#( calvinsocs: preston. )

[livesforgttna]

“Little Blue.” Preston doesn’t bother with trying to sound sweet or peppy. He’s not happy, and Levi deserves to know. There’s no point in continuing to play with him. Not when he seems dangerously close to moving on.

“I’ll be honest with you, sweetheart. Briar doesn’t deserve you. She’s shallow and mean and could never give you the love you deserve. Best to break this off before you get hurt.”

Or before Preston gets hurt. Not that he plans on getting his heart broken over an admittedly adorable little bluebird with bright golden eyes and a kind heart and- actually, the more Preston thinks about it, the more Levi seems worth heartbreak. But it’s still not part of the plan.

“Besides, you can do so much better.”

As he speaks, Preston backs Levi up against the wall, one hand next to the smaller boy’s head and the other tilting his chin up into forced eye contact. If he’s doing this right, it should drive Levi crazy. And if he can get Levi to drop Briar for him without having to beg? He’s won. / @calvinsocs​ 

            Preston calling him by  the  usual  nickname  got  Levi’s  attention  immediately,  as  was  expected.  He  couldn’t  help  it,  Preston  had  always  been  Levi’s  favorite  person  to  talk  to.  Why  he  was  so  smitten  with  him,  he  wasn’t  sure.  There  was  just  something  about  Preston  that  drew  him  in,  made  him  want  to  get  to  know  him  better.  

            He knew that initially,  the  only  reason  Preston  ever  gave  him  the  time  of  day  was  because  of  his  influence.  He  was  in  charge  of  the  school  paper  ( pending approval for content by the sponsoring teacher, of course ),  so  that  gave  Preston  an  in.  Levi  wrote  a  lot  of  articles  about  him  when  he  could  get  away  with  it.  He  wasn’t  oblivious  to  how  he  was  obviously  being  used.  Even  if  everybody  thought  so.  He  was  fully  aware  of  it  &&  not  just  from  Preston.  

            Despite all of that,  Levi  still  liked  Preston.  Even  just  being  his  friend  was  everything  to  the  bluebird.  He  liked  to  think  that  Preston  had  come  to  care  about  him  too  in  their  time  together.  This  whole  thing  with  Briar  was  just  a  ruse.  Levi  hadn’t  quite  figured  out  exactly  what  she  was  gaining  from  this,  but  he  knew  it  was  something.  Briar  wasn’t  the  type  to  just  do  favors  for  people  out  of  the  kindness  of  her  heart.  But  that  was  an  issue  to  be  dealt  with  later.  

            Right now, he had  Preston  right  in  front  of  him,  backing  him  up.  Levi’s  breath  hitched,  trying  to  avoid  eye  contact  until  he  physically  couldn’t  anymore.  His  face  was  bright red  &&  for  a  moment,  he  wasn’t  entirely  sure  he  was  able  to  speak.  This  was  exactly  what  he  wanted.  Preston  was  jealous.  The  plan  had  worked.  So  why  did  Levi  feel  awful?  

                                  ❛  Why is it that it took... all of this for you to notice me? Like, really notice me. I know that you know I like you. I haven’t been good at hiding it && I wasn’t really trying to?  I just... I don’t know. I thought this would feel different, you know? I mean, I’ve wanted this forever. But it doesn’t feel right. Not right now, at least.  ❜

[tunnagana]

“Hello, darling! I love your hair, is that style new? Don’t answer that, I know it’s not.

“Anywho! Levi! You know, little bluebird, about this tall, the one you were coming on to earlier? Yeah. He’s accounted for. Totally mine. For keepsies.

“So. Maybe do me a favour and keep your grabby little hands off him, mmkay? I know it’s hard for you to not just snatch up any boy with a pulse, but that one’s… not on the market.”

((Because ofc Preston had to say something)) | @calvinsocs

“Aw, Pressy, you’re right. My Lev is accounted for. By me. If you liked it, you should have acted on it sooner. But obviously Levi has decent taste, so he ended up with me. I’m sure there’s other boys practically throwing themselves at your feet? Or... Oh, dear, was he the only one?” A hand over her heart, dramatic shocked expression on her face. “Oh you poor, pathetic little boy. But he’s mine.”