you belong with me [callum]

[JANUARY ROSE GOODWIN]

Although she missed the warmth of sunshine on her skin, January absolutely adored the fall. Sure, the sun was still present, and she always preferred to sit directly in the sunshine to soak up the rays. But once fall started, that warmth was traded for a cool crispness in the air which January almost loved better than the coconut smell of sunscreen in the summer. She was sitting with a homemade lunch, tucked away in a brown paper sack, right in the middle of the University campus. January was still getting used to the fact that she had to create a life for herself that was so close to what it had been before... before she died, and then became a guardian, and decided to come back to live on the earth. None of it had been without a purpose, however, so she'd take the hardships and do her best to accomplish what she needed to do.

The paper sack crinkled under her hands as she opened it and pulled a shiny red apple out of the bag, then took a bite. For two whole years, she had gone without these simple pleasures that she had when she was alive. Having a corporeal body to move about the earth was still different than being alive, though, but at least she could once again enjoy the sweetness of one of the first fall apples. She was thankful for the small things, the simple things, and being here, in Manuka, to watch the leaves change before they fell, was beautiful, and made her feel warm inside. January took another bite of the apple, then felt a rush of chilly wind, and closed her light blue cardigan sweater more tightly around herself, shivering a little. January's eyes darted around the campus, and a wide smile covered her face. It was so full of life, with people from all different backgrounds gathering together.

Across the way, there were two boys kicking a soccer ball back and forth to each other. Twenty feet from her, a girl was sprawled out on her back, atop a blanket, reading and looking at the clouds. Another boy was reading a textbook and scribbling furiously in his notebook. Then, her eyes fell on exactly who she wanted to see: Callum was behind one of the tall oak trees, barely within her line of sight, and had his camera dangling from his neck. She wasn't sure what he was photographing: there were many good subjects to choose from, but he seemed focused, serene, and January sighed.

He is absolutely beautiful...[/color] Her thoughts raced through her mind at a mile a minute, and she could feel her breath quicken almost imperceptibly. Callum truly was a remarkable person; and she saw him differently now that he was her charge. Seeing him even in his quiet moments where he thought he was away from everyone made her feel a little creepy at first, but now, she felt like it was a privilege that she had to keep sacred, for it gave her an insider's perspective to all his mysteries.

After she finished her apple, January felt restless: she couldn't sit still anymore. Her curiosity got the best of her, and she knew that she had to go over and talk to Callum. On her way over to where he was standing, she threw her apple core in the garbage, then stood next to him, making sure to approach him with a wide, bright smile, and making sure that he could see her approaching. She never, ever wanted to sneak up on Callum and scare the young man.

"Hello, Callum. What are you photographing today?"[/i] January signed to the boy quickly. "It's lunch hour: aren't you hungry?"[/i] She was grateful that she had taken the time to learn sign language with her father so she could speak to her mother this way instead of forcing her to read lips all the time, although she was quite good at both. It had given her an "in" with Callum from the get-go, they could communicate in a way that would make him more comfortable, and she knew that he knew that she didn't see his being deaf as anything that took away from the amazing person he was.

"You know, I packed my lunch, but I brought way too much to eat alone. You could join me, if you wanted to."[/i] January knew that Callum was shy, and appreciated that he allowed her to get as close as she was, even though they hadn't known each other for long. Well, he hadn't known her for very long, at least. However, January felt herself starting to get anxious. She really hoped he'd agree to her offer.

[CALLUM ZACHARY LEVINE]

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Sometimes Callum thought that university life was not all it was cut out to be. Of course, he was quite alone in a place like this, having skipped all the parties that Grayson hadn't insisted he go on. Sometimes his brother was a true nuisance, when it came to being reckless and partying, so Callum took it upon himself to look after him, when he was home make sure he wasn't sick. And in turn, Grayson looked after him. When he was picked on at school, he wouldn't hesitate to beat someone up for Callum, and he felt bad, but his brother always insisted. Now, that Franky was back in England, Callum only really had Grayson, everyone else he had only met once or twice and couldn't be counted as friends yet due to his awkwardness. Never mind though, as he made his way outside of his photography lesson, really the only thing he liked any more, because it was the only way he could express himself. All the pictures he took were him, his perspective, what he sees, and he always tried to put a lot of himself into them, so that looking at them you'd see that he out effort into it, because it mattered. However, it was lunch time, and his camera was hanging low on his neck as he made his way outside, heading for his favourite tree to sit under.

It was the perfect place to be himself. Callum was very much an observer, his bright blue eyes would take in anything and everything that his ears couldn't, it was almost like a defence mechanism, scoping out the area to know if the people that didn't like him were around. He found people like that very hurtful. Yes, Callum was different, he was deaf, but he wasn't bad. He had never done or said anything to anyone to make them so hostile towards him, but they seemed to seek pleasure in making him squirm in his own skin, making him feel ashamed of who he is, just because he couldn't fit in within their social circles. He didn't mind being alone, he didn't mind not having that many friends, as long as he was left alone by people like that. But sometimes it just seemed like that was impossible. Callum was very shy, and he guessed that that equalled cowardliness to some extent too. Never the less, his eyes roamed around, noticing the people, how happy most of them looked, laughing with their friends, couples kissing, others looking completely angry. The sky was very clear for an autumn day like this, so any arguing looked kind of out of place, and Callum found that thought rather interesting.

He picked up his camera from where it dangled on his neck, licking his lips as he zoomed into a bird which had landed on one of the fountains. On a normal day, he wouldn't bother with a shot like this, but the bird seemed to be positively glowing, it's feathers shiny, and the contrast between the lightness of them and the darkness of the fountain was lovely, so Callum took a picture. It was always random but calculated shots like this that filled Callum's camera, sometimes of animals, objects, or people when they weren't looking. Sometimes Cal felt bad for taking a picture without their consent, but it didn't matter, no one else would be looking at these, apart from maybe Grayson, Micah or even Franky. When he put the camera back down, his eyes sought out a figure approaching him almost involuntarily, having caught the movement from the corner of his eye. Callum had a moment of doubt that she was actually coming towards him, but there was no mistaking, and she was right in front of him, and Callum stood as she signed to him, his eyes taking in the beauty of this girl. January. They had met before, so it was no surprise that she called him by name, but she was too everything wonderful to hang around with the likes of him, yet here she was, asking about his camera and lunch.

He had forgotten it was lunch hour. He frowned a little, his eyes not meeting hers as he only looked down at her hands, too shy and awkward for eye contact, and he knew he would make a fool out of him self, it was simply inevitable. "Um, no, I don't usually like eating much at lunch." He signed, and he didn't know why he didn't like eating much at lunch, it was only a habit that confused him. His hand went up subconsciously to fix the hearing aid in his ear, his eyes on his feet. He had been surprised when she first spoke to him in sign language, not having expected it, he had felt a little ashamed at the fact that it was so easy to tell that he was deaf. She had instantly known, and that thought brought on a mild flush to his cheeks, as most else did when in contact with another person. Callum simply didn't know how to be social. Callum's eyes widened a little in disbelief when she asked if he wanted to share her lunch. Was she serious? Anyone walking past right now, would be wondering why someone so gorgeous would be wasting their time with him, and he seriously would not argue with them. "I ... If you're sure ..." He signed uncertainly, licking his lips a little nervously, his heart picking up speed. He motioned to the ground, and glanced at her face, before his eyes were back to the ground again, his shoulders and whole demeanour looking uncertain. "I'm not really hungry, but you can stay?" His hands were making the words, while the expression on his face was making it a question, not sure if he was doing the right thing asking her to stay.

TAGGED: JANUARY/CJ WORD COUNT: 984 NOTES: HBFDJBHVJDHF SO EXCITED MY GOSH

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i love brooklyn from caution !!!

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[JANUARY ROSE GOODWIN]

January smiled at Callum, finding his awkward nerves to be completely endearing. He was absolutely precious. There was no reason for him to be shy around her, at least, not that she could understand. For the few months that she had watched him, before she decided to go onto the earth and take a corporeal form, she had seen some heartbreaking things. There were bullies at this university who had singled him out because of his deafness, and every time someone said something to Callum, she wanted to fly down and shove their faces into the dirt. January never normally felt anger, or hatred, and she didn't hate those people, but she couldn't understand how they could be so cruel to someone so innocent and sweet.

She frowned a little when he said he wasn't hungry, but forged on, determined. January wasn't the type to give up easily, and she rather liked spending time with Callum. They had only had a couple small, short conversations before, and she hadn't learned much about him other than surface basics. In these conversations, he told her that he had a brother, a twin, named Grayson, and that his brother was much more outgoing than he was. January liked making him sign to her, tell her about himself, in a way that made him feel secure. However, she knew she had to tread a careful line so Callum wouldn't realize that she knew more about him than he realized. It wasn't fun to have to lie to Callum, and January tried her best never to tell outright lies, because she truly valued honesty, but she couldn't take any risks that might mean she would have to be away from him forever. The whole point of being someone's guardian angel was that they could not know that they were being protected.

January walked backward, toward a large tree, and crooked a finger at Callum, a bright smile still plastered on her face. Then, she sat down against the tree and placed her lunch sack next to her. After tucking a wayward strand of her blonde hair behind her ear, she tilted her head to the side and looked at him, then signed quickly. "Come sit next to me, even if you aren't eating anything. We can talk."[/i] Then, she patted the spot next to her, for emphasis. January understood his hesitance, but she hoped that by keeping their conversations in his language, he would realize that she wasn't just a pretty girl with ulterior motives who wanted to make him feel uncomfortable and small like some of his classmates did. She would never hurt him, ever, but she was also prepared to be patient and take her time in earning his trust.

January pulled a container of green grapes out of her lunch sack and opened the lid. She popped a grape into her mouth, than another one, and looked back at Callum.

"Do you ever show anyone your pictures? Grayson? Other friends?"[/i] She munched on another grape, then looked at his camera. It seemed like she never saw him without this particular accessory, especially when he was at school. "I would love to see some of them, sometime. Fall is the most beautiful season, to me... I bet you'll get some lovely pictures from today."[/i]

January put two more of the sweet, slightly tart grapes into her hand, then placed them into Callum's palm, gingerly, making sure not to startle him. She smiled, reassuringly, then closed his hand and signed her response to what she had done.

"You should eat something, or I'll worry about you."[/i] Instantly, she felt self-conscious: she knew that Callum was extremely shy and she had to tread carefully, but she couldn't stand keeping her distance all the time. This boy, she was convinced, was nearly enough to make her heart start beating again, if such a thing was physically possible. Something about him made her feel like she was flying, all the time, even when she was standing still. She remembered when Annabelle told her about her first crush, back in the 10th grade. His name was Connor Bailey, and he was captain of the drama department. Everyone knew who Connor Bailey was in their high school, the boy with the golden voice. January offered to run interference for her friend, who was too shy and insecure to even talk to him, even though she was a beautiful girl, with so much love to give for the right person, and finally, Annabelle agreed to let January talk to him for her. Connor and Annabelle never ended up dating, but apparently, he kissed her behind the bleachers at the Homecoming game, and Annabelle was soaring on a cloud for weeks after that. Crushes were a fickle thing, but they were still real, and Connor wasn't the last of Annabelle's crushes.

Every time she would come over to the Goodwin house and flop onto January's bed, gushing about some new boy, January felt a pang of sadness that flickered for a moment because she had never felt such things for any boy at their school, or any boy at all. Sometimes, she worried that her prince charming wasn't out there, that there wasn't a boy that she would find crush-worthy like Annabelle had found Connor, and Michael, and Corey, and Peter... maybe she was just picky. January wanted to find true love once, and only once, and have it last forever. Her parents met when they were in college, and it had been love at first sight, according to her father. He couldn't sign when they first met, but she taught him, because he wanted to be able to talk to her, and during their weeks and months together, they fell in love. January looked at them, and held them as her standard for a forever kind of love.

The first time she had seen Callum from Heaven, he had been lying on his bed at home, reading a book, and every now and then, his face would light up into a subtle, but incredibly dorky smile at some funny passage he must have read, and January felt her spirit soar. That was what her mother felt, she imagined, the first time she saw her father smile. And now, Callum had an awkward, stunned look on his face that made her smile with abandon, completely wrapped up in all the subtle mystery that surrounded him, and found herself hoping that she'd be worthy enough for him to let her in. Someday.

[CALLUM ZACHARY LEVINE]

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The boy was curious as to what was actually happening. That a person he had met a few times before still bothered to come and try to talk to him. Usually, after that one time, most people would shy away from him, find him too awkward to be around, but yet here January was, in all her golden beauty and a mesmerising smile. Callum could always see when a girl was beautiful. No, he didn't mean those pretty girls who were snobs, who dressed in short skirts and high heels and thought that the world was at their feet. Actually, Callum really disliked people like that because what they had inside their bodies, inside their souls, that was what made them ugly. However, January wasn't like them, she was here, paying her attention to him and that made his heart speed up a little bit from nervousness. He was sure he would make a fool out of himself somehow, probably from his non-existent social skills. When she sat and patted the seat next to her, Callum moved forward and sat in front of her instead, a small blush creeping up his neck as he was doing the opposite of what she's told. "So I can speak to you better." He explained, his hands moving expertly, but his face showing some uncertainty. After all, sitting in front of her meant he could see her hand movements better.

Callum watched as she pulled out her small container with the grapes, fascinated by her slow movements, as his blue eyes followed her hands for a few moments. He glanced up to her eyes as he took in her question about his pictures. A moment later he looked down again, his fingers on his camera as he twirled it in his hands, before freeing them to let his camera hang loose around his neck, so he could sign back. "Only Grayson, Micah and Franky get to see them" He explained. Grayson because he was his twin, Micah was his older brother and always interested in what Callum was doing, and Franky. She was back in England, but they spoke a lot on Skype and other means. He missed her so much, it made his heart hurt sometimes. She had been his only friend. "They're really just for myself though." He shrugged. It's not that he didn't want to show people his work, it's just that most people didn't really care much for anything Callum does. He wasn't about to tell January that, he never wanted to say anything that would cause people to feel even more sorry for him. Because pity is mostly why people even bother to talk to him, and that stuff hurt sometimes.

Callum bit his lip when she said she'd like to see some of them, holding his breath a little as his brow creased in concentration. Thinking whether he would be brave enough to show her his work. He didn't say anything for a few moments, feeling himself heat a little more before glancing at her face. He didn't know why he was so afraid. He knew that the girl in front of him would not do anything to laugh at him, or hurt him, or put him down, but he guessed that it was kind of a defence mechanism. Making up his mind, he moved his hands to grip the strap of his camera that was around his neck. It was true, he had taken quite a few pictures today, and he looked at her expectantly to take it as he handed it to her, clearing his throat a little he wasn't sure if he should speak out loud to get his intentions across, but he would feel self conscious as there were people around them. His real voice was a little strange, if only because he couldn't hear himself speak so his words were longer and more drawn out, and just furthered the notion that there was something wrong with him.

In the next moment, Callum's breath hitched a little as she put one of her hands over his palm, the smooth texture of the grapes making him look down at her touch. He wasn't used to this, even a small action like this, fingers on fingers, it made his hand tremble a little, and he felt embarrassed that she could most likely see the effect of this on him. There were two times in Manuka since he came that he had been touched so without care, when he met a vampire girl and she had seemed so sad that Callum was willing to do almost anything not to see her so sad, even let her hug him tightly. He was just that kind of person, wanting to see other people smile and be happy. The other time he had been touched was a kiss at a party that Grayson had dragged him to. It was an accident, of course, the girl had believed that Callum was Grayson. Of course, no one would go for him over his bother. But his eyes held a flash of confusion as to why, under such normal circumstances, January's touch felt comforting, and then it was gone and she explained that she'd worry if he didn't eat. There was a ghost of a smile on his lips, and a low chuckle at the back of his throat. "Thank you." He signed, and he really was thankful for her being here. "I really hope I'm not keeping you from anything important .." He signed, because he was insecure and would hate to be a bother.

TAGGED: JANUARY/CJ WORD COUNT: 930 NOTES: HBFDJBHVJDHF SO EXCITED MY GOSH

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i love brooklyn from caution !!!

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[JANUARY ROSE GOODWIN]

January could sense his insecurities; they were practically written all over his lovely face. But, she wasn't a person who was easily deterred just because something might take more effort. She always felt that if something was truly worth it, it would be worth the wait. That was exactly how she felt about Callum: not only was he her charge, but she cared for him too much already to just leave him alone and watch him from afar because he was a little awkward and tended to be down on himself sometimes. She wanted to nurture his strengths, make him feel important, and watch those insecurities blossom into strengths that would make him realize how amazing of a person he really was. Sometimes, she wished that she could let Callum see what she saw, or what his brother saw, because the few times she had watched them together, she couldn't help but smile. Grayson really loved his brother, and even though January had noticed that he could be a little cocky and boisterous, he had an endearing side, and she was grateful that Callum had him. The boy deserved someone, and she guessed that since he and Franky had parted ways, the boy had developed some reluctance to let someone in that wasn't part of his family.

However, he accepted the grapes, and didn't seem to pull away from the physical contact too much, which had been much more than she was originally expecting. It was a pleasant surprise, and she grinned at him. Then, his insecurity about being a bother nearly broke her heart, and she finished chewing quickly, so she could sign a reply without appearing like she hesitated. How could he think he's not important to me? He couldn't possibly be further from the truth.[/color]

"No! Callum, no. I love spending time with you," she said, emphasizing her enthusiasm on the right word just as she would when speaking aloud. She glanced at Callum's hands, then back to his eyes. She had been taught that looking at someone's face while signing to them was just as important as looking at their hands to receive the message, because it made it seem like a regular conversation. For deaf people, it was their main venue for conversation, and she knew it was to be respected. However, she had a difficult time looking away from Callum's gorgeous blue eyes as it was, she didn't need an excuse to look at him; the man was definitely easy on the eyes."I invited you to have lunch with me, remember? And I do hope you'll let me look at your photographs someday. I'm sure you're very talented,"[/i] January finished. Then, she ate the last of her grapes and took out her sandwich. Again, she tried sharing.

"I don't know what sandwiches you like, but it's turkey, spinach, and cheddar on wheat. It's my favorite."[/i] January offered him one half of the sandwich when she stopped using her hands to sign, and smiled warmly. Then, after they settled, she continued signing, knowing that she would have to lead the way through their conversation, but not minding. She was a rambler by nature, even when it came to sign language. January considered herself to be quite the conversationalist. "So, I realized the other day that I don't know much about you. I'd like to know more. Tell me something?"[/i]

It could go either way as to how he'd respond, and she knew she was putting herself out there, probably even more than she should, but as long as any serious emotions didn't get involved, nobody would balk at her spending so much time with Callum. It's a good thing, too. He's my charge, but yet... I'm not sure what I feel when he's around. Different. I feel different.[/color] She had been told that when she started to have serious feelings about a boy, her outlook would change in a lot of ways. For a moment, January wondered if maybe these feelings were to blame, or if she was just so happy to be able to make a difference in someone's life, even though she knew she already had. Before her death, January had made lots of plans to further her life in a way that would help others. She and her family built homes for Habitat for Humanity, volunteered at soup kitchens, and for a time, she even considered joining the Peace Corps, or going to medical school like her father and joining Doctors Without Borders. Being a guardian angel was like those volunteer opportunities, in a sense, except she thought that it was possibly more honorable. It was stark at times, a matter of life and death, and your after-life was tied in to that of your charge's actual life, so it made one more invested. Even if it didn't, January knew she'd still stay at Callum's side. He might not have needed her to build him a house or give him a warm meal at dinnertime, or even teach him to read or write, but he did need affection. Callum needed someone who would be there for him, through thick and thin, like Grayson was, for the most part. But most of all, January hoped he would find someone to love him, and the biggest part of her was scared that she could love him, but wouldn't be allowed to do it because of the consequences. There would be other opportunities for him, however. Surely someone would have to see, someday. Everybody had someone that was made for them, a soul mate. Or, at least, those thoughts gave her hope that such things would be true, and that she'd be lucky enough to find hers someday.

[CALLUM ZACHARY LEVINE]

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A chill ran down Callum's spine at the loud exclamation that she 'loved' spending time with him. Yes, he knew that she wasn't actually speaking out loud, but certain body motions, and facial expressions gave off a sense of sound in a way. The red tint that covered his cheeks seemed semi-permanent in the presence of people, but words like that only made it brighter, his bright blue eyes on her hands avoiding her gaze. He didn't say anything back to that, there really was nothing to say, but the one thing that struck him most about January was that he could sense no pity in her. She wasn't here because she felt sorry for him, he could feel it, because if she was, she would have already made excuses. And the look in her eye was nothing but determined to have him eat something, and that brought a flutter to his stomach. However, the werewolf knew that he shouldn't be getting attached to the first person who treated him like a person rather than someone with a disability. He knew that Grayson would probably laugh at him if he voiced it, but he really did love that January wanted to spend time with him, she seemed like such a wonderful person, even though he didn't know her that well. He was not good at letting people in, only his family, and Franky because he had known her since childhood, of everyone else Callum was weary.

Callum put the camera on the ground between them, and offered her a small smile, which quirked at the corner of his lips. "You can have a look at some of the ones on the camera," His eyes glanced down to the device which was basically his life. He lived through it, and the pictures which he took were perspectives he'd never feel brave enough to expose out loud. "They're just the ones I took today ..." Of course, he had scrapbooks full of these pictures, as well as a blog on the internet which he was sure no one read apart from Grayson, and he didn't need them to. It was just for himself, the way he saw the world, and he doubted that most people would be very interested in it anyway. Callum looked at the sandwich which she was handing him, and the ingredients in it did sound good, but Callum's stomach turned even at the thought of food. No, there was no way he could swallow it right now, and she shook his head. "No thank you, though it does sound good." His fingers spoke for him, and he licked his lips to moisten them a little bit, his mouth a little dry from all the nervous sweating. There was no moment in life where Callum could socialise well, and this was certainly one of those moments where he was making his awkwardness the most prominent.

However, when the blonde spoke her next words, Callum's pulse accelerated. He didn't know what he was most taken aback by, the fact that she had been thinking about him 'the other day' or the fact that she was interested in knowing about him. He bit his lip, his thoughts all over the place, and he literally panicked for a few moments, because his mind went blank on all the things he knew about himself. He knew he was crimson now, and he hoped that he didn't look like he was having a mental breakdown, he just was really not used to this ... attention, genuine attention which was hard to even comprehend. In that moment, his heart ached for Franky. He had never felt any romantic feelings towards her, but he did love her, and he could always talk about everything and anything to her without panicking like this. He could say the silliest things, whether aloud or through signing, and she would just laugh with him and not at him. A few people walked past, giving him a weird look which Callum ignored, because he was used to weird looks. They were probably thinking 'what the hell is she doing with him'? Callum wouldn't know the answer if his life depended on it.

But he sucked it up, and finally raised his eyes towards January, a soft sigh at his mouth. "Well, I assure you nothing I can tell you is spectacular." His face looked a little amused, if only she knew about the fact that he was a beast of the full moon. He was positive she would run away screaming then. "I came from Britain, it was kind of a rash decision from my parents two years ago." He was also not going to mention that his mother practically dragged them here because of how badly Callum had been bullied. "You can hear the accent on Grayson and my older brother, Micah, but obviously not on me." He smiled a little sheepishly, because deaf jokes weren't cool, but it seemed like a good thing to day. "I miss it back home, especially my best friend. Only friend really." He smiled fondly at the memories of Franky, and the fact that he would speak to her on messenger that weekend. The time zones surely sucked. "How about you say something, it has to be more interesting than my basic life." It was true, nothing exciting every happened to Callum, he was one of those kids who walked through everyday almost in a numb manner, and it was suddenly morning. But he had rambled on enough, he ducked his head, and waited for her to say something, his limber fingers playing with the pieces of grass by his grossed legs.

TAGGED: JANUARY/CJ WORD COUNT: 947 NOTES: BEAUTIFUL BABIES <3

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i love brooklyn from caution !!!

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[JANUARY ROSE GOODWIN]

January felt like her heart could skip a beat, if only it could, when Callum granted her permission to look at his photos.

Really? Thank you!

[/i] She signed, then took his camera gingerly in her hands and turned it to display mode, where she could view some of the shots he had taken recently. So often she had wondered what went on in his head: she knew that he had a brilliant mind, yet it was quiet and unassuming, because he had a tendency not to share his thoughts with the world. At least, not from what she could see. January hoped that Callum had at least one person to share his thoughts with; his brother, hopefully, although from some of the events she had witnessed between Callum and Grayson, she didn't know how much of a good influence Callum's brother was. The angel knew that he had a pure heart, and the best of intentions, though, so she wouldn't ever say anything to come between Callum and his brother: they needed one another. Callum needed Grayson to support him, to be there for him, and for his friendship, and Grayson needed Callum to keep him grounded, to keep him from being completely selfish, and to make him a kinder person, whether he wanted to admit it or not. Although January wagered that it was likely not.

The pictures on the camera were beautiful, and January couldn't stop smiling when she saw them. There were photos of the campus, of nature scenes and the trees that were changing colors in the fall, making their way to winter, and then there were photos of the wildlife: a squirrel running up a tree, birds perched on the back of a bench, heads tilted back and mid-chirp. She wondered if seeing these things helped him visualize the sounds that the world made, somehow, and thought this was a lovely thought. Maybe she'd ask him about it sometime.

The next few were shots of people as they went about their daily life: playing games, studying, rushing to class; Callum had even gotten a rather awkward shot of a girl who had dropped her books, and the boy who stooped to help her pick up the pile of scattered materials. It was an interesting look at the things that people so commonly missed because they were too busy, and they weren't at all intimate or intrusive: they were curious, if anything, January thought. They were unbiased and taken with a gentle hand and a deft eye, and she couldn't help but smile, because even in the pictures he took, Callum was an unassuming, gentle, and considerate soul.

Oh Callum, these are lovely![/i] January signed enthusiastically, then handed him back his camera, tempting to let her fingers linger over his hand for some strange reason, but deciding against it at the very last minute. They continued on with their lunch, her eating her sandwich and him talking about his brother and some of his history, which she really did find fascinating, even though he seemed to think it was anything but. January smiled and remained an active listener, focusing on his hands while he signed perfectly: even the way he moves his hands is magical.[/color] January's thought startled her, but she tried not to push back anything that was true to her, even if it was sudden and in the moment.

He was talking about living in Britain, and made a subtle deaf joke that made her frown slightly before she continued listening to the rest. Then, she decided to say something to throw him off guard, perhaps to boost his self esteem, and also because she meant it.

Callum, the reason the accent isn't obvious on you is because God had to be kind to the rest of the world and give you one small, minuscule flaw. Although, if you ask me, I wouldn't change a thing about you.[/i]

It was forward, she knew, and she also knew that it would likely make Callum blush in that adorable way that he did so often, but she hoped it wouldn't scare him away. She was being honest, and she hoped that he saw that. He truly was one of the best people that she had ever gotten the pleasure to get to know, in any life she had lived.

I'm sorry that you miss your friend, Callum. But, if you'd like, I'd really enjoy being your friend. I know I'll never replace them, and I don't want to, but I'll be there for you, like they are, and you can talk to me about anything. Okay?[/i] January signed, wondering what he'd think about her offer. She didn't know whether the friend he spoke of was male or female, but gender didn't matter; she wanted to be his friend, all the same. I really do like you.[/i] Truer words were never said, or signed, as the case was in this instance. And January tried to always be completely truthful: she held herself at a very high standard.

When the conversation switched to Callum asking about her, she decided that it was only fair, although she didn't consider her life to be very interesting, either. She finished her sandwich, and then freed her hands to sign.

I didn't grow up anywhere fancy like Britain: I'm from a small little town about an hour from here. I love my family; my parents are still married, and my mother is actually hearing-impaired, so that's how I learned how to sign. We all sign, in my house.[/i] January's heart ached a little bit, talking about her family, but she wanted Callum to know her roots, too. It wasn't fair for him to do all the sharing. I have two siblings, both younger than me: Lily and Andrew. I love them both so, so much. They're really smart, lovely people, and we've been best friends ever since we were kids. Speaking of best friends, my friend Annabelle is still at home, too... she's crazy, and she'd probably freak you out a little, but I love her.[/i] January paused, thinking for a moment, but continued to sign. What else? Oh, I love to go for runs... my father and I use to bond over our morning jogs together. I also like to volunteer with community projects. My family built some houses for Habitat for Humanity once; it was one of the greatest experiences of my life.[/i] January giggled, then got a playful look on her face and signed back to Callum. Was that enough talking for you, Mister Levine?[/i][/blockquote][/justify]

[CALLUM ZACHARY LEVINE]

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Callum was really nervous when she looked through his pictures, only having really shown his work to the people closest to him. He was not confident enough to say that he and January were close friends, but he really liked her. She was sweet, and kind, and never held any kind of malice or pity when she looked at him. That didn't make Callum any less awkward when he spoke to her, but he was wanting to actually spend time with her, which didn't happen often because a lot of the time he considered himself incapable of socialising. The male couldn't help but smile back when she was looking at his pictures, because she clearly seemed to be enjoying them. The thing was, there was no right or wrong way to take a picture. Not for Callum. Any kind of angle; whether it may seem more 'interesting' or more 'boring' could hold a story, represent the scene in all kinds of directions, therefore really no one could judge if they were good or not. But he liked to think that they were at least pleasant to look at. He took the camera back when she was done looking at the images, of which there were a few, and of most Callum was rather proud. When she said that they were lovely, the male felt a blush stain his cheeks as he rubbed his neck a little awkwardly. "Um, I'm really glad you think so, thank you." He gave her a small nod, licking his lips. Some people say that they feel weird when they don't speak, but Callum could go days without opening his mouth to speak out loud, only when he had to communicate with those that don't understand sign language.

Callum felt good as he told her about his family, his life. He joked easily about his condition, because it was preferable to hating on it, which would really leave him as nothing other than depressed or something of the sort. So, her words came as a surprise to him, and it made his cheeks burn from the embarrassment of her telling him that there wasn't a thing she would change about him, that God made him the way he is and she likes that. That made Callum's heart beat a little faster in his chest, and he did not meet her gaze, because well, what could he say to that? He knew that he was flawed, even if it wasn't for the deafness, he is not outgoing at all. He is the keep in the shadows kind of boy that gets overlooked the moments boys like Grayson were in the vicinity of the people. No one is ever going to go for the shy, quiet boy when there are those that grab attention right off the bat. He blends into the background, hides his flaws as best as he can. It's not that he's ashamed of being deaf, or being shy of awkward, it's just that life is so much easier when people look at you and overlook you, and they don't need to know that you're so imperfect. The word 'flawed' that January had used was rather fitting, but she made it seem like that was a good thing. Only her and his family had made him feel like that, and he was grateful to her, truly. She was a beautiful person, and the male chanced a glance at her as he licked his dry lips. "I ..." He wasn't sure what to say. "Thank you. I've learned to live with it, it's easier making jokes than getting sad." He explained, his fingers moving slowly, in no rush to finish talking as fast as he can.

It seemed like all January did was take Callum off guard. Like, his perception of people as a whole was challenged with this girl around, and it made him feel so warm inside. Like maybe there was hope, that people so like him for him sometimes, and she seemed to be one of those people. It was like she wanted to give him a heart attack really, it was insane all of the emotions that Callum was feeling when she said that she could never replace Franky, but still wanted to be his friend. It was true, Franky had been his best friend for his whole life, especially when people hated on him, but January was just as kind, and he would truly be honoured to have her as a friend. Not that he has much of a choice in friends anyway, but this situation is so far from 'take what you can get' because Callum genuinely likes her. However, he already feels the guilt slipping in that she can never know the real him. The fact that he would have to hide out every full moon as not to hurt anyone around him because he had no control over his body shifting into a wolf. However, that was like a whole other part of his life, and Callum didn't need to tell her about it. The boy hates lying, for any reason, so keeping this from January will be hard if they really will be friends. He offered her a small smile, shy and timid, but also his whole body was kind of rigid and socially awkward. "I don't really have anything interesting to say, but I would like it if we were friends." He spoke through his fingers, and swallowed hard, feeling like he was dreaming.

Callum knows that he doesn't speak much, so he is glad that January doesn't mind speaking quite a bit. He doesn't want to feel like he is being boring by not offering much of his own information, but the way that the girl speaks, her fingers moving gracefully and expertly is captivating. It's so different from when he and Grayson sign, it's very beautiful watching her do it. He paid attention intently as she spoke. He smiled as she spoke so fondly of her family, and then her friend Annabelle, and how she would freak him out a little, and that made him chuckle with his voice, low and deep. When she started telling him her achievements, Callum should have known that she would be the helpful kind, the giving kind and that made him give her a genuine bright smile as he looked into her eyes because really, all Callum ever wanted to do was help people in any way he can, but January was actually out there doing amazing things. Cal shook his head a little bit when she asked if that was enough talking, because he didn't think he could tire of heating her speak at all. "I really think that that's amazing." He said, meaning about all the work she did. "A lot of people will be so grateful that you helped them." He said, and he hoped that she would truly feel rewarded for her actions. However, he did not forget the first part of what she said, and looked at her. "You said you live an hour away from here ... what made you move to Manuka?" Callum was only curious, and since he assumed they were now friends, he was sure that asking questions was not out of order, and he was really genuinely interested.

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At first, January didn't know how she'd get close to Callum. She knew he was rather shy, and didn't allow people to get close to him. It was understandable; she knew from living with her mother that many people either didn't know how to respond to hearing-impaired or deaf people with any sort of fluidity or grace. It made the people who were hearing-impaired feel awkward and out of sorts, and could definitely bring someone to alienate others or hesitate in making friends. January felt fortunate that she had the skills to sign, because it gave her an opportunity to speak with Callum on a level that he would be comfortable with, and he wouldn't have to feel awkward or out of sorts. She didn't think any less of him, or look down on him, or want him to feel like less of a person just because he lacked the ability to hear: that was something her mother had always taught her. Any people with disabilities just want to feel normal and included, and just like everyone else. She didn't consider herself to be normal because she had all her senses; she was normal because people treated her that way. Or, people had treated her that way, when she was alive, and now she was struggling, in a way, to live a human life that was posed and not actually be human.

Today with Callum was absolutely wonderful, and more than she had expected, because she knew that he was guarded and shy, especially around girls. She had watched him interact with a few of his female classmates, and he always was adorable and shy, and it was terribly endearing to the angel. She thought Callum was amazing, so when he complimented her and started gushing about the work she and her family had done, she took a page out of his book and blushed. The way his hands moved when he signed, the look on his face while they were talking to one another: for January, this was all practically a dream come true, and it made butterflies start up in her stomach. However, she didn't like to be gushed over; the work she did was honest, and it was for the greater good. She didn't do it for recognition, or to make people think she was a good person. She knew she was a good person, and the work she did was because she had seen a need and tried to meet it, to help people. It was part of why she had fought so hard for Callum to be her charge: she didn't want him to be left behind for reasons that he couldn't control. January knew that he needed someone to watch over him, to make sure that he was kept safe, because he had a pure, good heart. And there was darkness in the world that January knew would try to come after him, for reasons he also couldn't control. Callum hadn't wanted to be a werewolf; he hadn't been born into supernatural blood. It was forced upon him, when he was vulnerable, and people would still hunt him for that. Just like people would treat him differently because he couldn't hear. And January just wanted to make him feel like a person, like he was normal, and wanted him to know that he was cared for. Therefore, when he said that he wanted to be friends, she felt her heart swell.

I consider myself lucky to have a friend like you, Callum.

[/i] January signed, then addressed his compliments of her work. But I'm not really that amazing; I just help people who need it, because they need it, and because it's the right thing to do. I think more people should help those less fortunate than themselves: everyone wants to feel important, you know? She hoped that she wouldn't make Callum think that was why she was spending time with him, so she clarified her statement.But that's not the case with you, Callum. I'm... well... I've never met anybody like you, and I'm just happy that you want me around. January was trying not to get too serious, or emotional, or make Callum think she was just a gooey pile of emotion. She just cared for him, and she wanted to let him know, in the best way she could, that she was there for him. Because she was; she'd always look after him. Callum changed the subject, and asked about her hometown, and January smiled fondly.

I moved here for school, of course. It was always expected that I'd go, and I wanted to go, so my friend Annabelle and I decided to go together. But, um, she decided that this college wasn't really... right for her anymore, so she started going somewhere else, and I stayed. January knew it was a white lie, but she couldn't tell Callum that the reason Annabelle wouldn't go to the University of Manuka was because it was where she and January had wanted to go together, but now she couldn't bear it because of the memories. They had traveled the campus together, and decided that one day, they'd be roommates. But nothing seemed to work out the way they planned, and now she was going to school somewhere else and making new friends. January had watched her a little, and knew that she was still struggling, but she seemed to be doing all right. January's younger sister, Lily, had gotten rather close to Annabelle, and they seemed to be helping each other get through. I'm from Canton, It's about an hour and a half, two hours from Manuka. We used to come here when we were younger to visit the aquarium, go shopping, that kind of stuff.[/i]

The common area was starting to clear out as students started to head back indoors, probably because they had classes to attend and other places to be. January had finished her lunch, and was packing up the rest when she looked at Callum with a smile and a curious tilt of her head. Do you have any more classes this afternoon?[/i] She didn't, but she didn't really attend classes in the first place. It was all an elaborate ploy so she could stay on the earth and get close to Callum. But she knew that he was likely devoted to his studies, so she wouldn't and shouldn't deter him from attending class. Because I'm feeling like we should go do something. Something... fun. What do you say?[/i] January liked to go on adventures, and she didn't know if Callum would be up for going with her, but since they were sort of becoming friends, it would be normal to spend time with one another.

Somewhere you like. I'd like to see what kind of stuff you enjoy, other than taking pictures.[/i] January hoped that this suggestion would make him feel more comfortable, and maybe would pique his interest and make him want to go with her. She smiled brightly and gathered up her things, then waited for Callum to respond. It was a strong hope that he'd be favorable for some kind of outing, but if he wasn't, she already knew that she had made a lot of progress for one day. Callum was starting to like her, or at least, she felt he was. Even if it took them a very long time to get to be the best friends that she hoped they'd become, she was patient and knew that she'd wait. All she had was time, after all, and she'd make sure that Callum had tons of time to live his life as well. Arya had told her about hunters, and she knew that she'd have to watch out for those coming near Callum, especially when so many angels were speaking of the war that was starting to come to a head in Manuka.

January looked at Callum's sweet, handsome face. She saw his eyes, which were bright and gentle, and she knew, in that moment that she would protect him with her life. She'd protect him because she was his guardian angel, and that was her job, but she couldn't shake the feeling that it was more than that. The butterflies soared around her stomach, making her feel dizzy and warm, and she knew that what she felt for Callum wasn't just the platonic care and protective instinct that angels were supposed to feel for their charges. No, it was forbidden fruit, and she knew that she should be afraid of it, but love was something she had always wanted. And, it was a sad thought, but it could be lucky for her that Callum would probably never love her back.[/blockquote][/justify]

[CALLUM ZACHARY LEVINE]

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Callum wasn't sure why, but this whole situation was making his heart ache, and his stomach clench up like it never had before. He was usually a boy who felt too strongly about things, sadness, happiness, confusion and other emotions were very much enunciated throughout his body, and he felt them so deeply that it made him feel dizzy. And right now, it was wonder, and a little bit of self doubt. Callum had never met anyone like January, and it didn't look like there was a bone in her body which would make her say words that were untrue just to make him feel better, or well, he figured words that were untrue to her. None the less, the ache came with the feeling of doubt. Because yes, in this moment she was everything he could have hoped for in a friend and more, but he also had to think about the fact that it probably won't last forever. She'd realise what a waste of time he was, and start avoiding him, and Callum couldn't bare getting attached to another person only to be pushed away.

It had happened before, and he didn't like the feeling. This made him miss Franky, and the friend he knew he'd always have no matter what, who accepted him since they were in kindergarten. Callum was having no doubt that January's acceptance was genuine, he could see it in her actions, and her facial features, but Callum couldn't let himself hope that this could last. Because good things rarely happened to him. It made his heart hurt even more when she said that she was glad to have a friend like him, and he wondered how that could be. She has only met him a couple of times, he hasn't told her much about himself. He was over thinking this, Cal knew that he should be accepting, but his mind was a whirlwind and there was very little he could do to stop it.

She seemed to be humble too. His eyes remained on her hands as she signed, saying that she did what she did for the greater good. And he understood her. Callum had always wanted to help people, but he had never gotten the chance to do anything life changing. Most of the time it was people thinking that he was the one that needed help, and if he did anything like that, he knew he would be on the news, with a ridiculous headline about the deaf kid being the one to help. All Callum ever wanted was to feel normal, was that so much to ask? It wasn't, because he was starting to feel normal with January, who was just asking questions about him, and about what he likes doing, and offering information of her own, and actually seeming interested in what he had to say. The male appreciated that, for as long as it would last.

When she said that she was glad that Callum wanted her around, he shook his head. "I've ... well, I've never had a lot of friends." Callum started, and paused for a second before carrying on. "And even less since I moved here ... So, I'm happy that you're willing to be my friend." Callum said this with a heavy heart, not one to admit to these kinds of things, but it was a big step for him. Moving towards trust of the girl who was like sunshine, so beautiful and bright in every moment that she did, and he hoped she didn't take it as him saying he would take what he can get, no, he realised how important she was. Maybe it would take some time, but he really hoped that he could keep her. As a friend, someone who he could come and talk to when time at home got difficult, or when he just needed someone. It was possible, but it made him a little light headed thinking about it, mostly because he believed it to be wishful thinking, as he didn't know her so well.

Callum listened to her with his eyes on her fingers, and a small smile on his features when she spoke about the people that are important to her, and the town she moved from. Callum liked knowing these details about January, because she didn't seem as much like a stranger, and getting to know her was so interesting. She was someone who had done so much with life, has such goals that others wouldn't even dream of, and that would make Callum admire anyone, and January was no different. He nodded when she spoke about the aquarium, and shopping, and when she was done, he couldn't stop his hands from moving with more questions. "Are you glad you moved?" He eyed her, curiosity in his blue eyes, but his twitched a little nervously, because even if signing made sure he didn't stutter, he still felt just as awkward. "I mean, you must miss home? Do you ever go back?" He didn't mean to bombard her with questions, he was just genuinely interested in getting to know her. He was allowed to do that with a new friend, right?

Callum honestly haven't felt the time pass, if only because he was actually having a good time with someone who wasn't his brother. He bit his lip, thinking that this was it, that he'd be off home and they wouldn't see one another again. Okay, that's a bit dramatic, but he thought that maybe when they did see one again it would be different, that it wouldn't be as easy as it was not. Well, not easy, nothing to do with people was ever easy for Callum. But then she was asking if he had any classes, and Callum shook his head. He had had photography in the morning, and he was going to stay in the library in the afternoon writing up some reports on some of the pictures he had taken. But he could do that at home, because he didn't want to leave just yet. He didn't know what it was about January, he just wanted to spend more time with her. Something fun. Fun sounded good. "No, no more classes today." He signed, as he stood up and placed his camera back around his neck. "Did you have anything particular in mind?" He enquired, since he figured that anything she suggested would be better than anything he said.

Callum ran his slender fingers through his wild hair, and his eyes caught onto her saying that it would be his choice to what they would do next. That made Callum freeze up for a moment, because he wasn't sure if she would like she stuff he likes. And anyway, he didn't really do anything exciting, there wasn't many exciting things that you could do on your own, and some of the stuff that Grayson had shown him was less than fun, it was downright ghastly. "Well .. I like - I like to ... there's an old movie theatre ... it's run down but the equipment still works ... I quite enjoy the silent movies?" His face held a question as to whether that would be something that she was interested in. It also showed how he went about with enjoying the things that other people enjoyed, such as moving images. Silent movies were so amazing, because they were the first works, and also were compatible with someone like him. He would often sneak out at night, when his whole family were sleeping, and go to the theatre. There weren't that many tapes left there, but he enjoyed re-watching them all the time.

TAGGED: JANUARY/CJ WORD COUNT: 1281 NOTES: oh my god they are so cute and perfect man!

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[JANUARY ROSE GOODWIN]

Callum's questions about whether or not she missed home caught her a little by surprise, even though she should have been expecting them. They were normal questions for someone to ask during that context of conversation; she just hadn't expected it to affect her so deeply. Of course she missed her family, but not just because she moved away. She missed them because she knew she could never really see them again. Granted, she could watch them from afar and make sure they were doing okay, and check in on them periodically, but she could never be with them again. January wouldn't be able to go for morning runs to chat with her father, or drive somewhere with her sister and car dance every time a song they both enjoyed came on the radio. She wouldn't be able to cook family meals with her mother, or hug her brother so tight just because she could, and because he was growing up so fast. January missed being able to lie on her bed, her head right next to Annabelle's, and talk about everything and anything until their throats hurt from just talking too much. They were little things, of course, but she had always taken them for granted until she couldn't have them in her life any more. Of course I miss them. My family is so, so important to me, and I really love them all. I'm sure that a lot of people say that about their family, though. We've just always been really tight-knit.

[/color] January looked down for a moment, then went to answer the second part of his question. But I'm glad I moved; my parents would be proud that I'm doing something fulfilling. Helping people, bettering myself. It makes it worth it. It wasn't a lie, but it was the best she could give him, and she tried to be as honest with him as she possibly could. One day, she swore to tell him everything, but for right then, when everything was still new, she had to issue little white lies that made her insides clench, but were necessary.

As time passed, Callum seemed to become more comfortable around her, even just by a little bit, which was why she invited him to do something else, and was ecstatic to hear that the young man didn't have any plans for the rest of his day. But, she didn't want to complete their day together on her terms. The entire reason that she was trying to spend so much time with Callum was because she enjoyed his company and wanted to get to know him. January didn't think it would be possible to learn more about him if she put him inside her own element, although there were lots of things they could do. The next time they spent time with one another, maybe she'd make the decision on content, but for now, she wanted a peek into Callum's mind, and wanted to get to know him on his own level, and his interests.

When he told her about his love of silent films, she smiled brightly. January had always enjoyed the classic films, and had seen more than her fair share of silent films, because her mother enjoyed them, and she felt they weren't just fun for her to watch, because it placed her children in her world, so to speak, but because they were artful and culturally relevant, and January's mother always encouraged learning in their house in every possible situation. Everything, to her, was a teaching experience, and because of her ambition and her desire to teach, they had all learned a lot, and January felt that they had also become well-rounded people. I actually really like silent films; we've seen more than just a few with my mom. We used to have movie night every Wednesday, and one time a month was 'Silent Movie Night,' and my mom would bring something home for us to watch. My dad would cook dinner, and we'd all sit down to dinner, as a family, then watch the movie in the living room. When it got cold, my dad would light a fire, and we'd all get in our winter pajamas and under blankets. It sounds cheesy, probably, but it was a lot of fun.[/i]

She noticed that Callum hadn't mentioned his family taking part in this movie watching with him, so she asked. Does your brother ever watch them with you? Or your family?[/i] She didn't want to make him sad in case the answer was 'no,' but she was curious, and didn't feel the need to shy away from questions just because they might stir up some emotion. Emotions, to her, were beautiful things, and she loved the fact that Callum seemed to wear his heart on his sleeve, even though he was shy and didn't pursue any actual relationships with people. That saddened her more than most things, because she knew that he was such a wonderful person, and knew that people would see in him all the things that she did, because he had a beautiful soul. I can be your silent movie buddy. There's actually that new one, The Artist, that just came out; it's a silent film, won the Best Picture award, I think. I haven't seen it; would you like to go?[/i]

January stood up and they began to walk, side-by-side off campus, and January felt the breeze pick up. She wasn't as susceptible to temperature anymore, but she knew it was cold. However, even when she had been alive, she didn't mind the cold much. Her father joked that it was because her mother had named her 'January' that she was such a winter baby, even though she wasn't born in winter at all. But she enjoyed the crisp, clean, cold air better than muggy summer. Callum seemed comfortable, and they walked in silence, and she made sure he could see her hands when she signed her next question. How far is the theater, Callum? And you're not cold, are you?[/i] She didn't have much to give him in the way of a jacket, because it wasn't yet winter, and she figured he'd be embarrassed if she even tried to offer, but she didn't want him to be chilled by the turning seasonal winds that were picked up around them, blowing leaves down the street and making them dance in front of where they walked.

Don't be so nervous around me, okay? I mean, I'm sure that's a tall order, but... I'm really enjoying spending time with you. I think you're a really sweet guy.[/i] January knew that Callum was nervous by nature, but she didn't want him to feel uncomfortable around her, or like she was insincere with liking him as much as she did. January didn't even know how much she liked him, mostly because she was afraid of what it might mean. Especially in the long run, given what she was, and what he was to her; she didn't want to cause any problems for anyone, and as much as she wondered and wanted to be selfish, she couldn't risk being taken from Callum and not being able to help him. So, she'd be selfless, and she'd be a good friend to him, and try not to feel so much. Being his friend would be wonderful, and she'd just have to be satisfied with whatever happened. After all, in a way, she was already closer to him than most others ever got.[/blockquote][/justify]

[CALLUM ZACHARY LEVINE]

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When January spoke about her family, Callum could sense the sincerity in her features, even as he paid attention to her moving hands. It made a small smile play around his lips, and reminded him of his own family. Of course, his immediate family were here in Manuka, him, Grayson, Micah, his mum and dad. But back home in England, he had Franky, and his grandmas and granddads and cousins and family they all got along with generally well. He missed them, he really did, so his chest tightened just a little for January, because it seemed like she missed them a lot. But she was right, sometimes you have to break away, and she was doing such an amazing thing with it. Helping people, and just simply doing things that Callum could guess would make her parents proud. "It sounds like my family too, we're also very close." Callum was glad that he could relate to her on some level, since it was hard to believe that he could relate to anyone. Callum didn't think these things about himself to gain pity or compliments, it was more that he actually believed them himself, all the negative things, like the complete lack of social skills, and making himself look silly every time he said something, especially to people who couldn't sign. "I don't think you could be a better person if you tried." Callum complimented with a small blush on his cheeks and a chuckle. She was doing so many amazing things, Callum didn't know how she thought she could be even better. January seemed to be very high on top of that one.

Callum was surprised to hear about her mum being deaf, as that was the first he'd heard of it. He was sure she could tell the surprise on his features, and he licked his lips as she talked about the times they had as a family. As much as his own family were supportive as hell, and knew sign language and stuff, they simply didn't appreciate such an art as a silent movie. It made him feel a little sad at the fact that he got a tiny bit envious of January and her family. But he smiled none the less, because it wasn't her fault. Cal knew that she was just trying to make him feel more at ease with his ideas and decisions, and he really appreciated that. When she asked about the things he was thinking, the male shook his head and shrugged his shoulders a bit like it didn't matter; and in actual fact, it didn't really. Because Callum knew that his family loved him the way he was, and it didn't take having family night to watch silent movies to prove that. They never had family night anyway, sometimes they'd all be there for dinner, but a lot of the time his dad had to work late, and well, Micah was never home either, so it was kind of just him and Grayson, and his mum when she didn't work as much. "No, they don't. But I do a lot of things on my own, so that's not really a big deal." He confessed, only speaking the truth. He didn't have many friends to share these things with, actually, Callum had no friends. Only people he met once or twice. "They're just more into more modern movies." He told her, his blue eyes sincere in the fact that he didn't mind that at all.

Silent movie buddy. He was sure his mouth hung open a little as his cheeks flushed a bright scarlet, simply because she just sounded so honest, and enthusiastic about it, it took him by surprise. Not many people wanted to spend so much time with him willingly, and Callum really appreciated that she did. He was glad. It seemed like he was finally making a friend. It really was a crazy thought, but it was one he embraced with only a little bit of caution. Since he knew that the last thing that someone like January would do would be to hurt him. He was an observer, and he really was not blind, so he realised that he would really really like to keep her as a friend, keep getting to know her because she said such interesting things. She gave information willingly and didn't seem to mind that he didn't talk as much. That made him feel good, and made his heart flutter a little. He really wasn't used to this. "I'd really like that January ... it could be like carrying on your family tradition." He mused a little timidly, his face still with a tinge of red in his cheeks from earlier, but his whole body told a complete story, made him feel excited. However, he was careful not to impose himself on people the moment they gave him the smallest bit of attention, but the werewolf boy believed that 'buddy' meant doing something together more than once, but if it didn't, this would turn out to be embarrassing.

As they walked, he could feel the wind swarm around his skin in an almost caress, and he enjoyed it as it made his too long hair float in the air. However, the last thing he felt was cold. So, after the 'how far' question, his gaze was painted with surprise once more, and embarrassment to an extent that she even thought to ask such a thing. Not much she could do about it, he didn't think. "The theatre is about twenty minutes from here by foot." He told her, and he hoped that they'd be walking rather than taking public transport because he liked walking more. He enjoyed the fact that he could get places by foot, and spending so much time in his house, he enjoyed the opportunity to get out. "And no, I am not cold." He signed to her, and without hesitation returned her question. "Are you ... cold I mean?" He would give her his jacket if she was, because the fact that he was a werewolf made the coldness less harsh all the time. He didn't feel it as much, which was pleasant a lot of the time, except when it was very hot. At her next words, however, Callum swallowed hard and felt his face heat up once more in a ferocious blush, and his heart sped up because he had been called out on his awkwarness.

He hated that it was so obvious, that he couldn't hide his social anxiety, and cleared his throat a little as he stared at his feet, feeling a bit uncomfortable. He did catch the part where she said that she genuinely liked spending time with him, but Callum was generally a nervous person unless he was completely comfortable around a person. Such as Grayson and Franky, there was never nervousness there. With a small nod, he still avoided her gaze. "I'm sorry ... I - I'll try." He didn't know why he was apologising, but he felt the need to make himself better. Make himself less nervous, just because he was asked it. It was a weird feeling. Walking even further, Callum looked in front of him, and when he spotted a blue ribbon hanging in a branch between all the green leaves, and sun shining through the small gaps, he forgot that he wasn't alone and went ahead to take some pictures. But then he realised that he had completely walked off the path, and turned back to January; "Uhh ... sorry ... I liked the shot." He bit his lip a little as they resumed walking.

TAGGED: JANUARY/CJ WORD COUNT: 1275 NOTES: sorry for taking so long, bby!

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[JANUARY ROSE GOODWIN]

It seemed like Callum was finally starting to open up to her a little. Now, he spoke briefly about his family after she'd gushed about hers, and told her that they were close, too. January grinned and nodded. Close families really were the best kind, in her opinion. She loved being near her family when she was alive, and they spent so much time together that it had really been a major adjustment for her to live without them. Although, for them, it probably had been worse. There was an empty chair at their dinner table now, and she'd watched many family dinners or game nights fly by where they treated that single chair almost as if it was a white elephant in the room. They all acknowledged that it was there with heavy hearts, but they never spoke about why they all continuously paid so much attention to an object that really was just that. It wasn't as if the chair held her spirit, because she knew her parents didn't believe in that. No, she knew they believed she was in Heaven, and most of the time, she was... just in a different way than they ever would have expected.

But, January had always believed that everything happened for a reason. Whether the “what happened” was good or bad, it always led to some other path that one was intended to make all along. That's how January approached major changes that she hadn't planned for. She considered that it was probably because she was supposed to go down a certain road, and wouldn't have taken said road without a little nudge of encouragement. The angel had been so young, and hadn't really gotten a chance to live out many years, so she'd definitely never paid much thought to the notion of dying. But, when she had, she knew it had been for a reason, and the angels and God had commended her bravery and selflessness. They had given her wings, and that had renewed her sense of purpose. Seeing Callum had affirmed it even more so, because she knew that her purpose now was to befriend him, to guard him, and to make sure that no harm came to him. Although she definitely wouldn't understand someone wanting to harm Callum if they even got to know him for a second, she knew there were dangers surrounding what he was, since he was no longer human, and had accounted for those in her overall plans to be his guardian. January had always been good with making choices, and following through with plans. She was very diligent, dedicated, and never, ever gave up just because something was hard.

Callum and January had already gone what she knew was a long way for the young man, because he was openly complimenting her and speaking to her with a fluidity in his hands that wasn't present earlier, when he was more nervous. It warmed her heart to know that Callum was getting to be more comfortable with her, because she really, really liked him. You're sweet for saying such things, Callum, but anyone can improve. There's always more work to be done.

[/i] January didn't want to become complacent, and she knew that even if she was, as Callum said, unable to be a better person, she could still do good works to help others. One didn't just stop being good because they'd reached a plateau. I don't know; I feel as though if I can set a good example for others, more people will be willing to help out. Where they can, of course. I know there are limits.[/i]

January had a thought cross her mind, and looked at Callum, then tentatively signed the next part. Hey, I don't know how handy you are with a hammer, but if you'd be interested, we could try to check out a local Habitat for Humanity project together sometime. I can show you what it's all about, the whole 'giving back' thing that I speak so highly of, if you're interested. If not, you won't hurt my feelings, I promise.[/i] She certainly didn't want him to feel pressured, but she did think it would be a fun opportunity to let Callum into her world a bit, since he was letting her into his today.

As they made their way to the theatre, January was pleased that Callum liked her idea about seeing silent films together. She liked them because she felt sometimes they were more artistic and creative that other modern films with sound. And the music, even though she knew Callum couldn't hear that part, was excellent as a draw for hearing people. I'd like that very much... it's been a hard adjustment, being away from my family so much. I'd like to carry on some of their traditions with you.[/i]

The wind whipped around them, and while January wasn't cold, because she didn't get cold, she was also pleased to hear that Callum was warm enough as well. But, she wondered if saying yes would get him to offer her his jacket, and even though she didn't need it, she felt a strange pull... no, a desire to wear his jacket. To be closer to him, somehow, since she knew that touching him, even in a friendly way would be strange for him, and probably off-limits for her. Yeah, now that you mention it, I am a little. But I'll be okay, really. It's a short enough walk.[/i] She waited to see how he'd respond, and hoped that he wouldn't feel pressured to give up one of his possessions just because of gentlemanly obligation. She didn't want to make Callum feel put off in any way, and felt a little bad for saying she was cold when she wasn't. Even though she'd been an angel for two years, she still had selfish human desires on occasion, which had been rare when she was alive, but still existed.

They ended up veering off the path a little. Well, Callum did, and January stopped walking and watching him walk over and take a picture of a few things just off the sidewalk. A ribbon in the tree, perhaps. It was a very pretty blue, and while January didn't have a photographer's eye, she could see how the out of place item would be beautiful, and how the contrast in colors (the blue of the ribbon with the leaves) would make a striking difference. When he returned to her, he was a little nervous, and January placed a hand on his shoulder for a moment, to soothe his nerves, then signed her reply. I bet that would be a very nice shot. It's no trouble; we're not in a hurry. Feel free to take other pictures if you see them. I wouldn't want to keep you from something really good.[/i]

They finally reached the theatre, and January almost swooned when he opened the door for her. What a gentleman! January thanked him and walked inside, and then reached for her small wallet when they approached the ticket counter. She saw that the movie would be starting in about fifteen minutes, and looked at Callum. I'm okay to get my own ticket, and I can get yours, too, if you want.[/i] She wanted to be polite, because it wasn't as if he had any obligation to buy her ticket... it wasn't a date, that she knew of, just friends going out to see a movie together. Besides, she had urged him to go do something with her, so it really was the polite thing to offer. January waited for Callum's response, and smiled at the woman at the counter, who was looking at her hands a little strangely. Probably she wasn't used to people signing, and would likely think that neither one of them could hear now, but she hadn't said or done anything rude, so January wasn't going to say anything back. However, there was the part of her that knew that if someone did say or do something rude to Callum in front of her, she'd snap. It was strange, and perhaps it was because he was her charge... then again, there was the possibility that it was just her feelings for Callum, the ones she tried to deny, but were becoming harder and harder to suppress each day, and the longer she spent with the young man. Maybe feelings were unavoidable. Or maybe they were just a natural happening between guardian and charge. She didn't know... maybe she'd take this up with Arya later.[/blockquote][/justify]

[CALLUM ZACHARY LEVINE]

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Callum's lips formed into a gentle smile at her words, and he nodded. Of course there was more work to be done, there was no argument there, but Callum also felt that sometimes a person who does so much good deserves a break, because it's not up to them to carry the weight of everyone on their shoulders. "Of course, January ... but it's not up to you to look after everyone." He told her, his fingers moving comfortably as he spent even more time with her. He knew that it would have been harder if she didn't know sign language, because through his real voice he would have been stuttering and being a completely idiot. But now, there seemed to be a permanent flush covering his stubbled cheeks, but at least he was not stuttering. He tried to avoid that as much as he could. "You're much too young to try and carry the world on your shoulders, you've got a life to live." His expression was soft as he looked at her, simply because he wanted to give his own perspective on things. Though really, he wasn't living much either, more so through his brother who was always living the wild life, whereas Callum was much more reserved.

Callum watched her hands move in a little more reserved manner, and he bit his lip as the words flew out through her fingers. He took a moment to think about, and he knew that he could try. There was no pain in trying something, helping others as others have been helping him through his problems. "I can certainly try and help out ..." He gave her a small nod, his fingers moving gently as he took a few more moments to think. "I suppose I could also make leaflets and stuff, promoting things? If the hammer thing doesn't work out." Callum joked, a small smile on his lips. Sometimes he liked to be in his comfort zone, and even if he wasn't handy with a hammer, he could still do something within his ability skill level. "I'm glad you trust me enough with asking such a thing." He told her, because he knew that if he had made a bad impression, she would not have wanted him to help out in something that was so important to her. Honestly, his stomach had lurched a little bit at the thought that she wanted to share with him what was important to her. He felt honoured, really, it was important to him too.

Traditions were something that he and Franky had had when he was back in England. Now the only tradition their had was the Skype video calls, or talking through messenger. They did that regularly, but it still felt like they were falling further and further apart, and that made Callum's heart feel heavy. He might ask his mother if for Franky's birthday, they could arrange for her to come and visit. He would love that. She would also love January, and Cal would actually love to introduce January to Franky. But that thought also made him blush because he actually felt comfortable enough thinking that he would introduce her to Francesca, someone he has loved all his life like a sister, someone who was so important. For the first time since they moved to Manuka, he felt like he had a friend other than Grayson. "I suppose we'll both get gain from it." He nodded, and then bit his lower lip uncertainly, his cheeks scarlet as he signed the next words. "And I'd love to spend time with you." Cheesy. Corny. He knew that, but he felt like that was something he should say.

Callum frowned in concern at the fact that she said she was cold, and he didn't even have to contemplate it before he shrugged off his coat, and placed it over her shoulders, a bright smile on his face. "Short walk or not, I'm not cold and you are." He left her to decide whether she wanted to pull the jacket on fully, by putting her arms through the sleeves, or keep it on like he had put it on her, just on her shoulders. Callum eyed her, his coat much too large on her, but that actually gave a very warm feeling in the pit of his stomach, and he felt some sort of pride at his actions. "I hope my jacket will suffice." He nodded, because she had the freedom to refuse it of course. Then he carried on walking beside her, before he was distracted by his next shot that his photographer mind captured, and therefore needed to be transferred onto film. He barely used the digital qualities of the camera, unless it was to upload the pictures to his blog, but other than that he preferred to get them developed and keep them in his scrap book. Some of the most person things that screamed 'Callum' were kept there.

However, he felt terrible for keeping January kind of hanging while he took his shot, and her hand on his shoulder made his muscles kind of tense because he had not been expecting it, and he held his breath for a few moments, before she had to take them off to sign her next words. Callum avoided her gaze but nodded. "I'm sorry, usually when I have my camera I'm on my own." He didn't mention that that was most of the time, because he barely had any people he spent more than a few moments with. But then they were near the theatre, and of course he held the door open for her, and he frowned when she offered to pay for her own ticket, and the boy shook his head. "No, you didn't have to come yet you did ... I'll pay for it this time?" He asked, because he would feel very ungentlemanly if he allowed her to pay for her ticket. Moving to the counter, he got two tickets and handed one to her. "Do you want a snack or anything?" Callum wasn't sure how she liked to watch her movies, with or without food, but he felt like he should ask anyway. Before then moving to the darkened theatre, and sitting in one of the middle rows for the movie. However, he had not anticipated the electrical charge or sitting next to January in a darkened room.

TAGGED: JANUARY/CJ WORD COUNT: 1070 NOTES: cvdfghbcjdsh <3333

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[JANUARY ROSE GOODWIN]

January had to force herself to keep reminding herself that she was in an actual conversation with Callum. His hands moved so fluently, and with such passion despite his shy nature that she was captivated and entranced by the fluidity of it all. She was even more thankful for her being able to sign fluently because she wanted to be able to have long, drawn-out conversations with the scruffy young man because it seemed to make him more comfortable. When Callum was comfortable, it seemed to be directly correlated with her happiness somehow. For a while, it didn't make sense, but then she considered that maybe it was because he was her charge. Although she still didn't understand all the intricacies of angel/charge relationships, she understood that their main goal was not only to protect their charge, but to help them have a fuller, happier life if at all possible. Of course, they couldn't interfere with their lives in order to tip the scales, and January wondered if her relationship with Callum wasn't slightly tipping the scales in a manner that the higher-ups wouldn't like. However, they hadn't addressed her about the issue, and the only other being that knew of her spending so much time with Callum was Arya, and January trusted her completely. She knew that her best friend in the heavens would never tell her secrets, especially when she was dealing with something slightly similar that caused January's story and feelings to strike close to home.

Despite what the rules stated, January found that she could just talk to him so easily, and open up about important facets of her life that she wouldn't normally tell people right away. While she was pleased with her charitable influence and good deeds, she didn't want to come off as a 'goody goody' or too perfect, because she definitely had her flaws. She just tried to be the best person she could be, and give back when she had more than enough to survive on her own. Some people wouldn't understand that, but Callum seemed to get where she was coming from, and that was a comfort to her. I'm an eldest sibling. It's wired in me somewhere.

[/i] January signed back, a teasing smile on her face. Her parents had done their best to look after all of their children, but as the eldest, January had taken on an extra burden to always be there for her siblings, and that desire had extended to work outside of the home. Granted, her siblings were never any trouble – they were just as inherently good as she, but she always liked being a caregiver, and generous when she had the capability.

Callum mentioned her having a life to live, and her face fell ever so slightly. She couldn't let on that she was saddened for a quick moment, because she knew that deaf people could read body language better than most, and could feel Callum's eyes studying her face when she wasn't signing. But, the truth he didn't know was that she didn't have a life. Not really. Not in the same way that he did. Living for her was an eternity of being a guardian angel, and being selfless, which was appealing, but sometimes made her long for the life she had before – the life she had lost.

But I have such strong shoulders... January signed, then straightened her posture in a way that she hoped would make the young man laugh. His smile, his laughter... they were all just as beautiful as the other parts of him, and she wished that he'd feel free to let loose and showcase that particular expression more frequently. January felt warm and pleased when he offered to help, even if he thought he wouldn't be much of a help. Right away, she shook her head no, wanting to reassure him that there was no reason to feel inadequate. She knew a lot of deaf people had difficulty taking on some tasks because they thought their lack of hearing would keep them separate from the others. My mother used to help us on builds. At first, she was terrible with the hammer, but with some practice and encouragement she was outbuilding all of the rest of us. She hoped that this would encourage him to try new things and expand his horizons, but if he was just comfortable making leaflets, she'd be more than fine with that.

On their relatively short walk to the theater, Callum admitted that he liked spending time with her, and January couldn't help but look down and giggle a little nervously. The compliment was so honest that it would have taken her breath away if only it could. She doubted that Callum had a dishonest bone in his body, and it just made him all the more appealing. While she was sure there were character flaws there, underneath the surface, she couldn't even fathom that any of them would be troubling or bothersome to her. The young man was intriguing, caring, kind... he had a pure heart, and January only wanted to be closer to him, even if she stood a chance of getting in trouble for it with her superiors. A rather gentlemanly gesture of him offering her his jacket and draping it over her shoulders made her swoon a little, and she shrugged her arms into the sleeves, putting it on all the way and letting the crisp, slightly musky, but mostly outdoorsy scent of Callum flood her senses. It was rather pleasant and reminded her of the days when she used to daydream about having her first boyfriend and wearing his t-shirts, letterman jacket, or whatever other article of clothing he'd lend her, just so she could feel that connection when they were separated. For a moment, she wished she could rationalize borrowing his jacket for a longer period of time, except she had no use for clothing in the heavens.

You're a sweetheart. This is much better.[/i] January said, then found herself surprised again when Callum opened the door for her and insisted on paying for the ticket. Chivalry apparently wasn't dead to him, and she appreciated the attention more than she wanted to admit. So, she decided to get a little bold, against her best judgment. No, I don't need any snacks, but thank you for offering. You're a fantastic date. They made it into the theater and took their seats.

As soon as they sat down, January's eyes flickered to Callum's hand in the dark space. It was just resting there, tempting her, and it wasn't like they were being spied on, right? This was a safe place. The previews started, and January held out until the movie began, and then slowly slid her hand into his. She signed with her other hand, hoping that she didn't startle him, but wanting to say something, in case he was nervous or confused. I'd love it if you held my hand during. The movie is supposed to be terribly romantic, and I'll get all weepy and girly, so be prepared for that. She smiled in the darkness, knowing he'd see it anyway, and waited for him to respond, hoping that he wouldn't move away.[/blockquote][/justify]

[CALLUM ZACHARY LEVINE]

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Callum understood her words about being an older sibling, though he wasn't one himself. He knew that Micah did the best to look out for him and Grayson, though Callum more so because his twin could take care of himself. He was confident unlike Callum, and he supposed that their older brother felt the need the protect the weaker of the pair. So he nodded at her words with honesty, face compassionate as it always was. Really, the young werewolves face was much like an open book. He just didn't know how to hide any emotion, so when he was happy you'd know he was happy, and when he was sad or confused also because he was just so expressive in his features, the innocence clear through it all. "I suppose I understand. Micah spent a lot of time looking after me and Grayson... but he's not in a good place right now." He bites on his lower lip a little, because he was worried for Micah. The man was just so lonely, or so it seemed. The drugs and the jail made Callum worry day in and day out, but there was nothing that the little boy could do.

At his comment about her shoulders, her response made his grin widen and he laughed. Not an entirely foreign sound, but Callum couldn't really hear himself laugh so he didn't know how that sounded. Didn't matter though as he - bravely for him - put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed gently before taking his hand away. "Very strong. Maybe there's potential for you yet!" He chuckled as he spoke with his hands, a happiness in his face that wasn't very common to see but worth it when it came out. Callum's blue eyed gaze held hers for a moment before he was back to focusing on her hands and what they were telling him. It came to no surprise to Callum that she was trying to reassure him, but even though it was part of her personality, as far as he knew, it still made him feel good that she didn't doubt him half as much as he doubted himself. "Well, thank you." He signed, slender fingers moving quickly because he sometimes got ahead of himself. "I'd love to help out however I can ... though don't be afraid to tell me when I mess up." He flushed a little and bit on his lower lip because he knew that it was inevitable that he'd mess up, but Callum still felt confident that he wouldn't be judged for it.

Giving January his jacket was something that didn't even need questioning. He smiled at the sight of it on her, the sleeves much too long on her slim body, and the jacket itself baggy, but he blushed a little with a thought that it was his jacket that she was wearing and he liked the thought of that. "I think it looks great on you." He tells her, a little bit of amusement flicking on his features. "Though, of course, it is much too large for you." He laughs a little as he eyes her before walking next to her again, eyes on the things around him for a few moments, focusing when needed on when she was talking. However, when they entered the theatre, and January told him that he was a fantastic date ... well, his eyes widened a little because he'd never thought of this as a date, but more importantly, he'd never been on a date so he didn't know what counted. Wasn't he supposed to ask her to come on a date with him if that was the intention? The words made his heart flutter needlessly and he was at a loss for words as red covered the skin of his face and he just looked down at his feet. "I'm glad you think so?" He signed uncertainly because the young werewolf was very out of his comfort zone with words like that, and he was probably taking them too seriously anyway. This couldn't be a date. Who would want to go on one with him anyway?

Sitting in the darkness Callum was a little comforted that he could hide behind it for a while. Because while he was with January, so much of him was out on the table that he needed a few minutes of space. His eyes were on the screen during the credits, a small smile flickering on his lips before he was startled to look to the girl next to him as he felt a hand in his. He swallowed hard, something in his stomach fluttering at the feeling and his eyes found hers, looking at her with nervousness for an explanation which she gave. "If that makes you feel better, then I don't mind." He signed back at her, but he was pretty sure he didn't mind at any time because her hand was warm and soft in his larger one, and he took a moment to just look at the joined skin. Grayson would have a field day if he knew about this, because as innocent as Callum was, he also realised that hand holding wasn't a common thing between friends. None the less, he squeezed her fingers in reassurance a little and was so glad that the darkness covered his scarlet face as they watched the movie. Though it was a little distracting, watching it with someone while holding their hand, so he was hyper aware of January during the whole movie. Once the movie ended, he really hoped that he wouldn't have to let go, though that might be a little bit too much to wish for.

TAGGED: JANUARY/CJ WORD COUNT: 952 NOTES: sooo sorry this took so long!

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