Cal Crushes On People Constantly. Andre Takes Months Or Even Longer To Get The Slightest Bit Of Romantic

cal crushes on people constantly. andre takes months or even longer to get the slightest bit of romantic feelings for someone.

when they were younger, cal would ask him if he liked anyone and would get so upset when andre said no. he thought andre was flat out lying to him. it took forever for him to understand that andre was being genuine. he didn’t like anyone. when he does, though, cal jumps up and down and forces andre to talk to them.

i need to write more wlw caldre… more andrea and callie coming your way 😁😁😁

andre being a skateboarder.

his brother taught him when he was little, back when they still got along. young andre would always come home with bloodied knees and scratched up palms. he fell more times that he’d ever admit as he’s to proud of admit to failure.

now, he skates around town. he would skate all the time if he wasn’t pushed by his parents to drive his car and he didn’t have to take cal to school and basically everywhere in town. when he has free time, he’ll skate down the streets by his house or near the abandoned park in new stratford that used to overflow with kids.

there’s a difference between skating and everything else. when andre runs, he imagines he’s running from something or someone. when he’s driving, he’s always thinking about the next turn and the time between him and his destination. when he skates, though, there’s nothing in his mind.

he’s not going anywhere. he’s not escaping from something. he’s just moving. it’s rare that his mind isn’t roaring with worries, plans, and thoughts. times like this, when nothing is bothering him other than a bit of cold wind in his face, are andre’s favorite parts of life.

thinking about how dylan k got buried with a bunch of stuffed animals around him.

imagine cal laying in his casket with a halo of comfort around him. his siblings place their favorite toys on his shoulders while his parents cover his chest with his childhood blankie, the blue of it blending in with his face that lacks oxygen. there’s a stuffed elephant and dinosaur resting above his head. he’s surrounded by something so childlike. his gunshot wound blew the back of his skull out, but when he’s lying there on his back, it’s invisible. the last sight his family has of him is a stark contrast to their son’s and brother’s actions. they’ve turned a villain, an evil criminal, innocent.

eric loves popsicles. during the summer, he almost always has one. when he’s in his or alex’s room, he’s got a popsicle in hand. when he’s sitting in his back yard, he has one. even in the car, he has one. alex has no fucking clue where he gets all of them and how they don’t melt.

their kisses always taste sickly sweet as eric’s mouth is coated in sugar and fake dye. there’s a constant ring around his mouth. sometimes it looks like he’s got some sort of weird lipstick on and other times he just looks ill. he doesn’t mind, though.

iroquois high school is shown to be two or more floors. every time i remember that, i think of andre and cal running up and down the stairs during the shooting. andre’s track star self would be killing it, hustling without problem. cal, on the other hand, would go up a flight of stairs and have to catch his breath for a second. after a while, andre just tells cal to take care of the first floor.