Caleb/Reid
Reid really didn't like people telling him what to do; he hated it, despised it. He knew the difference between right and wrong and he knew what he did was stupid and he knew everything anyone would ever spit out at him.
That never stopped him from pulling his little stunts, though.
He'd gamble and hustle and smoke and drink and do drugs and just screw things up for the hell of it. He knew his limits, even if no one believed that-- he knew when to stop, but sometimes, he just didn't want to.
And that was usually when Caleb would step in.
If there was anything Reid hated more than getting scolded by adults, it was getting scolded by Caleb, because he would get that superior, fatherly tone, the kind that made Reid want to snap because Caleb's logic was never flawed and there was always that understanding undertone with what seemed like years of wisdom put on top of it.
Reid couldn't stand it when Caleb tried to tell him what to do... but he still did the stupid things that got him in those situations anyway.
And that's where he was now, sitting on Caleb's couch, in Caleb's house, getting yelled at by Caleb.
"What were you thinking? Were you thinking at all? God Reid, of all the stupid things... you know you should stay out of water in a storm! Especially one this bad! Why in the world would you wanna go swimming in this weather? Well?"
Reid sighed and just kept drying his hair with the towel Caleb had thrown at him earlier.
"Reid, I want an answer."
"Because I felt like it. Why do you care? You're not my dad, Caleb, stop trying to act like it."
"So you felt like putting your life in danger? Gee, that's great, should I put you on suicide watch?"
Reid rolled his eyes and let the towel hang around his neck, "No, I just.. wanted to go swimming, I don't know. I get the point, alright? Can we just drop it?"
"No, we can't just drop it," Caleb sighed in frustration and pinched the bridge of his nose as he sat down next to Reid, "You could have been taken under by waves, Reid, struck by lightning, anything, do you get that? We could have lost you."
"I could have died hundreds of times since my fifth birthday, when are you gunna get tired of yelling at me for it?"
Reid was expecting Caleb to yell some more, to hit him upside the head, to give up... he wasn't expecting Caleb to grab him and pull him into a kiss, especially not one as desperate and hungry as this one. When Caleb finally pulled away, Reid was panting and Caleb's eyes were dark and troubled.
"When you start caring."
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AN: I'm telling you guys right now, Caleb/Reid is my least favorite pairing, next to Pogue/Reid, and anything with Chase xD I don't know why, but I just can't seem to get into it. I write it because you ask, and I try, but I'm sorry if it's not as good as other pairings I write. I tried though and I really hope you enjoyed it :)
