Hello everyone, Blaize83 here.

Welcome to my new story. I thought that I'd give the whole 'Host and Homestay' scenario a try, which will be a lot more laid back than my other story, MON - Squad Bravo (I know, shameless plug, but deal with it). For those who are following my other story, don't worry, it's not dead. Depending on how popular this story gets, I'll be alternating between the two stories, though with how busy life has gotten recently, updates might be sporadic at best. Anyway, hope you enjoy the new story, feel free to follow/favourite if you enjoyed it and feel free to drop a review or leave any suggestions for good ideas and whatnot.

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It's been three years since the revelation of liminal-kind to humanity and the founding of the Interspecies Cultural Exchange Act. Since then, liminals have started to integrate themselves into human society through the Interspecies Cultural Exchange Program, which allows its exchange students to live with human hosts to learn more about each other's cultures. It had proved rather successful in Japan and now many other countries have opted into the exchange program, one of which was the United States of America.

Being a country made up of many different creeds, it was no surprise that they readily agreed to sign onto the program, though there was a split in public opinion. Though many were fine with the idea of liminals integrating themselves into their society, there was still a vocal minority that was against the idea, thinking that their integration would have negative effects on their way of life. Despite that, the program went ahead as planned and now liminals could be found in all corners of the USA.

Twin Falls, Idaho. A small city with a population of roughly 44,000, and one of Idaho's fastest growing economies. With the introduction of the ICEP, Twin Falls has only benefitted from liminal integration. With its rich history and scenic views, it's no wonder that many liminals wanted to make new lives for themselves here. All seemed good in this little city, and everyone seemed to be content with their lives here. Unless your name is Callum Spencer.

Callum is a young Caucasian man in his early twenties with an average build and stood at 5'9". He had hazel eyes and short messy dark brown hair, though he had been told on many occasions that he looked rather handsome. He was the kind of guy that didn't let things get to him, and people found him quite approachable due to his friendly nature. Though he wasn't afraid to stand his ground and let his opinion be heard if anyone got on the wrong side of him. His easy-going nature, along with his charismatic attitude and his confidence certainly made him popular with the ladies.

As long as he could remember he always had women flocking to him for one reason or another, and since the start of his adult life there would be many a night where it would end magically, though a lot of the time they wouldn't stay long as they were only looking for a bit of fun. Callum had a talent for pulling women, though he was never able to commit to a long-term relationship and he was alright with that. He had his own flat, he had a stable job as a waiter for one of the local restaurants and he was fairly well-liked for the most part. All in all, he had a fairly content life, emphasis on HAD.

Not too long ago on a group outing with his co-workers, he had a little too much to drink and ended up flirting with his boss, Debera Williams. She was a no-nonsense kind of woman and she didn't take too kindly to his advances. Normally Callum had the sense to keep his distance from her due to her being his superior, but the alcohol in his system convinced him to say, 'Fuck it!' and take a chance. Said chance had involved him drunkenly stumbling up to her while she was talking with a friend where he then proceeded to wrap an arm around her, at which point she jumped in surprise at. Debera was acting hostile towards him due to his unwarranted contact, but he just brushed it off and pulled her into a hug, though he couldn't remember what he said to her. She pushed Callum away angrily, though as he fell he grabbed onto her arm and ended up dragging his boss down with him. As he landed hard on his back, she landed right on top of him, only to have his face buried between her cleavage. Needless to say, things went south from there.

He woke up the day after and he found himself lying in bed with a massive hangover, still wearing the clothes he was wearing the night before, which were a red and black checkered button-up shirt and a pair of navy jeans. His face still felt sore from the slap he received from Debera after the incident at the bar. As he sat up straight, he glanced at his cell phone on the bedside table to find a message waiting for him. He opened it up and found it was from his boss. Dread lingered in his eyes as he read it.

Don't bother coming into work today, I'd rather not have a letch like you around after that little stunt of yours last night. Consider this your termination, and don't bother coming back to the restaurant either, just seeing you makes me feel sick.

He thought that was the worst of it until he read the message right after it.

Go rot in hell, Perv!

Well, talk about rude and unprofessional. If there was an emoji for the middle finger, Callum was sure she would've put in multiple ones at the end of the message. Sure, he could've fought back with claiming unfair dismissal, but he didn't want the hassle, seeing she could claim sexual assault in response. Plus, he hardly had the funds to pay for court fees, so it would be a waste of both time and money. Going back to the restaurant to talk it out with her would also be a bad idea, seeing she was stubborn and temperamental at the best of times, plus he was sure she would've convinced his now former co-workers that he was some sort of sexual deviant, so he didn't want to go through that either. In his eyes, as far as they were concerned, he was a pariah.

*Sigh* "Fuck me…" He muttered to himself with a despondent look on his face.

With nothing better to do, he put his phone down and made a start with his morning routine. Callum quickly slung his clothes off as he entered the bathroom and wasted no time getting into the shower to wash off the stench of booze. As he cleaned himself off, he couldn't help but think about how this all happened.

"Seriously! Out of all the girls at the bar, why did it have to be her?! I mean, she's hot and all, but she's a complete bitch! Plus, she despises men, and I just had to go and make it worse!" He thought to himself as he vigorously shampooed his hair. "Fuck my hyperactive sex drive sometimes… And fuck alcohol too for a while…"

After cleaning himself off in the bathroom he went to the kitchenette of his apartment to pour himself a bowl of Lucky Charms, he needed all the luck he could get right now. Just as he was about to sit down and enjoy his cereal, he heard letters being pushed through the mail slot. His Lucky Charms would have to wait, this could be important. He put the bowl down and quickly made his way to the front door to see what had been delivered. He picked up the letters and browsed through them, finding it was mainly junk mail and bills. Unfortunately for him, he also found a final warning in regards to his rent, which was the last thing he needed now that he was out of a job.

"Fuck, nothing's going my way right now. There's no way I can get rent paid on time now that I'm out of work…" He thought to himself as he let the despair of the situation sink in.

He sat back down at the table in the living room with his Lucky Charms in hand and tossed the letters to the side before digging into his cereal to try and cheer himself up. He knew that the cereal wasn't that good for him, but the taste always put him in a better mood. Well, at least it normally would if his situation wasn't so dire. He'd end up having to move back in with his family if he couldn't find the money soon, and he didn't want to impose on them because of his fuck-up, and he only just got his independence as well. As he sulked to himself he glanced back at the letters to see the offending item that would lead to him losing his flat, but as he looked at it, he noticed that there was a leaflet underneath it that had escaped his attention. It looked oddly colourful, so it was a surprise that he didn't notice it before now. He went to pick it up from the pile of bills and took a closer look at it. It had a picture of two beautiful liminal women on it, one a blonde cat girl and the other a brunette bunny girl. He had to admit that they were both smoking hot, and if they were legal he would bring them back to his place and have a ton of sexy time with them before he could say 'Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious'. After being drawn in by the pair of beauties, he finally took notice of what was written on it.

JOIN THE EXCHANGE PROGRAM TODAY!

BUILDING A BETTER FUTURE FOR HUMAN AND LIMINALKIND!

Bit of a tacky slogan, but the cover photo more than made up for it. With his curiosity focused on the leaflet, he opened it up to find out what this was all about. He was aware of the basic premise of the program, seeing as he had seen several humans around town with liminals close by showing them around and teaching them about American culture. Hell, even one of his friends was hosting for a cute moth girl, well, at least she looked like a moth. He hadn't asked him in detail what joining the program involved, but Simon seemed to be enjoying his time with his homestay, Sheena. He began to read the contents of the leaflet, trying to find out what being a host would entail. It didn't give too much detail on what would be expected of him, seeing as for the most part, it was listing the benefits of having a homestay stay with him. Make new friends, cultural insight, etc. As he ate his cereal with milk, he found the section he was interested in.

"Ah, here we go. Hosts will be eligible to a stipend for hosting a liminal, and can be paid up to…" His mind froze for a moment as he read and reread the amount written on the leaflet. He then did a spit take, spirting out milk and Lucky Charms all over the table. "HOW MUCH?!" He yelled in surprise.

His eyes weren't deceiving him, he would be getting paid a lot for hosting a liminal, and from what he could figure that was per liminal as well. He could host a couple liminals and he'd be well on his way out of poverty. Finally, an answer to his prayers. He read the leaflet over again and found the website he could go on to sign up for the program. With no time to waste he left his bowl of Lucky Charms and rushed towards his laptop, which he left on the couch. He opened it up and got onto the website as fast as lightning. It didn't take him long to find the page where he could apply for the exchange program. All he had to do was fill out the form and wait for a response. Hopefully, it wouldn't take too long, he'd only have a month before his landlord could legally kick him out of his flat. Little did he know that this would be the beginning of something wild and spectacular for him.

Three weeks had passed and Callum hadn't heard a peep from the ICEP. He started to worry that they thought he wasn't suitable enough to be a host. Granted, he would have to admit that given the opportunity he'd probably give in to his temptations rather quickly, but they didn't need to know that. He only had a week left to pay up on his rent and he had no luck finding another job in the meantime. He ended up spending most of his time lazing around on the couch watching TV, seeing he didn't really have the funds to do anything else. He was currently watching a special about some of the more unorthodox liminal species that have recently revealed themselves. Surprisingly enough, chimeras and manticores were actually a thing. It had been strange enough that chimeras had snakeheads at the tip of their tails, though he was intrigued by the fact that the tip of a female manticore's tail was actually…

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Callum was distracted by a sudden knocking at the door. As much as he wanted to know more about the wonders of the manticore tail, he couldn't keep the person at the door waiting, though there was one problem. He was barely dressed, only wearing a red T-shirt and some underpants. He sighed to himself and he got up and started making his way to his bedroom.

"I'll be with you in a minute!" He shouted to the person at the door as he rushed towards his room.

"Could you please hurry?! I'm with the ICEP, and I'm here about your application!" The voice of a woman shouted back as loud as she could.

His eyes shot open upon hearing the woman's reply. He quickly glanced over his apartment and saw just how messy it had become over the last few weeks. He had clothes strewn everywhere and a load of un-washed dishes sitting in the sink of his kitchenette. The coordinator would not be pleased to see his apartment in such a state. He had to act fast. He quickly picked up a set of jeans and quickly slipped them on as fast as he could. He then picked up the rest of the clothes and quickly chucked them into the washing machine, which was thankfully right next to the sink and the dishwasher. He grabbed everything in the sink and started placing them in the dishwasher as fast as humanly possible.

"Mr Spencer?!" The ICEP employee shouted as she knocked at the door again.

"Be right there!" He yelled back as he slammed the dishwasher shut.

As he rushed for the front door, he had a nagging feeling that he heard the woman's voice somewhere before, but he didn't know where from. Was it one of the girls he had previously hooked up with on a night out? It would be super awkward for him if it was, and it could also possibly reduce his chance of being accepted into the program. He didn't have time to worry right now, he couldn't leave her waiting any longer, and he had to make a good first impression. He reached the front door and flung it open. The person in front of him was the last person he would've expected to see.

There stood a woman wearing a white button-up dress shirt, a black suit skirt, a black suit jacket and a pair of black high heel shoes, as well as a pair of sunglasses in her shirt pocket, though the outfit itself didn't matter nearly as much as who was wearing it. Her ginger hair was long and wavy, flowing down to the small of her back. Her eyes were a bright blue and shimmered like the surface of the ocean. Her skin was pale, and her cheeks were covered with a light smattering of freckles, which added to her beauty. Callum hadn't seen her in a few years, but there was no mistaking it. She was his old childhood friend, Amanda Finn.

"Am?" He muttered out loud, not quite believing she was there.

Amanda's eyes shot wide open the moment she recognised him, the shock of seeing him again hitting her harder than she anticipated. "Callie?"

The pair stood there motionlessly for a moment as they made sure their eyes weren't deceiving them. Now certain that it was him, the coordinator let a massive smile cross her lips as she rushed towards him and wrapped her arms tightly around him, pulling him into a crushing embrace as she nuzzled her cheek against his chest.

"CALLIE! OMIGOSH I DIDN'T THINK I'D EVER SEE YOU AGAIN!" She yelled joyously as she tightened her grip on him, though Callum was struggling to breathe at this point.

Despite the lack of oxygen though, Callum struggled to wrap his arms around her as he returned the hug. "Hey… Am… Long time no… see…" He replied in between ragged breaths.

Amanda suddenly stopped her nuzzling as she felt him wrap his arms around her. In her excitement, she almost forgot her reason for coming here. Though she and Callum were old friends, he was now a potential host for the program, and clinging to him as she was now was hardly professional behaviour for an employee of the ICEP. Her cheeks went red with embarrassment and she soon jumped back from him, much to the young man's relief, and she stood up straight once more as she recomposed herself into a more professional manner, trying to pretend nothing had happened up to this point.

*Ahem* "My apologies, Mr Spencer. I am Agent Finn of the Interspecies Cultural Exchange Program, and I am here today to talk to you about your application to the program and to evaluate if you are a suitable candidate or not. Your interest in the program is very much appreciated." She said in a professional tone, trying her best to keep calm despite the unexpected situation.

Her introduction gave Callum time to catch his breath, though he soon stood up straight and smirked back at the woman, trying to stifle a snicker. "No need to be so formal, Am. How long have we known each other now?" He teased, causing her cheeks to go bright red again.

"That's not the point, Callie…" She muttered as she broke eye contact with him for a moment. "I have to take this evaluation seriously, and so should you." She added as she pouted at him.

His smirk dropped as he now gave her despondent look. "Trust me, I'm too desperate right now not to take this thing seriously." He said as he stepped to the side to make room for her to come in. "Please, come in, Agent Finn."

The coordinator couldn't help but smile back at him before she stepped into the apartment. "Thank you very much."

With that, Callum closed the front door and the pair started making their way to the table in the living room, the coordinator taking note of the state of the apartment itself. She had seen worse, but if she knew Callum well, and she did, then he'd have left the cleaning to the last minute and probably missed something.

"Feel free to take a seat. Would you like a drink at all?" The young man asked.

"A coffee would be nice, thank you," Amanda replied as she took a seat at the table. "I have it with-"

"Two sugars and plenty of milk, like I could forget." He interrupted with a cheesy grin as he made his way to the kettle.

She couldn't help but let a warm smile cross her lips, happy that he bothered to remember such a thing from their time together. As she sat down though, she felt something soft underneath her and proceeded to pull it from under her, now holding a white cotton sock in her hand which she just smirked at.

"You missed one, Callie." The coordinator teased as she waved it in his general direction. "Guess some things never change."

Callum looked back at her, trying to feign innocence. "Oh, wonder how that got there."

Amanda shook her head at him while he made her drink. "You're lucky that it was me who showed up and not one of my co-workers, this wouldn't be a great start for you otherwise." She said as she placed the sock onto the table, along with a tablet that she brought with her.

After a moment of silence, the young man came back to the table and placed her coffee in front of her before taking a seat opposite her. "So, how've you been doing? Been forever since I last saw you." He asked as he took a seat opposite her.

"Yeah, since your family moved from Boise in fact." She answered as a sad smile crossed her face. "It's been at least five years now. Just wished that your parents could've waited till you finished high school first before you guys moved away."

"Yeah, well I didn't really have much choice. My dad had that job offer he couldn't refuse, plus it meant that we could be closer to our grandparents as well, so it was a no-brainer for them." He told her as he idly tapped his fingers on the table. "How did you end up here anyway? Thought you'd be working in the capital of all places."

"Well, the ICEP Headquarters in Idaho is based in Boise, but they have enough coordinators there already to cover what needs to be done. They assigned me to overlook the Twin Falls area seeing that there's been a surge in applications here in the past twelve months. I actually moved here myself not too long ago." Amanda answered as she brushed her hair from her face before taking a sip from her coffee. "But enough about me, we're here to see if you're going to be a suitable candidate for the program or not." She then turned on the tablet and found the appropriate documentation. "The ICEP has done a background check on you and have found nothing incriminating amongst you records, so that's a good start."

Callum quirked an eyebrow at the redhead. "Wait, is that why it took three weeks for you guys to get back to me?"

"They have to be thorough, Callie. You'd be surprised at the number of applications we get from people with… ulterior motives, shall we say." The coordinator replied as her cheeks went red with embarrassment.

The young man's own cheeks went bright red, accompanied with an embarrassed smile as he rubbed the back of his head nervously. "Well, I guess it isn't a surprise. There seems to be a lot of attractive liminals when you think about it…"

She quirked an eyebrow back at him. "Callie, you weren't thinking about-"

He quickly raised his hands up defensively as he gave her an apologetic look. "You've got it all wrong, Am! I lost my job recently and this was the best option I had, plus, I really want to get to understand liminals better, honest!"

Amanda let out an exasperated sigh over his overly defensive response. "That's fine, but just so we're clear, engaging in any kind of sexual relationship with a homestay is strictly forbidden under the Exchange Accord. It could cause a diplomatic incident and would result in the deportation of the homestay and the incarceration of the host in question. Is that understood?" She explained to him in a stern tone.

"Right, no sex. Not a problem." Callum replied with a massive grin and a thumbs-up.

The coordinator did have her doubts, seeing that she knew him all too well, but because of the fact that they were longtime friends, she was willing to give the guy a chance. "Alright, I'll hold you to that. Now, seeing that we're on the subject, I'll take the time to go through all the rules you'll have to abide by during your time as a host, as well as explain the support we can provide for you and your homestay, or potentially homestays."

Callum let out a sigh at her declaration, but he could hardly avoid the topic. The pair spent the next twenty minute going through the details of the program, and he barely kept himself awake as his old friend went through the finer details. Amanda would occasionally kick him in the shin to make sure he was still paying attention, something that she did quite regularly in their study sessions back in their high school days.

"Now, in regard to accommodating for your homestay," She started after finishing her coffee.

The young man shot up at that statement, earning a confused look from the woman. He didn't have a job and was due to be evicted from his apartment by the end of the week. This was going to be a problem.

"…Am, that could be an issue…" He started in a nervous tone. "You see, I've only got a week before I get evicted from here, so I was hoping that the ICEP could fund my rent in advance so I and my homestay actually have somewhere to live."

Amanda quirked an eyebrow at him. "Who said that you guys were going to stay here?"

This earned a bewildered like from him. "Come again?"

"Callie, no offence, but this place his hardly ideal for what we need in the program."

This only served to confused Callum further. "Then where the hell do you expect us to stay? This is the only place I've-"

"You misunderstand." The coordinator interjected. "Seeing that you applied for the program with the option of willingly hosting more than one homestay, the ICEP will be providing you with a new place of residence, free of charge. Though the building will technically be under ICEP ownership. We're talking about a decently-sized suburban home here."

His eyes widened in surprise, he didn't expect this outcome. "Wait, what are we talking about here?"

She smirked at him as she loaded up the floor plan of the house on her tablet and showed it to him. "It currently has three bedrooms, a large bathroom, full sized kitchen and living area, front and back lawn, and fully furnished I may add. You'd be doing us a huge favour by looking after the exchange students staying with you, so it's only fitting that we provide you with a property with enough space to accommodate you and any homestays living with you. We will also make modifications to the house if any of them have any special needs, like a room with a pool for a mermaid or scylla homestay for example, and they will be free of charge also. Though be warned, if for any reason you'd wish to leave the exchange program, the property would be forfeit and you'll be on your own to find somewhere else to live."

"Yeah, keeping a house like that would be too good to be true."

Amanda put the tablet down and gave him a serious look. "Callie, I know this is a big deal, and I wouldn't blame you for thinking this might be a little too much. If you do want to back out-"

"No, I can't," Callum interjected with a serious look of his own. "I'd be a fool to pass up an opportunity like this. And besides, you guys at the ICEP need all the help you can get with this influx of homestays, and it'd be an excuse to see you more." He added as he let a small smile cross his lips.

The coordinator couldn't help but return him a warm smile, glad that he was willing to accept the position. "Well, I'm glad to hear it." She replied as her cheeks went a slight shade for red. "If you're certain about it, then we might as well start on getting the paperwork sorted." She added as she loaded up more documentation onto her tablet. She then got up from her seat opposite the young man and took a seat right next to him. "This might take a while, so we might as well get comfy."

He just stayed quiet as she went through the paperwork with him.

Though they could sort it all out on the tablet, there was also a great deal of physical paperwork that needed to be signed and dated as well. After a while though, the pair finished going through all the necessary documentation, both of them letting out content sighs as they got it out the way. Amanda then got out of her chair and started packing up her briefcase. "Well, that should be everything. Hopefully, you'll hear back from us by tomorrow and we can get you moved into the new house in the next few days." She said in an upbeat tone.

"Yeah, still can't quite believe it's actually happening, but I'm looking forward to it nonetheless," Callum added in a positive tone as he stood to his feet and stretched his arms up, letting out a loud yawn.

The coordinator giggled to herself. "Don't tell me, you've been staying late again playing on your console, right?"

"…Maybe…" He replied as his cheeks went red.

She continued to giggle to herself at his reaction. "I guess some things don't change, though you'll probably have less time for that now that you're a host."

"Oh, don't worry. I'm sure I'll find time for it, might even introduce my homestays to the wonder that is online gaming." The young man replied as he gave her a cheesy grin.

"I'm sure it'll be quite the learning experience coming from you, Callie." She teased with a smirk on her face.

Once she was done putting away her things, Amanda started making her way to the front door with the soon-to-be host following behind. As they reached the front door she turned on her heel to face her old childhood friend. "Well, that's it for now. With any luck, we can get you and your homestay moved in before the end of the week, hopefully, you two should get on just fine."

"I hope so, it'll be the first time I've shared a place with someone since I moved out."

"Don't you worry, I'll be around to make sure you don't cause too much trouble." She teased again, earning a pair of furrowed eyebrows from him.

"Yeah, just like the good old days back in Boise," Callum replied as he gave her a warm smile.

The coordinator gave him a warm smile in return as her cheeks went red. Without warning, she moved towards him and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck before pressing herself up against him and resting her chin on his shoulder. "I really missed you, Callie." She said as she let a few tears trickle down her reddened cheeks.

The young man stood there for a moment before he returned the hug and held her tightly. "I missed you too, Am."

They stayed like that for some time before they begrudgingly separated from one another. Amanda quickly wiped the tears from her face before recomposing herself. "Anyway, I should get going. Got lots of host families to check up on and all that."

"Sure, don't let me keep you, Agent Finn." He replied teasingly with a smirk on his face.

The coordinator merely stuck her tongue out at him before she put her sunglasses on and opened the door. "I'll see you in a few days, Callie. Take care of yourself." She said as she walked out of his apartment.

"You too, Am."

With the government agent gone, he shut the front door and leant against it. Never in his wildest dream did he think he'd run into his old childhood friend again, and for her to be his coordinator too of all things. And for her to come out of nowhere to give him a lifeline too was nothing short of a miracle in his mind. He couldn't help but let a warm smile grace his lips as he thought back to all the misadventures they had as kids, as well as all the time they spent together during high school. He finally let out a content sigh and moved away from the front door. He wouldn't be in this apartment for much longer, so he might as well get started on packing his belongings.

"Well, this should be interesting." Callum thought to himself as he started organising his things.

Little did he know, this would be the end of this quiet little life, and the beginning of his struggles as a host for the Interspecies Cultural Exchange Program.