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Meeting Cal: Tomas vs. Chris

Tomas.

Cal’s mom had just pulled out of the Kriegman driveway, and Andre could see Cal waving from the front seat despite the dark night that enveloped the car. He had to leave early as they had another week of eighth grade starting in the morning. Once Cal was out of view, Andre stepped back inside and saw his brother, Tomas, waiting for him.

“So that’s your boyfriend?”

Andre was confused. He was in only eighth grade. Why would he have a partner? Let alone a boyfriend? “No. He’s my friend. I’ve talked about him to you before. It’s Cal, y’know?”

“Yeah, sure.” Tomas rolled his eyes. He basically towered over Andre; he was a senior and over six foot four. Andre hated him. “I saw the way you were looking at him, Dre. Don’t be fucking weird.”

Weird. Andre had been called that before a billion times, but this was different. Why was the way he felt about Cal weird? What even were his feelings for Cal?

Before Andre could get any more answers, Tomas walked away. The slam of his bedroom door could be heard throughout the house.

Andre could have stood by the front door for seconds or hours, he didn’t remember. The only thing he could think of was him and Cal being weird.

Chris.

Two years later, Andre’s fifteenth birthday party was held at his cousin’s apartment. The lights were a sickly white in Chris’ kitchen, a great contrast to the rainbow lights going off in the living room. Cal sat on the counter and rested his heads against the wooden cabinets. He had tried some vodka that Chris had bought a long time ago. The world seemed to spin every time he opened his eyes, so he kept them closed. He couldn’t see Andre’s brown eyes that were trained on his sharp jawline and soft features.

Andre saw everything from the way his almost white hair framed his head like a halo to the way his chest softly rose and fell. Andre saw his beauty. He saw everything and needed more.

A clap on his back drew him from inside his head. It was Chris.

“Hey! I hope you like the party!” he screamed over the music. He bent down towards Andre to whisper the next sentence in his ear. “Your boy is really nice by the way.”

Andre turned to Chris quickly, fear pooling deep in his stomach. He had only come to terms with his feelings for Cal a couple months ago. Somebody else knowing… well, Andre just wasn’t ready for that.

“What? Didn’t mean to scare you.” Chris giggled, clearly inebriated. He almost fell and caught himself on Andre’s shoulder. “Just saying. I approve.”

Someone called Chris’ name from the living room, saying that his song was on. Chris winked at Andre and glanced at Cal as he ran out.

Andre felt like his heart was in his throat. He was shocked but somewhat excited. Someone finally thought he wasn’t weird.

what do you think chris ended up doing with the note they left him?

okay so, i know he will 99.99% not be able to keep the note. the police would never let that happen. still ! this post is going to ignore that.

chris keeps the note on him at all times. it’s in his wallet, but as time goes on and the paper starts to rip, he puts it up on his wall. a lot of people hate it. his friends ask him to take it down. he never ever will.

it was the last thing his cousin ever said to him, even if it’s not spoken aloud. it makes him sad. it makes him happy. it makes him really angry. why did they involve him in this? why did they go through with zero day? why did they leave him alone in this world?

he keeps the note till the day he dies. he wouldn’t trade it for a billion dollars or eternal happiness. it’s basically fused to his heart at this point. he can see the handwriting on his eyelids as he goes to sleep. he can hear his cousin reading it out loud. he can feel the rustling of the paper even when he isn’t touching it.