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Dec. 19th, 2019 03:37 pmDec 21
Working on the car is a regular thing. Caleb has therapy on Sundays, and he works with Michael on the car on Fridays and Saturdays. Clint and the guys have invited Caleb out with them more than once since the dance, but Caleb is feeling a little... crowded by them.
By Clint.
Clint really likes Caleb, and it's weird. Not bad-weird, like Caitlin's butterflies, but also not good-weird, like Adam's. Just... weird. So he's bowed out, but he texts Clint regularly so he doesn't think Caleb hates him, or regrets dancing with him, or anything. They're friends. Caleb doesn't want him to think they're not.
Today, he's going into the shop, but with a different purpose in mind. He's got his school bag, but instead of his textbooks in it, he has the books he'd bought at the bookstore earlier in the week.
"Hey, Kid," one of the other shop guys greets. Tim, Caleb thinks his name is. "Michael's back by the car."
"Cool, thanks," Caleb says. It's weird to him, but in kind of a cool way, that the guys Michael works with are starting to recognize him.
He makes his way towards the car, because he knows which one Tim was talking about, and the closer he gets, the more easily he feels Michael's red coming out to meet him. He smiles at the familiarity, and sets his bag down near the car so he can examine how much work they've done so far.
Working on the car is a regular thing. Caleb has therapy on Sundays, and he works with Michael on the car on Fridays and Saturdays. Clint and the guys have invited Caleb out with them more than once since the dance, but Caleb is feeling a little... crowded by them.
By Clint.
Clint really likes Caleb, and it's weird. Not bad-weird, like Caitlin's butterflies, but also not good-weird, like Adam's. Just... weird. So he's bowed out, but he texts Clint regularly so he doesn't think Caleb hates him, or regrets dancing with him, or anything. They're friends. Caleb doesn't want him to think they're not.
Today, he's going into the shop, but with a different purpose in mind. He's got his school bag, but instead of his textbooks in it, he has the books he'd bought at the bookstore earlier in the week.
"Hey, Kid," one of the other shop guys greets. Tim, Caleb thinks his name is. "Michael's back by the car."
"Cool, thanks," Caleb says. It's weird to him, but in kind of a cool way, that the guys Michael works with are starting to recognize him.
He makes his way towards the car, because he knows which one Tim was talking about, and the closer he gets, the more easily he feels Michael's red coming out to meet him. He smiles at the familiarity, and sets his bag down near the car so he can examine how much work they've done so far.
