Josh's POV
Intimate
*edited*

Do you want to know what was scary to me? It wasn't spiders, or heights, or even the dark.

It was moths, I was fucking terrified of moths.

Callum had chased me around and I grunted as I struggle to close the door.

"He's just a friend!" Callum shouts as he struggles to get the door open his foot between the door and the wall keeping me from getting that creature away from me.

Callum was stronger than me, but moths scared me enough to the point it didn't even matter how strong he was, good luck getting to me.

"He's fucking disgusting, Callum!" I whine, struggling as much as he was.

Ever since I was 5 and my fear of moths first bloomed, Callum always teases me about it.

"He just wants to talk." Callum says, letting out a grunt as I Kick his foot out and slam the door, quickly locking it as I breathe heavily.

I was literally shaking, moths are so gross.

I go to lay down and text Callum to go home and leave me the fuck alone when my window was thrown open.

I screamed, literally full-on girl scream.

Callum laughs shaking his head and stalking towards me as I back away from him, not even daring to look back at where I was going as Callum clasps his hand together and held them towards me.

I go to say something when I trip and stagger back.

Callum unclasps his hands and grab my arm, holding me barely above the ground as I scream again.

"Josh." Callum says laughing, his other arm going behind me to pull me up.

I hold my eyes clamped shut, waiting for Callum to drop me and laugh.

Instead I open my eyes to see him holding me in a dip positing with no moth anywhere in or near my room.

He pulls me up, my cheeks flaming red as I avoid his eye contact.

"Asshole." I grumble, continuing to search my room.

Callum shrugs, a smirk on his face. "I never even said I had a moth in my hand, I just said 'come here' with clamped hands and you just assumed it was a moth." He says his smirk breaking out into a full fledged smile.

I sigh, plopping down on my bed. "You're an asshole." I grumble to him.

"What did you say?" Callum asks, crossing his arms, a smile still on his face.

"I said to suck my dick." I grumble, "Also that you're an asshole." I smile 'sweetly' back at him.

Callum glares at me and I glare back, to match his intimidation I stand up.

"Why are you such a bully?" Callum asks.

"You just chased me around with air for half an hour and I'm the bully?" I ask in actual confusion.

"Of course you are, you always insult me, you hit me, and because you're a girl I can't hit back." He says running a hand through his hair.

I frown, "I am not a girl!" I defend, "I'm pretty sure I have a penis."

Callums lips suddenly tilt up into a crooked smile. "You sure about that?"

I bring my hands to my belt, "I don't know? Want to check."

Callum laughs, placing his hands in his pockets.

"Hell no! I don't have a magnifying glass on me."

I glare at him, "I could say the same thing about your pee wee of a brain."

Callum glares at me and I glare back, the room was silent but full of a playful tension.

I turn my back for two seconds, two. Just two simple seconds to throw down my phone on the bed.

Let's count that.

One.

Two.

That was all it took, and when I turned back I was tackled onto the bed by the one guy that knew exactly where I was the most ticklish.

His hands moved around behind my shoulders and I couldn't stop the laughter that practically vomited out of me.

I know it was weird to be ticklish behind your shoulders, don't judge.

It was truly one of the only moments that I worried about wetting the bed again.

His hands moved on my shoulders as he made baby noises to my crying-laughing face.

I was thrashing around, trying my best to get him to stop tickling me and when I finally had tired out he began to stop.

That's when I took the opportunity to throw him off the bed and straight onto the ground.

He laughed as he laid on his back and I tried to catch my breath from laughing.

"That's exactly my point!" I exclaim, still laughing slightly from the tickle fit. "You-" I pause to inhale, "-are an asshole."

When He was tickling me, I was too busy trying not to pee my pants, that I didn't even notice the uncanny position we were in.

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"Callum." I murmured as the computer screen illuminated his face.

"Hmm." He hummed, typing quickly as he did shit on my computer.

"It's, like, three in the morning. Go home and get some rest." Okay, I was saying that for two reasons. One: I was incredibly worried, he hadn't slept at all and he refused to go home, plus he kept slurping his coffee and it made a weird noise. And two: him being in my room made me feel weird, it made my heart race slightly and I didn't like the effect of it.

I was snuggled in my blanket and Callum leaned back in my chair, on my computer with his hair pulled into a sloppy ponytail I had attempted to give him.

It didn't work out and instead made him look more like a unicorn if anything.

"Am I keeping you awake?" He asks slurping his coffee again, "If so, too damn bad." He snickered slightly as I closed my eyes, ignoring him.

I hadn't noticed that I fell asleep, well, not until next thing I knew my face was warm and my blinds were wide open.

I murmured curse words under my breath as I cuddled further into my blankets.

"Come on, princess. Rise and shine." My door was thrown open and (of course) Callum stood in the open door, arms crossed and completely dressed and maybe even showered.

"Since when do you wake up early?" I grumble throwing something that was besides me at him.

"Since I drank five cups of coffee and didn't sleep." He says, grinning as he strolls to my windows and throws it open.

I grumble as the cold wind makes me shiver.

"What were you even doing on my computer last night, anyway?" I ask, sitting up and rubbing my eyes, like a child.

Callum puts his hand on his chin, "I don't actually remember." He says, shrugging.

I sigh, grabbing a shirt and throwing it on before scooting to the edge of my bed, and by scoot, I mean rolling onto the edge of my bed before gloriously falling off.

I grumble as my back thumps against the floor and I sit up hesitantly.

"Josh." Callum suddenly says seriously.

I meet his gaze, my eyelids hooded from sleepiness. "What?" I ask.

"Why aren't you a professional dancer, you're so elegant with everything you do." He says, grinning like a little kid as he walks towards me, sticking out his hand.

I place my hand in his and he lifts me off the ground as I grumble. "That's rude, you should apologize for mentally abusing me." I say, crossing my arms.

"Abusing? I did no such thing, you have zero proof." He says.

"Uh Yeah, all they'd have to do is meet you and then they'd have their evidence."

Callum frowns, "And you say I'm the mentally abusive one?" He shakes his head.

"Whatever. Why'd you force me awake even after you tortured me last night?" Callum's frown immediately goes back into a goofy, stupid smile.

"What? And I not allowed to hang out with my best friend?" He asks, forcing me to walk forward as his arm goes over my shoulder and he leads me out of the room.

He practically throws me downstairs and I have to stutter step to keep from falling.

"Where are we going?" I ask as Callum passes me and continues down the stairs.

"I don't know, I just didn't want you to go back to sleep." Callum says, sending me a smile as he skips down the stairs.

When we finally reached the bottom (which felt way longer than it actually was considering I was still half asleep)

I watch as Callum disappears into the kitchen, groaning before following him.

As I made my way into the kitchen I caught a glimpse of the clock on my wall.

"Callum! Why the fuck am I awake at 6:30 in the morning?!"

The only thing I heard was his snickers before watching him shove a banana in his mouth and chug down orange juice.

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The day was uneventful, and there was absolutely no reason for Callum to have woken me up so early. All we did all day was watch Netflix and be on our phone as Callum cracked a joke every now and then.

The only good part about waking up early was as soon as I laid on that pillow when night came, I was out like a light.

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I wrote this at 3 in the morning so it's kind of sloppy and weird and that's why Callum was up at three in the morning, cause that was the exact thing I was doing :/

Next chapter is going to be a little more serious.

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