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I love your headcanons SO MUCH RAHHH !!

Dyu have any headcanons of Andre and Cal in their middle school years, and the sprout of their connection? If that makes sense :3

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- They didn’t become best friends instantly. It was slow. Andre noticed Calvin first, he was a loud kid, dumb laugh, always leaning back in his chair like he wanted to fall on purpose, zoning out during class. Andre thought he was annoying, but kind of magnetic like static electricity before a biiiiggg storm

- Cal was the one who reached out. He sat next to Andre in 7th grade(perchance that grade but idk yet) science class and kept poking him with the end of his pencil, asking him and talking hoping Andre would reply, until Andre cracked and answered, half-assed and awkward

- Cal gave him a dumb nickname. Something like "Dre". Andre hated it. Cal said it anyway, he still said it years later

- Their first “hangout” wasn’t even a hangoutx it was detention. Cal got them both in trouble for laughing during a lockdown drill and making Andre laugh too. They sat next to each other and drew in Andre’s notebook without asking. Andre didn’t stop him.

- Andre had this weird obsession with maps(hehe I snuck a headcanon in, he's got the tism) and would sketch little blueprints of cities or tunnels during class. Cal leaned over once and went, “you planning to bomb us?” as a joke. Andre didn’t answer. Cal shut up for like five seconds after that then asked if he could help draw

- They were always getting in trouble for saying weird, morbid shit. like asking people if dead bodies float face-up or face-down, or how long it takes for a squirrel to fully rot. cal would say stuff like "what if we all just dropped dead right now lol" and andre would laugh.

- Their notebooks were full of gore. andre's had cross-sectioned organs and detailed violence. cal's were messier with little stickmen getting stabbed or falling off cliffs with captions like "oops." sometimes they'd draw together. they'd never admit it, but they were proud of the pages they made together. once, a teacher found a page of two classmates tied up and bleeding. they both said it was "just a joke."

- Cal would always steal extra fruit cups from lunch and slip them onto Andre’s tray without saying anything. When Andre finally asked why, Cal just shrugged and told him about how Andre look vitamin-deficient and made fun of him, Andre laughed along after a shove and a "shut up!!"

- One day Cal randomly dumped a broken lighter in Andre’s locker with a note that said something about how Cal thought that Andre would want it. Andre kept it, still has it.

- Andre had never really laughed around people before, but Cal one said something stupid in gym class and tripped over his own shoelace, and Andre let out this choked, wheezy noise, and Cal loved the attention he got from it

- Cal was always half-suspended, always showing up late, always talking over teachers. Andre liked that he didn’t care, but hated that he didn’t have to care. But he still sat beside him every day like they were tethered

- They didn't talk about their shared loneliness and the teasing they got from others, but they both felt it. Cal made the silence easier, Andre made it heavier. Somehow that worked out for them.

- The day it all changed, the moment that did it, the moment that really cemented them, wasn't a big one. just a hallway interaction. some dickhead jock shouldered andre into the lockers and called him "creep." and didn't stop, he just kept walking. andre didn't yell or fight back, just lifted his hand like a gun, pressed his fingers together, and "shot" him in the head, eyes locked onto the back of his head. cal saw it. and for a second, he just stared. then he lifted his own hand, long bony fingers cocked into a fake pistol, and aimed too. he mouthed boom. and smiled. they both laughed. silent, choked-up laughter like something cracking open between them, like a secret only they understood. after that, they were just always together. nobody else found it funny, but they did, and that was enough to fuel them as they grew

- it wasn’t like fireworks when they met, it wasn’t fate, it was just two kids who didn’t fit anywhere else, finding the exact shape of their rot in each other. they didn’t know what they were becoming yet, but they were already basically there

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hiii!! i love your zd headcanons sooo much! if you haven’t done this already, could you make some on how they’d act online? like how would they chat and what would they post? thank youuuu! :3

HHAHAAAIIIIII!!! that means a lot to me!! HERE YA GO!!

ANDRE:

- Doesn't post much

- He only has like 2–3 posts on any of his social medias and never posts on his stories

- All of his posts are just random photos of the sky/nature, his car, random photos he took in traffic, or cool mountains, with the captions all being the thumbs up emoji or just smth dumb like "yep"

- Doesn't follow many people

- He would never respond to messages on media, he'd send vids and reels and then NOT REPLY when anyone does the same

- His first post on Instagram would just be a dumb photo of him going "👍" from like 4 years prior that he never really deleted

- Posted a photo of him shooting a week prior to the massacre with just a thumbs up emoji 😭

- His pfp is his shitbox car in his empty school parking lot

- Only saved post on his IG is a reel of someone playing with a Zippo lighter. He rewatches it obsessively

- Subscribed to a bunch of YouTube gun channels but never comments and his liked videos are hidden

- Gets into so many internet fights

- Uses Discord and WhatsApp, he types in full sentences, no emojis, uses punctuation, and always all lowercase. Randomly vanishes mid-convo

- After his death and everything, people start digging through Andre’s old Instagram before it’s taken down. A few screenshots get reposted like a pale sky with the thumbs up emoji, a grainy photo of his boots in the snow. There's one of him at a shooting range with the same deadpan eerily-basic caption, and that’s the one that spreads the fastest. People call it a warning sign and say it was obvious and that they always knew there was something wrong with him. Some kids from school post screenshots and tag each other, mocking his old captions, making threads about how creepy he was. The same people who never said a word to him are suddenly experts on how he “wasn’t right.” Some post fake sympathy, "mental health matters". "RIP Andre". but they didn't even know him. They didn't listen to him, most of them were the ones who pushed him to it. Most are brutal: "rot in hell," "freak,", "the devil," should’ve been stopped.". His account is deleted within a few days. Just fragments that resurface in Reddit threads and TikTok theories exist after that. Nobody posts tributes, no one truly calls him a victim. He becomes the manipulator and the embodiment of evil in everyone else’s healing, he's "a symbol of evil", and even in death, he isn’t allowed to exist and be himself.

CAL:

- So many selfies. Mirror selfies, bathroom selfies, black-and-white filtered close-ups all edited grainy with sharp crosses and edgy stuff, YKWIM???

- His captions are all lyrics

- Uses TikTok regularly but never posts

- Edits photos of himself on VSCO, same grunge and grainy and vignette stuff

- Tagged in like 40 photos per year with friendgroups that he was barely evencjn

- Constantly updating his bio. Before death, it was just something small and weird like "byeeee"

- Rachel asked to match with him and he left her on read

- He replies to people’s stories with “lol” and dumb shit, and a bunch of emojis, and leaves people on read all the time

- Uses Discord and telegram. He never replies to people, he's always seen playing stuff, and he loves leaving ppl on read even by accident

- After the massacre, Cal’s Instagram explodes. His followers triple in a week, and every post of him gets flooded with comments like “we miss you angel” and “gone too soon.” Classmates start tagging him in "in memoriam" edits with soft filters and sad music, even people who barely knew him. Some post old screenshots of DMs and pretend they were close. He becomes the symbol of everything tragic and beautiful. People tweet threads defending him saying he was manipulated, that he was just a kid, that he didn’t want it to happen. Someone writes: “he was sweet. andre made him do it.” and it goes viral. Any time someone tries to mention Andre, the replies get hostile. “Don’t even bring him up. Cal deserves peace.” Andre’s name becomes a curse. Calvin’s becomes sacred. There are candles lit in his name. People start editing angel wings onto his photos. Even in death, he’s adored, sainted, soft, mourned by strangers who never looked at him twice until it was too late

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HAPPY ZERO DAY!!!!!!

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she mogged him so bad

Eric and Susan <3

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The duality of TCC is wild. If I asked "if you could bring Dylan and Eric back from the dead for 45 minutes, what would you do", one side of TCC would say that they'd ask them both questions and learn more, another side would say that they'd bring them alive and just kill them again but more gruesome, but the final side??? they'd give BOTH OF THEM the craziest most toe-curling mouth-watering butt-sex in that 45 minutes, those two mfs would see GOD

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I am so so sorry for being away everyoneee, I've had very bad motivation lately and I'm currently struggling with school, but I will be back!!! I love u all ❤️

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i love them so much 😭

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Photo of the weapons used by Kip Kinkel to commit the 1998 Thurston High School shooting

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people need to talk about kip kinkel more I'm literally begging idc how or in what sense someone NEEEEEDS to talk abt him other than me, im losing my mind

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religious calvin gabriel has my entire heart

Calvin Gabriel with religious issues

WARNING LONG POST ^-^

Cals parents never forced him to go to church but they would always bring him along every Sunday when they went he would never ask not to go. he enjoyed the snacks after church and getting to play with the other kids while the parents caught up about life. Every sermon he sat kicking his feet above the pew that was much to tall for his feet to touch the ground, barely listening, but he would catch a few words every now and then that he didn’t quite understand but stuck with that little boy nonetheless things like “sinners” and “hell”. As he grew up he never stopped attending church it was the one time a week he spent with his family, his feet no longer dangling above the pews but instead planted on the ground as if he was stuck every time he sat down. Old enough now he understood what the preachers were saying “they will rot in hell for their sinful actions” he felt a tinge of guilt every time he heard that, not that he cared he didn’t believe in god so what does it matter if he’ll rot in hell for his actions, but there was that feeling in the back of his mind that he was an imposter in this so called sacred home of god. He shouldn’t be there but he had yet to burst into flames when walking into the church so he kept going, every Sunday like clockwork never any other time except for once when he was 16. It was a cool Saturday evening and he had spent the night at Andre’s house. Andre had fallen asleep early as he always had but cal had yet to fall asleep so he sat on the ground, his makeshift pillow bed beneath him, looking at Andre sleeping silently his breath hitching every so often watching his arm across his chest rise and fall with every breath he took and it made cal feel warm despite the room being freezing. He had gone to church the week before where a new pastor was speaking that week and it left an impression on cal. Every breath he saw Andre take every time he traced his face with his eyes cal could hear the word sinner yelling at him in the back of his head cal felt wrong like there was something about him he couldn’t fix he didn’t know why the words stung so bad he’d heard them so many times before and he knew god didn’t exist didn’t he? But he still couldn’t shake it, he couldn’t stand it. Taking one more look at his peaceful sleeping best friend he stood up and quietly unlatched the window next to him climbing out as him and Andre had done many times before to get into childish mischief but now he wasn’t heading to Brad huffs house with a carton of eggs but instead the church with his prayer beads wrapped around his wrist.

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yall what are cal's siblings names I'm tweaking.. i use 'tomas' for andre's older brother but what are cal's brother and sister's names or what do people usually call those two, I need at least an IDEA so I can write and be even a little bit 'accurate'

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I ❤️ fit checks

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another caldre writing that literally had 0 reason but I wanted to write it and it's been in my drafts for like a month.. i didn't proof read this so idk if it even makes sense, but I need it outttt of my drafts😭

NSFW AND RELIGIOUS/HOMOSEXUAL URGES GUILT

andre’s hands shake as they run down cal’s body, sliding under his shirt. ‘don’t do this,’ he thinks, but his fingers move anyway, tracing over cal’s ribs, feeling the way his chest rises and falls. cal sighs softly, and the sound is like gasoline poured onto the fire already burning inside andre. ‘fuck, stop,’ he tells himself, but when cal makes that tiny whimper, andre’s whole body reacts. he can’t stop now.

his hand dips lower, fingers brushing the waistband of cal’s pants, and cal lets out this quiet, breathless moan that makes andre’s skin crawl. not because it’s bad, but because it’s too good. too real, too "this is actually happening. 'this is wrong,’ he thinks, but he keeps going, pushing past the guilt that’s clawing at his chest. cal arches into his touch, his hips pressing up, and andre’s throat tightens. every noise cal makes is like fuel to a fire he can’t control, each one hotter, heavier.

“sir,” cal whispers, voice playful and slightly-laughing at the teasing nickname. andre’s hand falters, his mind racing. ‘don’t fucking do this, dont be this way, don't be a stupid fucking f-ggot.’ but he already is. he’s been that from the moment he started staring at his best friend a little longer all the way up till he kissed cal for the first time, from the moment he let himself get lost in it. he feels dirty, repressing every part of himself that feels wrong, but his body won’t stop.

"shut up," andre barks, his face blank, he genuinely wanted cal to shut up, he couldn't take the guilt anymore. cal giggles in return.

he then gasps as andre’s hand dips lower, just barely brushing below his waist, and the sound hits andre like a punch in the gut. ‘stop,’ he thinks again, but cal’s soft moans, his shaking breath, it’s all too much. it feels like the walls are closing in, like the world is collapsing around them, but cal’s the only thing holding him together. he stares at the pale scars on cal's hips and feels sick, he's really doing this, he's really THAT close to cal that he can see those, he feels horrible.

“fuck, andre,” cal says, the nickname fading, his voice cracking, and andre can’t breathe. there's no nickname to block that it's andre whose actually doing this, his fingers curl around the waistband, but he hesitates, his mind screaming at him to pull away. ‘you’re not supposed to like this you’re not supposed to feel this way get the fuck off of him.’ but he does feel that way, and he doesn't move. he can’t stop himself. it’s like every noise cal makes drives him deeper into something he doesn’t want to admit to, something that feels dangerous, something that feels too fucking good.

cal’s hips shift under him, pushing up into his touch, and andre closes his eyes, trying to block out everything he’s feeling. but it’s impossible. he feels every inch of cal, the way his body trembles, the way his breath hitches, and it’s like they’re both caught in a spiral they can’t escape. ‘i’m not supposed to want this,’ andre thinks, but he does. god, he does. he hates himself for it, but he can’t stop.

cal moans, soft and broken, and andre feels like he’s suffocating, like he’s drowning in the heat of it all. ‘dirty. i’m so fucking dirty.’ every touch, every sound is like another match thrown onto the fire, and andre feels like he’s burning alive. but he can’t stop. he doesn’t want to stop. the star of david necklace that he threw into the lake years before still burns in his memory as it burned his chest whenever he thought about kissing his boy best friend, he feels disgusting.

the thought of all of this is making andre aggressive, violent, a bit too rough with the way he moves and grabs at his best friend. the way cal laughs in response infuriates him more.

despite his anger, andre’s hand slips lower, hesitating for a moment, his breath caught in his throat. ‘don’t. don’t go any further,’ he thinks, but cal shifts beneath him, pressing closer, silently begging for more. andre feels trapped, pinned under the weight of his own mind, but he can’t stop. cal’s skin is warm, soft under his fingertips, and every small noise cal makes pushes him closer to something andre’s been fighting for too long.

he takes a shaky breath and slides his hand fully below cal’s waist and under his boxers. cal gasps, a quiet, breathless sound, and it makes andre’s stomach twist. ‘fuck,’ he thinks, his heart racing. ‘i’m really doing this.’ but instead of feeling worse, instead of the guilt crashing down on him, there’s something else, something that feels almost like relief. cal’s body is trembling, his breath coming in short, quick bursts, and andre can feel the heat radiating from him.

“andre…” cal’s voice cracks and it makes andre’s heart stutter. cal’s fingers dig into his shoulders, pulling him closer, and something shifts. andre leans down, their lips brushing together as he whispers, “i’ve got you.” his voice is rough, but softer than before, like he’s finally giving in.

“andre, jesus christ dude- fuck,” cal breathes out, and andre can feel his resistance melting away, slipping through his fingers. ‘i shouldn’t…’ but the words are gone, lost in the way cal feels, the way he arches into andre’s touch, the way he makes those quiet and desperate noises that andre can’t get enough of.

"cal shut the fuck up, fuck-" andre commands as he squeezes at cal, the rush of guilt and aggression rising in his chest. he wanted to scream and yell and beat cal until he was nothing but mush.

he slides his hand out to unzip cal's fly and he feels cal’s body tense beneath him, and for a moment, everything freezes. but then cal moans and andre moves before he can think about it. ‘god, i hate this,’ he says to himself, fully. but as he looks at his best friends face, his pale skin, his light eyes, his stupid structure, there’s no more fighting it now. he will have to give in and deal with the guilt later.

“you’re good, cal, it's okay,” andre murmurs, his tone switching fast, kissing him again, deeper this time, letting the warmth of the moment take over. cal’s breathing hitches, his hips rocking up to meet andre’s hand, and andre feels that heavy, suffocating guilt slip away, replaced by something better, something that feels right.

cal lets out another breathy moan, and andre’s head spins, his pants feeling suffocating, cal's scent making him feel safe. every sound cal makes is like fuel to the fire, every gasp and whimper pulling him further in. ‘fuck, i can’t stop now.’

“you like that?” andre whispers against cal’s lips, his voice low, and cal nods frantically, his eyes glazed over, barely able to form words and he smiled crookedly.

“yeah- yes. i- yeah,” cal breathes, his voice shaky as he laughs at his stupid stammering. andre watches cal, the way his chest rises and falls, the way his fingers feel as they curl in andre’s hair. there’s no turning back now, no holding onto the doubt that’s been eating at him for months. cal's face rushes with red as he feels heat pool in his stomach and sweat bead down his cheeks, "fuck- this is so wrong," he laughs. but instead of andre stopping and stressing again, he laughs too.

'this is okay. it has to be. its not wrong, not anymore' he thinks, the thought making him feel safe.

"it's okay you idiot, it has to be. doesn’t feel wrong to me, cal. not anymore.” he says, his tone joking and sweet, the words making cal feel safe as he laughs in return.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY CALVIN GABRIEL!!! Heres a writing for his bday!!! (i apologize if I made any spelling or grammar errors I didn't check this over)

calvin gabriel turns 17, and the air feels more foggy than it should. nothing feels real. it’s his birthday, but he knows it’ll be his last. there’s something almost peaceful in that thought, he can finally let go. he pulls on a sweat-smelling hoodie that he found on a pile of laundry on his dirty floor, probably one of andre’s, and slips out of the house before anyone notices. his parents are prepping for the small family gathering later, and his little brother and sister are probably busy making him another card with their messy, crooked handwriting. he smiles at that, just a little. they still care, in their own way, even if they don’t really understand him all that well. hes not excited to get just some random gift that he didn't even ask for, no one knows what he likes except for andre. no one is like andre.

the cold air bites at his pale skin, his cheeks quickly turning red from the chill. andre’s waiting for him down the street, leaning against the hood of his beat-up car with a joint already rolled between his fingers. he doesn’t say much when cal walks up, just hands him the joint and watches him take a hit. the smoke curls in cal’s lungs, sharp and warm, and for a moment he forgets about everything. it’s just him and andre, side by side, sharing quiet laughter and stupid "I'm cold/im tired" small talk like they always do. the world feels distant, he likes it that way.

“you ready for the party later?” andre asks, voice low and soft, his eyes flicking toward cal’s as if he already knows the answer.

cal takes another drag, watching the smoke dissolve into the cloudy sky. “yeah,” he says, smiling faintly, his eyes staring into the distance with less emotion than his voice. “guess so.”

they sit in silence for a while, the tension between them barely noticeable, but there. cal knows andre feels it too. he feels the heaviness, the weight of what’s coming. but for now, it’s just them, two boys sitting in the quiet, pretending the world isn’t closing in. well, cal pretends the world isn't closing in, andre thinks this will just be cal's last birthday in that god foresaken town. he still thinks they'll get away in the end, and cal let's him dissolve in the delusion.

when the joint is finished, they stand up, and cal’s head feels lighter, his body a little more at ease. andre smirks, nudging him with his shoulder. “better enjoy your cake today, man. it’s gonna be the last nicely-made one you get for a while.”, he reaches a hand up to seat the hair from cal's face and stares at his faintly-red eyes.

cal laughs, shaking his head. “yeah, guess you’re right.” and maybe, for the first time in a long time, he feels okay with that. his last birthday doesn’t have to be sad, doesn’t have to be full of doom. he has andre beside him, the smell of weed on his hoodie, and the small comfort of knowing that, for now, he can still laugh. he can still smile, even if it won’t last.

after a few more minutes of quiet they climb into andre's car, the joint’s warmth still lingering in their lungs. andre taps his fingers on the steering wheel, humming softly to the radio.

“you know, after all this,” he says through the quiet, his voice casual, “we’ll be free. no more bullshit, no more fuckin pretending.” he shoots a glance at cal, eyes bright, his intentions known and dark, he truly believes it.

“we’ll be unstoppable, man. get out of this place, disappear.”

cal smiles even though andre's words hang heavy in his chest, looking out the window. he’s heard andre say it a hundred times, but today, it feels distant, impossible. andre thinks they’re going to make it out, that they’ll slip away from everything, but cal knows better. this is his last birthday, his last moment of calm before the real storm. he’s accepted it in a way that andre hasn’t and won't until it's their final moments.

“yeah,” cal says softly, his voice trailing off. “sounds perfect.” he doesn’t tell andre what he’s really thinking, doesn’t tell him that they both won’t be around to see their next birthdays. instead he just stares out at the gray sky, the houses passing by in a blur, and listens to andre’s ranting chatter.

andre keeps talking, making jokes about their teachers, the kids at school, everything they’ve come to hate. cal laughs along with him, but his mind drifts, caught in the acceptance that’s settled deep in his chest. it’s almost peaceful, knowing that soon it’ll all be over.

when they pull into cal’s driveway the house is already buzzing with relatives. the smell of dinner wafts through the air, and cal’s mom is at the door, smiling in that tired way she always does. andre parks the car and they head inside, making their way upstairs before anyone can ask too many questions or say too much apart from a few "where were you?" asks and a "they went on a 'walk', haha" answer.

in cal’s room, the door clicks shut behind them, everything feels quieter, but so much darker. cal drops onto the bed, pulling andre down with him, their bodies tangled together in the familiar way they always are. andre’s fingers trail through cal’s hair and for a moment they’re just two boys, lost in each other. they kiss, soft and slow, their lips brushing together like they’ve done this a thousand times before, but it still feels new. andre isn't a great kisser, he is too needy. teeth class together, but he tries his best. cal holds andre close, his hands gripping his hoodie, pulling him in, laughing between kisses. he runs a cold hand up andre's shirt and feels the indent, andre tells him to fuck off with a soft laugh. a laugh that isn't common, but cherished. it's just them, alone, they're happy. it’s easy to forget everything here with andre’s warmth pressed against him.

“happy birthday,” andre whispers, his breath hot against cal’s neck, and for a second, everything feels good. simple, even. it's never simple.

they stay like that for a while, just holding each other, sharing quiet moments between laughter and whispers. it’s perfect in its own way because for once, nothing else matters.

but eventually, the sounds of clinking dishes and laughter drift up from downstairs, and cal knows they have to join the rest of the world again. they pull away from each other, still smiling, pants feeling tighter than before, cheeks flushed, still laughing as they head down to the dining room.

the table is crowded with family. cousins, aunts, uncles. his mom lights the candles on the cake in the kitchen and everyone sings, their voices filling the room with a warmth that feels almost surreal. they're distorted, they are distant, they are far. cal watches them all like he's just staring at their surface like he's watching paint dry, his heart heavy, but calm. he knows this is the last time he’ll see them like this. the last time he’ll sit at this table, the last time he’ll hear their voices rise in unison for him, the last time his name will be said with love and affection instead of poison and terror.

his mom sets the cake in front of him, her smile soft and fragile, and cal blows out the candles. the room erupts in applause, and for a second, he lets himself feel the love that surrounds him. his little brother and sister watch him closely, their eyes wide with hope, they only really just wanted some cake. he wants to say something to them, to tell them to cherish this day, but he doesn’t. he just smiles and takes a bite of cake. he laughs as people point out how messy of an eater he is as andre wipes icing off of his nose with a sweet smile.

the dinner goes on, filled with the usual conversations, the small talk that cal’s always hated. but tonight, he doesn’t mind. he lets himself soak it in, every detail every laugh every glance exchanged across the table. andre sits beside him, his hand brushing cal’s leg under the table, a quiet reassurance that he’s not alone. maybe andre will even stare at all the people as they sit alone together, rest his head on cal's boney shoulder, only for a second, he moves once someone looks at them.

cal wishes it could be this good forever, but he knows what’s coming. he knows that soon, none of this will matter. he’s accepted it, the way you accept the end of a movie you’ve already seen a hundred times. there’s no surprise, no new, an empty dead end, no fear, just a calm and quiet understanding.

as the night winds down, cal watches his family pack up, his parents laughing softly, his siblings chasing each other around the living room and inspecting the gifts that their brother got. andre leans back in his chair, smirking at something cal’s cousin said, but cal’s mind is somewhere else. he knows this is it. the last night he’ll spend with them, the last time he’ll feel this sense of something good.

and as the house slowly empties, as his family starts to leave, cal stands in the doorway, watching them go. andre’s beside him, always there, always waiting, and cal knows that whatever happens next, andre will be by his side until the very end.

but, cal also knows, deep down, that this birthday, this moment, is the last one he’ll ever have. and for the first time, he’s okay with that. he’s ready. he will die once the time is right and the school is surrounded, he will die beside andre as he's standing next to him in the doorway. everything will be the same, but be left so incredibly different.

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my week ^w^

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On tiktok I have like 2,000 followers and my videos aren't that seen, but on here I have like 200 and all of y'all eat this shit UPPPP and it makes me so mf HAPPYYYYYYY and everyone is so NICEEEEEEE even if they threaten to bootyfuck Eric Harris ever FIVE MINUTESSSSSS!! I LOVE Y'ALL!!! KEEP THREATENING TO VIOLATE PEOPLE!!!!!!!! RAAAHHHHH‼️‼️‼️