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oooooooooooohhh evie this is so exciting!! what about first kiss with enemies-to-lovers!cal??

I kinda ran away with this one. Hope y’all enjoy. Word count: 1.5k

You didn’t know how you ended up on a walk home with Calum; one of few people who could undoubtedly get under your skin and push all the wrong buttons. You didn’t remember when your disdain for him had grown, you didn’t even remember why. There had just always been an air of negativity—something that dug into you and wouldn’t let go. You surmised that maybe it had something to do with his cocky grins, the questions he asked and the responses he gave; a sharp wit matched with a sharp tongue giving you more than enough to verbally spar with. And you had—plenty of times. Usually during run ins where mutual friends brought you together. House parties where you’d comment on the music and he always had the exact opposite opinion. Where girls had lustful and longing eyes wandering after his every move and guys kept you distracted from the slights you felt towards him. But walking home with him was different.

The change in atmosphere from overcrowded, overly loud and overwhelming to silent and almost serene struck a contrast you couldn’t ignore. He was calm, less jaded and more settled. Occasionally you bumped shoulders, a narrow sidewalk keeping you close together. You moved away on instinct, automatically shifting to create space between you once more. Only once did you glance toward Calum to see a smirk painted across his face, a confidence you couldn’t replicate and never saw anywhere else keeping his shoulders squared and jaw set. You rolled your eyes, a small breath escaping you and colliding into the cool night air. It was Calum who turned next; eyes curious and too confident to waver as you caught his gaze.

“What?” He asked, voice sure and strong around one syllable. You shook your head to feign uncertainty at his question, wanting to make him explain himself and his one worded question. “What’s wrong? Why are you huffing?”

You pursed your lips, not at all surprised he’d call you out in such a bold way. If there was one thing about Calum’s attitude that you could almost appreciate it was his way of always meaning what he said and saying what he meant. You rolled your shoulders back and let out another breath; perhaps to collect yourself and your thoughts but more likely to annoy him further, keep him curious and waiting.

“It’s nothing,” you said, catching the hitch in your pitch and grimacing, your tell of lying shining through. Calum gave you a doubtful look. “It’s just—why are you even walking me home?”

You decided aversion and changing the subject would be best, unsure that you would even be able to put into words the reason for your attitude. In retrospect you knew he had done almost nothing to annoy you that night. Just one smirk was enough to get you riled up, and maybe, just maybe, that was on you. Not him.

“It’s late. Dark. Excuse me for caring and being a gentleman.”

You laughed dryly. “You do not care about me.”

Calum shrugged that off with an incredulous look. “Sure I do. What gave you that impression?”

His admittance and question stopped you in your tracks, deadpan yet confused. Calum was a few steps ahead of you, not stopping to accommodate your confusion—because of course he wouldn’t—when you finally shook yourself and took long strides to catch up to him. Your brow furrowed and fingers curled into your palms. There was a beat of pause while you reconciled with his words; unsure if he meant them or said them just to get a reaction out of you. But his eyes didn’t linger like usual when in a moment of heated debate and button pushing. He did not smirk or raise an eyebrow in challenge. He simply said the words and kept moving; said the words as if they were easy to admit.

“Since when?” You finally managed to get out; thoughts tumbling into one another, forming chaos and uncertainties you couldn’t deal with on a moment’s notice.

Calum shrugged, shoulders hitching and dropping in a quick burst as he kept moving forward; your apartment complex coming into view just up the sidewalk a piece.

“Does it matter?” He challenged, tone firm and steely. He stopped and it took everything in you not to be petty and keep walking as he had done moments earlier. You prided yourself on being the bigger person and stalling your steps.

“Yes.”

Your one worded answer had him laughing. It wasn’t the same kind of laugh you usually heard from him; not the dry humorless kind that spilled from him when he disagreed with your music taste. Nor the over exaggerated guffaw when your date of the night said something even you found outlandish. This laugh was tamer, more genuine and reserved. Less laughing at you and more laughing because of you. Not with you; not quite.

“Why is that so funny?” You asked, irritation building though it was hard to muster when his laughter was light and airy and begged for a giggle or two of your own to join him.

He shrugged again and it took every ounce of effort not to roll your eyes. “I’ve always cared about you. Don’t agree with you ninety percent of the time. I think your tastes in music and movies and men are trash, but it doesn’t mean I don’t care.”

Calum started walking again, but his steps were small and he threw you a look as if asking if you were following. Following his movement and his words. It took a moment to process; memories flashing in quick replays. How Calum would linger to make sure your dates behaved, the quickness in which he had snatched a cup out of your hand and told you to never leave your drinks unattended, the questions he’d asked always prompting true colors from people. It hit you hard and fast. All those instances turning cockiness to caring. Flipping switches of annoyance to gratitude.

You bit your lip as you scurried to match his new pace. “Would my taste be so awful if I said I might somehow weirdly care for you too?”

“There’s always exceptions to the rules,” he grinned and for one of the first times you found it to be endearing; less conceited and more joking. “This is your stop, right?”

You nodded as the old brick building bore down on you. Your eyes flickered from an escape to a risk. From home to unknown territories.

“Yeah. Thanks for walking me home,” you said, the words foreign on your tongue in such a context and to Calum himself.

You shifted, unsure what your next move should be. Walking away and leaving all these new discoveries behind; left to the night where shadows were the only witnesses, or to dive headfirst into them. Calum was still, waiting for you, waiting with a welcoming presence you’d never picked up on before. You closed the distance between you, placed a small peck to his cheek and felt the warmth washing through him against the cold night on your lips.

“G’night, Calum,” you said in a whisper laced with disbelief.

You weren’t sure you could admit it at that moment, still too riled up and confused, but the small form of affection felt right. You were mid turn, about to make your way up to the building but Calum’s hand gently caught hold of yours, spun you back around. His eyes searched yours, body leaning in slowly, waiting for a type of permission. You nodded your head minutely, eyes fluttering shut as he leaned down to press his lips to yours. It was momentary, soft and gentle, easy yet alarming. Your entire body was ablaze, goosebumps rising on your arms as they came to wrap around the back of his neck, stood on tiptoes as you sought to deepen the kiss. Your mind was hazy, filled with what the hell’s and why the hell not’s. You weren’t sure how long it lasted and once you broke apart you weren’t sure it would ever happen again.

“That’s how you say goodnight,” Calum chided in a light tone; those giggles you’d suppressed from earlier finding way to the surface.

“You always have to one up me, huh?”

He merely nodded, tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear and shifted to break the hold you had on him. You let him go, still unsure what exactly happened, why it happened and what it all meant. The only thing you did know for sure was that for once you actually looked forward to seeing Calum again.

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