Unicorns.

Marijuana.

Aphrodite.

Tiktok smoothie bowls.

Michael.

Calum had no idea who could be ringing his doorbell at such an ungodly and early time of 1:00 p.m., but it was utterly unacceptable.

He was sleeping.

Stumbling, he grabbed a pair of boxers from his floor full of dirty and clean clothes and checked for any evidence of a previous orgasm.

When he saw nothing, he slipped them on.

He grabbed a hoodie, sniffed it, deemed it clean, and pulled it on.

Ring, ring, ring.

Ding, ding, ding.

Calum was contemplating bashing his head into the wall at the ringtone of his doorbell.

He'd purposefully made it a disney song, Let It Go, to be exact, so that he'd be forced to answer it and not miss his package because the delivery man needed a signature.

Yes, that happened.

Yes, he was pissed.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!"

And, yeah, he was coming, but he was doing it the slowest he possibly could.

The ringing stopped, and Calum could finally hear his thoughts enough to have the right mind to dodge his kitchen table in record time.

Look at him, being all swift and shit.

He finally reached the door, after what felt like hours of trying not to drop to the ground and doze off when it had only been a minute.

Hiding behind the door so as to not possibly let a complete stranger have the luxury of seeing him in just his boxers, he opened it.

He was not expecting a ball of blue hair, and that's not what he got.

Because, oh my god, Michael had red hair now.

Oh my god, Michael was at Calum's door.

Oh my god, Michael was holding a bouquet of flowers.

Oh my god, Michael had a box of chocolates tucked in his armpit.

Oh my god, Michael had a teddy bear with an adorable heart sitting on his head.

Oh my god, Michael had scrawls of words written on his forearm, and they weren't tattoos.

Oh my god, Michael was at Calum's door.

This must have been a mistake, right?

Maybe Michael got rejected by his girl and he came here to binge on chocolate with Calum like friends do?

But Michael was smiling, and most people wouldn't be smiling after a rejection.

Calum realized that he must have looked ridiculous, standing there with a gaping mouth and wide eyes, so he quickly fixed himself.

"H-Hi?

He hadn't meant for that to come out as a question, nor a stutter.

Michael took a deep breath and began reading off of his arm.

"Hi, Calum. It's been a long 4 years. At least, for me it has. I've literally lost my mind over how we ended, I haven't moved on in the slightest. I mean, I still have a framed picture of you kissing my cheek hidden in my closet. I put it in the trash bin once, and I cried for an hour. I'm so, so, sorry that I broke your heart. I'll do everything in my power to make it up to you and fix it if you give me the chance. I wanted to make this apology perfect, so I asked you for advice for yourself. There's no girl in my eyes. There's only you. So I guess what I'm asking is..."

Michael looked up at Calum, and stared into his eyes.

"Will you give me a chance? Will you give us a chance?"

It was all Calum could do to not jump into Michael's arms.

This was not happening.

Calum really owed God a 'Thank you.'

"Michael... Put the gifts down."

Calum's heart broke at the sight he was met with; obviously Michael misunderstood what Calum meant.

"I have an insane urge to jump into your arms, so if you don't put the gifts down, they'll fall and get ruined."

Relieved, Michael slowly put them down.

He didn't even have to wait a second for Calum to run into him, almost knocking him down.

Happy tears were trickling down Calum's face, "Yes, Michael! Yes! I've literally been dreaming about this moment for the past 4 years!"

Calum suddenly looked up at Michael with wide eyes, and then proceeded to pinch his arm as hard as he could, which resulted in a pained yelp and a giggle from Michael.

"You're not dreaming, princess."

Next thing they knew, Calum was kissing Michael, and both of their worlds shone a little (no, a lot) brighter.

And maybe it was too early, but fuck that.

Calum had waited 4 whole years to kiss Michael again, so he wasn't going to waste another second if he didn't have to.

The kiss was sweet, no tongue, and lasted about a minute.

Calum was in heaven.

When they broke apart, Calum climbed out of Michael's arms, and stood on his own like the independent (ha, he still called his mom to ask how to use the washing machine) adult he was.

They were both smiling like idiots, and they were both in love.

Everything was perfect.

And then Michael looked down.

His smile transitioned into a smirk, and his eyebrows raised.

He looked back at Calum's face.

"Wow, princess, you've sure grown a lot."

Calum flushed a dark red because maybe Michael was referring to how his height had gone from 5'9 to 6'0 since they were 15, but he was probably talking about how the bulge in his boxers had significantly enlarged.

Calum cupped his hands over his dick like the pathetic teenager he still was.

"Well, we should probably go inside. Don't wanna get arrested for public indecency. You're lucky the house is clean, just don't go into my bedroom. It's a crime scene in there."

Michael laughed, and began following Calum into his house, only to stop short at the door frame.

His face held a serious expression.

"Wait... I apologized right, right? This isn't some trap; lead me into your house so you can chop my balls off in private?"

Calum honest to God cackled.

"No! Your apology was amazing, though I did come up with half the words."

Calum waved his hand in a 'come on' motion, and skipped into the house.

"Grab the gifts! We can binge on chocolate and rom-com movies and laugh at how pathetic their love is compared to ours!"

Michael had done it.

He had gotten the boy.