Whatever happened between the last chapter of Classic and the epilogue?

Chapter 1

Callie and Easy had been outside, talking and kissing for fifteen minutes and Easy had noticed that Callie looked quite cold. They really ought to get inside.

"Alan's going to be out until tomorrow. Do you want to get out of here?"

Callie nodded. Easy grabbed her hand and they raced off to Richards, Easy's dorm.

Once they got to Richards, they had to be as quite as was humanly possible- but once they got to Easy's room and Easy closed the door behind them and "quietness" wasn't exactly the first thing on their minds.

As Easy clasped his hand around Callie's neck, his mouth met her's eagerly. After Callie tossed off her boots and Easy's jacket that she'd been wearing, her long, thin fingers swept down Easy's shirt, tearing it off of him. If anything good was to come from Easy's time at military school it was that his already flawless physique was even more perfect and toned, he could've put Brad Pitt, circa Troy to shame.

They collapsed onto his bed and Easy practically devoured her mouth, running his rough, calloused fingers down her body. Callie's hands swept to the waistband of Easy's pants, quickly unzipping them before Easy tossed them to the floor. The rest of their clothes disappeared in a heartbeat and Callie wrapped her hands around his neck, kissing her over and over again, omitting a soft moan as Easy traced his fingers over the rim of her panties. He slowly pasted kisses on her neck before kissing his way down her body. Callie twisted her fingers around his curls, whispering his name as he tugged the panties off her.

After all that time at military school, he didn't think he'd ever be able to kiss Callie again but now he was and he just couldn't stop kissing her; her lips felt like candy.

He kissed her long and hard before crawling across the bed, grabbing a condom out of the side table drawer and quickly putting it on. He raced his fingers across her face, kissing her softly.

"I love you."

"I love you too," Callie said, lightly twisting her finger around one of his thick, dark locks.

He kissed her deeply, then Callie ran her fingers up and down his back, pushing his body closer to her's. Easy kissed her roughly along her jawbone and Callie let out a soft moan, craning her head back in ecstasy while Easy slowly kissed his way down her body…

"What happened when you were at military school?"

Two hours later, besides the music softly tuning out of Easy's I-pod, the only sounds in the room were their tired, shallow breaths.

Easy was racing his fingers down Callie's smooth, silky back as they cuddled under the blankets. They'd never talked about his time at military school and as happy as Callie was that he was back, she wanted to understand what had happened.

Easy smiled softly as he wrapped his hand around her waist, tugging her closer to him.

"It wasn't that bad," he said, calming her visions of him having been tortured for weeks. "We had to get up early and we ran a lot. But the other guys were nice and the food wasn't actually that bad."

Callie breathed a sigh of relief and he could feel her body relax considerably.

"That's good," she said, "All those movies always make military school seem so awful."

Easy chuckled, shaking his head. "No, it's really not like that." He raced his hand over her hair. "I think you watched too many military school movies though."

Callie slapped him gently at the shoulder.

"I do not!" she said, unable to stop from laughing.

"Oh, god," Easy cried. "Callie, help me, they're torturing me-"

Shutting him up, Callie grabbed his face, kissing him hard. Easy kissed her back, chuckling softly as Callie started pasting kisses on his neck.

"Okay. I was wrong."

Callie giggled, looking him in the eye. "Yeah. But I still want to kiss you."

He latched his lips onto her's, kisser her as hard as was possible…

At 10:30 that next morning, Alan and Heath were walking to Alan's room so that Alan could get his soccer ball for them to play a game with.

"… and we just stayed up for hours talking about everything, I even managed to get her to go into the hot tub with me and…"

Alan just shook his head and smirked. Heath had been talking about Tinsley. Non-stop. And if Alan didn't know any better, it sounded like Heath seriously might be into her. But with Heath you could never be sure.

"That's great dude. I hope it works out," he said, quieting his voice as he opened the door so that he wouldn't wake Easy. They did not wake Easy for that matter, he was fast asleep. And so was Callie. Heath took one look at them from the hallway and then walked several paces away and burst out laughing. Alan luckily knew right where his soccer ball was so he was only in the room for a few seconds but he saw that Easy had his arm draped tightly around her, like he just couldn't get close enough to her. Alan chuckled quietly, shutting the door behind him. He figured those two would find their way back to each other eventually.

"Was that Callie?" Heath asked him as they walked off towards the soccer fields.

"Yeah." Alan said, smirking. "I guess her and Easy worked everything out." Alan laughed. "This is going to be just like sophomore year with them attached at the hip again. Only worse."

Heath chuckled. "Yeah… I know that you and Easy are buds and all but you seriously might want to request a room change just so that Easy can have the room all to himself, cus knowing him and Callie-"

"Okay, enough about Waverly's inseparable golden couple!" Alan said, tossing the ball at him. "And besides, I'm sure that you and uh, Tinsley could never compete with that."

Heath balked, kicking the ball back towards Alan. Alan had seen the way he was talking about Tinsley. Yes this was Heath. The biggest man-whore if there ever was one. But he did really seem to be digging Tinsley.

"And I can get with Tinsley," Heath said. "It's just a matter of time!"

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