Look, it's my first story! I bet I'll look back on this and question myself. Pfft you never know. Anyway, this is based off of the Conspiracy 365 book, not the television show.

Boges/Cal fluff, don't like don't read.

Enjoy!

-Goldie

November 1

10:52 pm

You would think that, as close as we are to uncovering the deadly Ormond Singularity secret, not falling asleep would be the least of my concerns. Jot insomnia down on my list of problems, with this whole mess at the top. Since this string of events began in January, Cal and I have been through a lot of tribulations and puzzling situations. Well, Winter was there with us, but she doesn't necessarily count…

I glance over towards Winter's room, where she's sleeping.

Speaking of, she and Cal have been getting chummy in the past few months. Solving problems, hanging out near the library (which is VERY dangerous for a wanted fugitive), and eating breakfast together in the kitchen. Not that I mind! It's just that...that...

I do.

I'm being driven insane, it seems

And not for the right reason.

Shifting my gaze to the couch I lay next to, my eyes rest on a silent figure wrapped in quilts, one arm draped lazily off the side. Yep. There's my reason.

Callum Ormond, the blond sixteen-year old fugitive. My best friend… and my crush since last March. Not that he would ever know, nor would I ever let him catch on. It would be humiliating, not to mention terribly timed.

Amidst my distant thoughts, I intertwine my hand with the one hanging off the side of the couch. All of this Singularity nonsense has drained him, so it's no surprise he doesn't stir. I wish things hadn't taken a turn for the worse.

The merciless November wind howled into the night. I take time to cover Cal up with another blanket, knowing him being sick wouldn't be for the best. I wouldn't mind taking care for him, I realize, as I look towards the lunar light shining through the window. The scenery outside is nice. I've always been a sucker for nature, even though that side of me doesn't come out often. I interlock with his free fingers once again.

Beginning to caress his wrist, a blush dusting my face, I attempt to relax my senses.

"Cal," I mutter "I wish you didn't have to go through all this…"

Continuing, I brush a stray lock of hair from his face, "I wish you knew….but I am painfully glad you don't."

His moonlit face doesn't respond, probably blissfully asleep in a dream of his own. While I am admiring the dream of my own.

I hate that I have been so close to him, yet feel so far away. Knowing that he is surely asleep (and feeling a tad braver) I tenderly kiss the top of his hand. Then, I lay my head down on my pillow, still holding his hand. The action has settled my thoughts temporarily, and that helps me become drowsy. I squeeze Cal's hand softly when I'm on the verge of sleep. In my simple slumber, I swear I feel a hand grasp mine softly in response.

But, it must have been wishful dreaming.

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