I am sleep. Calem may b sleep too. bc sleep insues this is stupid i sweer potate
Forgetting about past events, Calem decided to become playful. He threw another pillow at
Lysandre, and pounced on him. Beginning to giggle, Calem attempted to tickle Lysandre.
Unfortunally, for Calem, Lysandre wasn't ticklish.
Sensing Calem's mood, Lysandre took over. He rolled over to where he was on top and began
finding Calem's ticklish spot. Spotting it almost immediantly, Calem burst into laughter.
"L-Lysandr-dre!" Calem giggled.
All Lysandre could do was smirk.
"H-I-I can't bre-he-the!"
He took that as a sign to stop. As soon as Calem calmed down, Lysandre got off of him and
Calem sat up. Lysandre put his hand on Calem's shoulder and sighed. That was quite
tiresome, but they would both admit, that was fun.
A few minutes passed by; both were still staring into eachother's eyes. A sastisfication roamed
through the air, nothing too romantic, and yet, Calem was blushing. They both got closer and
closer to eachother, one hand on top of the other's.
The grandfather clock rings downstairs 6 times. Was it really that late? Well, as they say, time
goes by fast when you're having fun.
"I guess its time to eat dinner," Lysandre stated.
"I was starting to get hungry," Calem replied.
Both sat for an awkward minute.
"Race ya downstairs," Calem challenged.
"You wouldn't win in a million years," Lysandre retorted.
Both bolted out of the room, Lysandre going as fast as he could, same as Calem. As usual,
Calem has had more expeirence with stairs, so he won. Reaching the bottom, he did a small
victory dance and waited for Lysandre to get down, who was still at the middle of the staircase.
"You're so slow!" Calem exclaimed.
"Can't help it! My legs don't work as well as they used to.."
"You're 28! I think..."
"You're correct."
"Woah..."
Lysandre rolled his eyes as Calem lead him to the kitchen. Opening the cabinet, he attempted
to reach the plates, which was inconveniently placed at the top of the pantry ((hm, I wonder
who did that- MOM.))
"Ngh... Can't reach... Dying... Bleh," Calem twirls into Lysandre, "Can you get the bowls,
please? Least you could do for a dying person like me."
Lysandre ruffled Calem's hair and grabbed two plate from the cabinet. Handing one to Calem,
he took the towel off of the platter and started cutting the pizza. They grabbed their pieces and
sat down at the kitchen table. They sat next to eachother, a cheerful conversation going on in
between their meal, they both crashed out on the couch. Lysandre's arm
around Calem,Calem hugging onto Lysandre. It was very peacful and quiet.
Moments later, Calem fell asleep. He was breathing through his mouth, yet he didn't make a
sound. Lysandre looked down at him and pet his head. Soon, Lysandre fell asleep as well. A
knock came on the door not too later. Lysandre sighed, got up without trying to wake up
Calem, and answered the door.
A young girl around Calem's age was present.
"Oh, excuse me, sir... Is Calem here? I'm sorry for asking at such a late hour," Serena
apologized.
"He is here, but he is asleep. May I ask you to come back tomorrow?" Lysandre informed.
"Sure-"
"What's this?" Calem popped up from the couch and was rubbing his tired eyes.
"Oh! Calem! I got a letter from your mother while I was in Lumoise and she asked me to give it
straight to you." Serena pulled out an already opened envelope and shoved it into Calem's
hands.
Calem studied over the address, then neatly took out the letter inside. By the time he looked
up, Serena was already gone. 'Rude...' He thought to himself. He closed the door and went
back to the couch to read it.
"... What?!
Lys is not actually 28 or whatevs but like wooowwwww yeah cliffhaner whats da note say is it from his mom (yes), PROFESSOR sycamoaor, or Lysnsre why would he send a letter hes alreayd there kiLL mE
