had pulled out a tuft of blond hair or jerked cal’s neck roughly, but cal insisted that wasn’t the case. andre just accepted it, still feeling guilty in his heart.

they didn’t talk about it anymore after that. well, they didn’t until a couple weeks later when they were making out in cal’s room. cal was being all squirmy and constantly moving around. he avoided eye contact with andre; it made him feel a little too hot.

andre didn’t like that, though. he wanted, needed cal to look at him. he pulled softly at the hair on the nape of cal’s neck, pushing his head up. a soft noise escaped from cal’s throat and his hips jerked forward.

for a moment, andre was surprised, but he soon remembered that one day when they were wrestling and how cal immediately asked to stop after getting his hair pulled. he wasn’t uncomfortable. he was turned on.

now, he yanks at cal’s hair all the time, mostly in bed but also randomly throughout the day. there’s a sense of dominance in the action that andre enjoys, and it’s only made better by the reaction he gets out of cal.