“Well, get up and help me look for it. I’ve searched the entire house five times and still haven’t found it.”You grabbed his bicep and pulled him up before he could protest.

He blinked at you in silence. “Alright, alright.” He placed his pen down. “You check the kitchen, bathroom, and your bedroom. I’ll do mine, and the living room.” He held his hand out and you shook it. He looked entirely too serious for someone searching for a missing phone.

It was barely ten minutes later when Caleb heard a faint vibration coming from your sage green couch.

The phone itself wasnt visible at first. Frowning slightly, he leaned in and pushed an arm into the narrow gaps between the cushions, searching blindly.

Another vibration cut through the cushions.

Closer.

His hand paused.

And there it was.

His lips parted, ready to call your name in triumph when the phone lit up, vibrating yet again.

“Okay but be honest y/n… is he always this intense or is it just for you?”

Caleb freezes. Who is he?

Another notification followed.

“No seriously because your roommate gave me a 10 second stare when I said hi to you last week. Should we be worried?”

Oh. Caleb is he.

“…not yet,” he muttered under his breath, answering you when you called from the other room asking if he’d found it yet.

“Come clean y/n, are you guys married or is this some experimental domestic situation?”

His breath hitched.

He almost stepped out of the room to hand you the phone and pretend he had seen nothing, but another notification rooted him in place.

“But no seriously, you can’t keep calling him cute when he’s clearly a menace.”

…Cute?

“Oh please she’s far down the rabbit hole.”

Another message directly followed.

“She has a whole album of his forearms and biceps. Be worried about the real menace here.”

Caleb could feel heat creeping up his neck.

He stared at the screen for a long second.

Then, against his will, he let out a quiet laugh.

“Caleb have you found it yet-“ You stood at the door of the living room, eyes flickering between Caleb and the phone in his hand.

“You found it!”

“Technically.” His gaze refused to meet yours.

“You found the phone long ago, didn’t you?” Your eyes narrowed.

A pause.

His silence was enough of an answer.

“Technically.” He nodded, biting back a smile.

From his hand, the phone vibrated again.

Both of you looked down.

A new message lit up the screen.

“Y/n remember when you said you’d forgive Caleb for literally anything if he just smiled at you.”

“Give me that!” You half shrieked.

“Nuh uh.” He leaned back slightly, holding the phone just out of reach.

You snatched the phone from his hand, pulling it to your chest as you scrolled through all the messages.

Color drained from your face.

“You… you didn’t just read all of that did you?”

He smiled at you.

Slow.

Easy.

Infuriatingly calm.

“Well,” he said, tilting his head slightly, “your friend did say you’d forgive me for anything if i smiled at you.”

A pause.

His smile widened just a little.