"And this is how it starts..."
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Royce places her hands against Calum's chest and pushes lightly.

"Okay," she turns, nose wrinkled. "You really did just wake up, didn't you?"

Calum frowns. "What do you mean?"

Royce shakes her head, running her tongue distastefully along her lips. "Someone," she begins, "hasn't brushed his teeth."

And Calum pulls back, shocked, as Royce laughs to herself.

He almost laughs, but he doesn't.

"If I brush my teeth right now--"

"You'll feel better about life," Royce finishes.

"Fuck you," Calum scowls as she laughs harder. "I was gonna ask if--"

"You should grab your toothbrush and possibly some Crest?"

"Fuck you, Royce," he sneers as she laughs harder. "God, are you fucking serious? Can you literally not for like, five seconds?"

"Alright, alright," she laughs. "I'm sorry, okay? Sheesh, Calum," she rolls her eyes. "I was joking, okay?"

He snorts. "No, you weren't."

"Okay, you're right, I was dead-ass," she grins, and Calum hates himself in that moment for even cracking a smile. "But," she waves her hand, "go on," she says. "Say it. I'm done. Say what you were gonna say."

Calum takes in a long breath. "I was gonna say..."

Royce nods. "You were gonna say...?"

"Well," he's nervous all of a sudden. Maybe he should just forget about this, his statement.  "I was gonna ask a question, actually..."

Royce hikes a brow. "If you brush your teeth...?"

The words rush out at once.

"Can I kiss you, again?"

Royce's eyes widen. She wasn't expecting that at all.

And she kind of smiles, because she's used to Calum being a cocky smart-ass around her and to hear him ask...to hear him sound nervous asking...

It's kinda cute.

"Fuck," he groans. "Stop fucking smiling like that."

"Can't help it," Royce shrugs. "'Cause that right there was just downright adorable."

"Oh my god," he pushes himself from the door. "Forget I fucking asked, Royce."

Royce laughs, trailing behind him as he leaves her at the door.

She's also noticed that he's called her "Royce" all day and not "Princess."

"What?" She grins, because this is fun and now, she doesn't want to leave.

Not yet, anyway.

"You're like, actually a real human and not a complete manwhore," she says, wondering why she's following Calum throughout his house and also wondering where the hell they're going.

"Really? 'Cause I thought manwhores were human 'cause y'know...they're men."

Royce snorts. "Smartass."

He laughs, taking a sharp right through a bedroom Royce is assuming is his. "I knew it."

"You knew, what?" Royce asks, as she leans against the doorway to what, she decides, is his bathroom.

Calum grabs his toothbrush and smirks. Toothpaste is opened and squeezed and closed and he turns to Royce, toothbrush between his teeth as he say, "Knew you were obsessed with my ass."

Royce rolls her eyes and pushes herself from the doorway.

"And on that note," she sighs, "I'm gonna go."

"No," Calum exclaims, reaching out and over Royce to close the door in her face, shutting her inside.

She whirls around. "Why are you like this?"

He only laughs, "You love it," while leaning against the counter as he continues to brush his teeth. He runs the water, spitting toothpaste into the sink before running water, right hand scooping water into his mouth to rinse the toothpaste from his face.

And Royce watches his hands.

She's always had a thing for boys' hands.

And Calum's are big and his fingers are long and his tattoos and his arms and...And Calum looks up and catches Royce's eye in the mirror.

Her eyes widen momentarily, and for the briefest of moments a look passes across her face that Calum can't quite read.

"What?" She demands, because honestly, what the hell is she doing in his bathroom with him? Why is she watching him brush his teeth?

Calum only shakes his head, shutting the water off on the sink and shaking out his hands. He reaches across Royce and wipes his mouth on a towel, and she's amused, again.

"Really? All that for a kiss?" She asks.

Calum shrugs, drying his hands, now.

"Y'know," he begins, backing Royce against the door, "I think you like kissing me, too."

"Y'sure about that?" She asks. "'Cause I'm not the one begging for a kiss."

"But, you're agreeing to it, aren't you?"

She shrugs. "I don't think I ever said yes or no."

"But you definitely didn't say no."

"And?" She challenges. "So what if I didn't? I hadn't said yes, either."

"So, you do?"

"I do, what?"

"You like kissing me, don't you?" Calum smirks. "Explains why you're obsessed with my ass."

"Stop. I'm not obsessed with your ass."

"It's okay," Calum whispers, and Royce can smell the mint on his breath. "You can admit it. You like me."

"I don't hate you, if that's what 'liking you' means."

"Just admit it, Royce," Calum grins.

"Admit what, Calum?"

"You like me," he says. "Duh."

"There you go being a smart-ass, again," she snorts. "So full of yourself, aren't you?"

He shrugs. "You could have left."

"I'm not staying, Calum."

"Technically," he continues, "you are," he lifts a brow. "'Cause you stayed."

"Fine," she retorts. "Then, I can leave," and as Royce turns to grab the handle of the door and excuse herself from this boy's presence, the hand beside her head keeps that door closed as another feels for her waist.

"Not," he begins, breathing his minty breath upon her lips, "without my kiss."

"See?" She says. "You're the one feenin' for my kiss."

"And you're the one who's gonna give it to me," he whispers, and when Royce says nothing, and when she stares at his lips, and when Calum realizes that Royce hasn't made any motion to leave, he grins, whispering again, "Knew it," and allows both of his hands to feel along Royce's waist as he ducks his head, hair over her eyes, lips upon hers.

Calum really likes kissing Royce.

He decides that as she drapes her wrists over his shoulder and he feels her press her chest against his.

He decides that he could probably kiss her forever, because she's got to be the best kisser he's ever experienced, and he's kissed a shit-ton of girls in his seventeen-year-old life.

He's hooked up with a lot of girls, too, but there's something about Royce's body and the way it responds to his that makes him think that she's probably the most enjoyable hook-up he's ever had.

He's done a lot of things with a lot of girls, and he's got to say that fucking around with Royce - from their back-and-forths to 'studying' for Calc - is actually, maybe becoming one of his favorite things to do.

Period.

And Calum feels down her waist, sliding along her thighs as she leans against him. And she's so flexible - another thing he loves because that is just so hot - because she's lifted one of her legs and hooked it around his waist.

He slips his hands beneath her ass and pulls her up and against him, lifting her upon the counter as her lips go from his own to his neck and she sucks.

Hard.

"God, Royce...Holy-"

"What?" She asks, not-so-innocently. Her eyes are big and wide as she pouts, looking up at him. And a slow smirk makes its way across her face. "I thought you liked my kisses?"

"I-" And he pauses, "I do, I just..."

"What?" She asks again, sitting up straighter. She's little and she's short, so she has to stretch to place that kiss upon his chin.

And Calum squeezes his eyes shut, the feel of Royce's lips against him doing some things to his body.

"Royce," he groans, and he gulps. "You've got...We've got to stop."

Royce pulls back. "What? Why?"

He rolls his head back. "Because."

"Because, what?"

"Because, look," And he looks down between his legs, and Royce stifles a giggle at the arousal clearly evident in his sweats.

Royce laughs. "Oh."

"Yeah, oh," he groans. "So, fuck you."

Royce tugs on the band of his sweats.

He sucks in a breath. "Royce, stop."

"What time do your parents come home?"

"They-Not 'til tonight," he replies. "Why? What do they have to do with anyth-"

"S'that your bedroom?" She asks, running her finger along the inside of the elastic band. "Like, next door?"

"Yeah, but..."

Royce's hand is slipping lower in his pants.

"Royce, oh my god, you've gotta-"

"Stop?" Royce slips her hand from his pants, jumping from the counter.

"Wait, um..." Calum's blinks, eyes attempting to refocus. "Wait, where're you going?"

"That depends," she replies casually. "Kinda depends on what you feel like doing."

"What I feel like doing?"

"Yeah, 'cause," and Royce doesn't exactly know where these words are coming from, but she feels comfortable saying them, "'cause I'm willing to help you take care of," and her eyes flicker to Calum's pants, "that,"she shrugs. "If you want."

Those words turn Calum on so much he almost doesn't know if it's a trick.

"You'll..." He shakes his head. "Really?"

"Y'know," she shrugs again, and there goes that devilish smile of hers, "If you want."

And Calum doesn't respond, because he simply throws open the door and takes Royce by the hand and drags her into his bedroom, falling on top of her upon his bed.

"Calum-" She exclaims, laughing aloud because she didn't quite expect that. "Boy, you're crazy."

But, Calum doesn't really hear that, because he's kissing along Royce's neck as he feels beneath her hoodie.

He hums. "That's why you like me."

Royce snorts, as clothing gets removed and she feels between his legs.

He hisses, "Royce..."

She pushes him onto his back, watching him roll over beneath her. "I think you like me."

"You're so fucking stubborn," he groans, as Royce crawls between his legs, running her hand along the bulge in his boxers.

"Why can't you just admit..." He pauses, as Royce slowly, painfully slowly, slips her fingers beneath the elastic. "...that you like me?" He gasps out, as she pulls his shorts down his thighs.

Royce rolls her eyes. "Calum?"

He gasps, as Royce places both hands on either of his thighs. "Yeah?"

"Shut up."

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"We need to set some rules," Royce says, turning to face him, propping herself upon her shoulder.

Her hair's down around her shoulders, all of her clothes scattered throughout his room.

Calum fights the urge to kiss her arm and her back and her stomach and her legs and all of the other places he hadn't yet been able to reach.

He rolls his eyes, instead. "Like what, Royce?"

"Like," she exclaims, "we can't do this at school."

He rolls his eyes again. "That it, Mom?"

She slaps him. "I'm serious, Calum. We can't let anyone know about this, okay? We cannot get caught."

His eyes narrow at once. "Why? It's 'cause of me, isn't it? You're scared of ruining your precious reputation, aren't you?"

Royce rolls her eyes. "Shut the fuck up with the dramatics," she replies. "I don't give a fuck about what everyone else thinks," she states, "it's my sister," and Royce shoots him a glare. "In case you couldn't tell, she hates you. I don't want to deal with that at home, okay?"

Not on top of everything else, anyway.

Calum shrugs. That was honestly a better explanation than the one he was expecting.

"Fine," he says, actually kind of happy that if it weren't for Paige, AKA Queen Bee Greene, Royce wouldn't mind being with him.

Wait, wrong.

Being seen with him.

Y'know...like, that.

"Fine," he says, and Royce grins triumphantly.

Calum stares at her, reaching out to play absentmindedly in her hair. "If we can't do it at school, then where?"

She grins wider, and surprises Calum when she dips her head and places a kiss upon his lips.

And Calum doesn't allow her to just give him one fucking kiss. He takes her waist in his arms and rolls on top of her, pressing his lips back against hers and biting her bottom lip until she lets out a gasp that allows him to stick his tongue in her mouth.

She moans.

"What?" He asks, peppering kisses along her lips and her jaw. He nips her earlobe, "What, Royce? I couldn't hear you."

"Anywhere-"

He continues to kiss her, lips pressed against hers as he feels along her body.

He does not get tired of kissing Royce.

Until she breaks away, again, pushing on his chest to separate them.

He pouts. "What the fuck was that for?"

"You asked a question," she breathes, slightly out of breath. "You asked where we could do this," she said, "if not at school."

"Yeah?" He asks, frowning as he stares down at her, because now, he's slightly nervous about her answer. "Where, then?"

Until she grins.

"Anywhere else we won't get caught."

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first: the establishment of the f*ck buddy.

i've seen enough rom coms to know that doesn't work out the way it should sooooooo.....

hehe.

it's about to be on w. these two...so. much. is. about. to. happen. i. cannot.

comment and vote! i live for these comments y'all!

xx

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