-Suzanne & Sanne writing-

Freddie yawned. Last night had gotten late, but he would never cancel a tutoring session with his favorite tutor, Callan Anderson. He walked towards his dresser to pick a fabulous outfit for today's tutoring session. He was looking forward to seeing Callan again, and for some kind of reason he felt an urge to impress Callan. Well he had good news, so hopefully that was good enough to impress Callan. Plus it might cheer him up a little, since their What'sApp conversation yesterday wasn't to good.

Callan: Freddie I need your help. Can we talk tomorrow? (yesterday)

Freddie: Of course Callieboy, but remember I don't pay you to talk. (yesterday)

Callan: I'm serious.

And quit the Callieboy. (yesterday)

Freddie: Relax.

I was just joking. (yesterday)

Callan: Not everything is a joke Freddie. (yesterday)

Freddie: Dude, don't be so grumpy. (yesterday)

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'Okay maybe Callan was right' Freddie thought after reading their conversation. 'I'm sorry if I said anything wrong. Are you still coming today?' Freddie typed. He hesitated for a moment, but then pressed the send button. He then went to his bathroom to fresh up before Callan would come over.

FLASHBACK:

Callan was on his way back home. He was looking at his feet as he continued his walk. His head was spinning. What exactly happened..? Janel liked him? Nobody has ever liked him… since elementary school. Brrrr… Elementary school. He continued walking. He was only two streets away from his house. What to do? It was so frustrating. He hated showing his emotions. They were unnecessary, Callan wasn't a psychopath. He understood emotions really well and he knew how to deal with them. Well, most of the time, love and affection were the only feelings he couldn't control or explain. He never really experienced something like this before. He didn't want to hurt her feelings because he knew how it felt. So what was he supposed to do? For a minute, he considered talking to one of his brothers but then he remembered their situations. He already knew that Taylor was pregnant, he wasn't stupid. And Ashley had an eating disorder. Whatever, their advice would be crap anyway. "BZZZZ" Callan sighed. Probably another stupid text from that stupid asshole. Wait a second… Maybe he could help. Okay. Why not. Fuck this. Callan grabbed his phone. "Freddie I need your help. Can we talk tomorrow?" He pushed the send button. Okay, he already regretted this. Shit. Stupid, stupid emotions. "BZZZZ" "Of course Callieboy, but remember. I don't pay you to talk." How he hated the name Callieboy… "I'm serious. And quit the Callieboy." In a few seconds, Freddie replied. He probably wasn't doing anything useful. "Relax. I was just joking." "Not everything is a joke Freddie." "Dude, don't be so grumpy." With that final text. Callan decided to shut off his phone. What had he done? Tomorrow was going to be a hell.

Argh. Callan's alarm rang. It was time to wake up because he had a tutoring session with that stupid ass Freddie. Although Callan was actually pissed off to admit it, he was a mess. The stuff with Janel, his tense brothers and the fucking stupid cunt who made him angry and confused. He hated this. Why the fuck did Janel like him? Why him? How the hell was he supposed to handle this? He just didn't know. He went downstairs and grabbed some random breakfast. Nick came downstairs too. He looked terrible. Well, terrible wasn't exactly the word. He looked so awful that there wasn't even a word big enough to describe it. The vibe that was surrounding Nick made Callan's mood even worse. He sat down. "So, how is your preggo girlfriend doing? I thought you were smarter than that Nick. I really did." Callan said as he took a bite from his sandwich, he didn't even know why he said it. Nick eyes widened. "Wha, how did you, what. What the hell!" Nick wasn't expecting this and he was so done with his brother and his snarky remarks. "What the hell dude! Look at me! I'm a fucking mess and you know it! Don't ask me how my girlfriend is doing! At least I have a girlfriend and friends. At least I'm not some kind of loner who's afraid to talk to a living creature. You act like you don't care Callan, that you're this knight in shiny armor. But your armor is full of chinks. It's breaking down Callan. I'm not the only one who's a mess right now. And the worst part is that everyone can see it. Not only me. The once, oh so silent smart ass Callan is actually just a little child who doesn't know how to handle his feelings, so he just pretends he doesn't have them. So, to answer your question. Yes, it wasn't my smartest move but at least I'm trying to handle it the best I can. I'm not running away from it and I'm trying to make my mistakes right. So, I gotta go. My preggo girlfriend is waiting for me. Later." Nick said as he stormed out of the room.

Freddie was on his laptop, chatting with Keegan. Keegan: "I really owe you man. If it wasn't for you me and Troian wouldn't be having a second date." Freddie: "Ah no problem. Last night was fun and that's something I really needed." Keegan: "Good." The bell rang. Freddie: "Sorry man, I need to go." Keegan: "See you Monday" Freddie: "Yeah seeya." Freddie closed his laptop and went to open the door. "Hey Callan," Freddie said. He'd almost said Callieboy, but just the last moment he remembered their texts from last night. "Hey," Callan said as he came inside. He looked tired and troubled. "Do you want anything to drink?" Freddie asked. "No, I'm fine" Callan asked. In silence they walked upstairs. 'Wow this is awkward' Freddie thought. Once they were in his room he grabbed his math and a chair for Callan to sit on. "So ehm..." Freddie started "I've got some good news." He waited a moment to see Callan's reaction, but the expression on his face didn't change. "Well what is it?" Callan asked, getting a little inpatient. "Well," Freddie said trying to sound a little more cheerful "My dads promised me that if I'll get at least a C on the next test they'll give me tickets for Disneyland" "Well that's good for you," Callan said. "And that's were you come in. You'll help me right?" Freddie said. "Sure, after all that's what I'm getting paid for," Callan said.

'Wow, this guy gets everything by only smiling, except for good grades' Callan thought.

After trying to understand math for over more than an hour Freddie gave up. "I'm bored. Shall we do something fun?" Freddie asked. Callan frowned.

"We should sing together!" Freddie said enthusiastic. "You know what? We should record it and place it on YouTube. I mean if Justin Bieber can get famous through YouTube, we can do it too!" Freddie went on. Callan was stunned by how this guy could just rant on about everything.

"Well? What do you think?" Freddie said.

"I'm not some stupid camwhore," Callan snapped.

Freddie hadn't seen that coming, Callan was never really grumpy or anything close to that. Callan was more like a zombie most of the time, but still a friendly zombie.

"I, I was..." Freddie tried, but he didn't get the chance to finish his sentence.

"You were what? Thinking about yourself! You always think about yourself." Callan yelled.

"NO I'M NOT!" Freddie yelled back.

"Oh really? Then why do you need me to get your ass in Disneyland? Why do you need me to make YouTube covers with? You want me to help you get everything you filthy little heart desires? Yeah? Well newsflash, I-AM-DONE-WITH-YOU!" Callan yelled. He stood up and threw his chair across the room. Quickly Freddie stood up and grabbed Callan to prevent him from destroying his room.

"NOW YOU WILL FUCKING LISTEN TO ME!" Freddie yelled at Callan.

"I would never USE you or anyone for anything. Is it really so weird I want to have fun with you? I'm not a robot Callan, and neither are you. I just want to be your friend." Freddie said.

He looked at Callan, whose eyes were starting to fill with tears. Freddie's grip on Callan softened, which Callan saw as an opportunity. He pushed Freddie away and stormed out of the room. It didn't took him long to reach the front door.

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Freddie was standing is his room, still stunned by what had just happened. While Callan was on his way to the only place he knew, that wasn't known by someone he knew. He ran and he ran until he finally arrived at his destination. He felt his phone buzzing in his pocket. He just ignored it, if there was one thing he didn't want, was talking to Freddie. He walked towards a bench that was standing under a tree. He sat down. His head was spinning, thinking about the things that just happened.

In the meanwhile Freddie was in his room trying to fix his chair, which Callan had destroyed. There was no way he was able to fix this. 'Ugh asshole,' Freddie thought. Why did he have to throw the chair across the room? Freddie really wanted to go after Callan and punch him in the face, but that probably wasn't the best solution. He was not just mad at Callan, he was also disappointed and sad. He'd really thought their friendship was moving in the right way. Maybe they weren't meant to be friends after all.

"I would never USE you or anyone for anything. Is it really so weird I want to have fun with you? I'm not a robot Callan, and neither are you. I just want to be your friend." Freddie had said. The words were echoing in his head. "Yeah right. People never talked with me, just because they like to. Only because they wanted my notes, or my help. He started thinking about what Nick said this morning. "You act like you don't care Callan, that you're this knight in shiny armor. But your armor is full of chinks. It's breaking down Callan." His armor? Did he have an armor? His phone was buzzing again.

Freddie tried to call Callan once again, but still no reaction. 'Why wasn't he picking up?'.

Callan's phone was buzzing again. Well, maybe it wasn't Freddie. Maybe it was his dad, or his papa. Callan decided to pick up the phone.

Freddie: "Hey Callan it's Freddie"

Callan: "Okay, sorry Freddie I'm not in the mood to talk to you right now, I've gotta go."

Freddie: "Callan, just hear me out. Will you?"

Callan: "…"

Freddie: "Callan, you still there?"

Callan: "Yes."

Freddie: "I'm sorry if I said something that hurt you. I don't mean to be mean, it's just who I am. Sometimes I can't help myself and I just say these things, but I don't mean them."

Callan: "Why do you care Freddie? Why do you even pay attention to me? You don't have to."

Freddie: "Why wouldn't I? You're nice company."

Callan: "Yeah sure, someone needs to explain your math."

Freddie: "Yeah but if you were an asshole I would've quit already."

Callan: "Okay..."

Freddie: "But seriously Callan where are you?"

Callan: "I'm just somewhere but you don't need to see me. I'm just, a little confused right now. I just... Don't know. Everything that once was sure is, well. Not so sure anymore. Oh god why am I even telling you this? I just..."

Freddie: "Dude just tell me where you are, or else I'll let my dad track your phone. Did I ever tell he works for the FBI. Well just fucking tell me where you are?"

Callan: "Freddie, you fucking asshole."

Freddie: "I'll give you one other chance to tell me where you are, or else my dads going to track you."

Callan was thinking. Well, not that that was even possible with all the information that was getting into his brain right now. So, he was trying to think. Maybe he should, just tell him where he is. He hadn't opened up to someone in ages. The last time he was, well a person with emotions, was in elementary school. And that went horribly wrong. That's why he decided to never trust anyone ever again but... He somewhat feels the urge to talk to him. "What the hell Callan? You want to talk to that asshole? Yes I want to..." Okay fuck this shit. I can't do this anymore. Nick, you bastard, you were right. My 'armor' kinda sucks.

Callan: "Do you know that old park? Just a few streets away from your house. I'm near the swings."

Freddie: "Okay I'm gonna get you callieboy"

Callan: "Freddie, this sounds wrong in so many ways. Shut your big mouth before I regret this already."

Freddie: "I'm glad to hear you laugh again"

Callan: "I'm going to punch that smile off your face."

Freddie: "Ahhh but I was thinking about punching your face first for ruining my room."

Callan: "You spoiled brat, you just smile to your rich FBI dad and he buys you a whole new room."

Freddie: "No it's not like that. If you think my life is like that you're so wrong. It might all seem perfect but my dads don't just give me everything I want. Anyway I'm coming towards you."

Callan: "Okay see you soon"

Freddie: "Okay be prepared"

Callan: *facepalm*

Freddie put his phone back in his pocket, grabbed his jacket and went outside. 'It's cold, did Callan even take his jacket with him?' Freddie thought. He went back into the house to check and Callan had indeed forgotten his jacket. He grabbed the jacket and started walking towards the park. It wasn't far from here, the only problem was finding Callan, if he still was there.

Callan was sitting on his bench, waiting for Freddie to turn up. Brrrrrrr, it was actually very cold. Stupid weather. What the hell was he even doing? He was waiting for a guy he hates, to show up and talk about his.. feelings? Well, he doesn't hate Freddie. He's just really extremely annoying. Even though Callan didn't exactly know what was going to happen, he hoped that Freddie would show up. After waiting, for what seemed like an hour, a figure showed up at the beginning of the park. Freddie could see the swings that Callan was talking about. When he came closer he could see Callan sitting on the bench.

"Hey Callan, I brought your jacket. You left it at my house" Freddie said as he handed him the jacket. "Ehrmm... thanks" Callan said. Freddie sat down beside Callan. Not too close, but just close enough to let Callan feel his appearance. "So, how are you feeling right now? I know that I tend to be annoying but you know, I can be sweet too." Freddie said with that charming smirk of his. "I'm just confused" Callan said. "Confused about what? You know you never told me that thing you needed to tell me" Freddie said.

"Well there is this girl at school. She's really well..." Callan said.

"Hot?" Freddie asked.

"She's really nice, but she's probably the most popular girl in my class" Callan continued, pretending he didn't hear Freddie.

"And you like her?" Freddie asked.

"NO!" Callan said.

"Well then what?" Freddie asked.

"She likes me" Callan said.

"She likes you, but you don't like her?" Freddie said.

"Yeah kinda like that" Callan said.

"Well then tell her that, there's nothing more you can do. You can't lie to her and say you like her. You'll only end up hurting her a lot and yourself too" Freddie said.

"Maybe you're right" Callan said.

"I've had so many girlfriends and boyfriends, of course I'm right." Freddie said with a smirk on his face.

"Why is it that always when things get serious you have to ruin it with you stupid remarks?" Callan said.

"Sorry" Freddie said and looked down at his feet.

"I guess that that's just the way I deal with difficult stuff." Freddie continued.

"I guess I don't deal with it at all" Callan said. "

Well everyone deals with it on his own way, so I guess you have your way. Which I think is that you just push everything and everyone back and then you explode and start throwing chairs across the room" Freddie said.

A light smile appeared on Callan's face. "Yeah, sorry for the chair."

"Ahh I'll fix it" Freddie said.

Both looked at their feet for a while, not saying anything towards each other. It was enough to just sit there. Callan looked at Freddie. No one had ever cared so much for him before. Freddie looked up and spotted Callan looking at him just before he turned his head. He saw a little blush appear on Callans face.

"See something you like?" Freddie said.

"What? What do you mean?" Callan asked.

"Well I mean…" Freddie said as he got closer to Callan.

"This," Freddie said just before planting his lips on Callan's.