#calconvo

     "Honey, I'm home!" It's the typical picture perfect family greeting though Caleb doesn't happen to be in business suit and carrying a brief case. He's just in skinny jeans and a loose fitting v-neck along with a leather jacket and instead of a brief case -- a guitar case. Band practice with his twin sister had gone pretty well and they were hoping to be in the studio by next week with some really good stuff, but he knew it would be hard -- if they ever did make it big. He had a wife to come home to, after all.

     "Hi, love," She responds as she walks to the front door. She looks like the epitome of a stay at home mother -- though they have no kids. She's not able to have any to both of their dismay. They were still a happy family though and planned on adopting sometime in the near future. They'd be perfect then. Caleb would be happy and content with his life then. Right?

     "Someone's finally moving in next door?" Caleb asks as he slips out of his jacket and hangs it up. His wife walks into his arms and he gives her a feather light kiss, but it doesn't feel the way it used to, but he'll keep his mouth shut about that. He wanted this marriage to work and his dad was proud of him for marrying a good Christian woman -- but that wasn't what Caleb wanted. He just wouldn't admit it to himself.

     "Oh yes. I chatted with him earlier today. He's uh quite the character," She says with a small smile, "Actually, I promised that once you got home we'd help him with some things since he's all on his lonesome. I'm still cooking dinner though, so would you-"

     "I'm on it, babe," Caleb says -- cutting her off and pecks her lips before he's slipping his jacket back on, setting down his guitar and walking back out the door. Of course, his overly friendly wife would promise such a thing to a neighbor. She invited the ones they already had around all the time. He knew she was probably lonely while he was gone, but still. The thought really unsettled him.

Caleb had gone on a shopping trip with his sisters and though he hadn't gotten much for himself besides a band t-shirt, he came in extremely excited. While in one of the many stores his sisters adored, forever 21 he believed it was called, he had happened upon a kitten sweater and though he had attempted to resist, the idea of seeing Edward in it was too tempting to deny.

Caleb was excited that his 5 year old daughter, Madison, was finally starting school. She was growing up so quickly and though he was forced to raise her on his lonesome, he really didn't mind. She was such a good girl and looked a lot like her mum. Her bright blue eyes and blond hair, making it hard for most to even tell that it was his daughter if not that her blond hair was curls and that her facial features somewhat resembled his.

She woke up that morning just as excited as he was. A smile gracing both of their faces as he got her dressed and handed her her backpack before heading out the door. He had taken off work for her first day of school so that he wouldn't be in a rush to get out of there once he'd dropped her off. He really wanted to see what the fuss was about this teacher she had apparently been so lucky to get.

They arrived at the elementary school and Caleb parked, climbing out and picking Madison up despite her size. He absolutely spoiled her since she was his first and only. He carried her inside, checking her paper to see where her class was and then heading that way. When he reached the door, it was open and there were already kids there. They all sat on a mat and were petting something, a frown crossing his features as Madison made grabby hands at whatever it was.

Today was going to be Caleb's first day teaching as a creative writing teacher and though he was slightly worried that he might not do very well or that his students wouldn't like him, he was about as ready as any other first time teacher was. He got up early that Monday morning, showering and dressing in his button down shirt and skinny jeans. He was lucky to have a job at a school that supported more casual dress so he didn't have to walk around in uncomfortable tacky pants, but his band t-shirts weren't professional enough obviously, so he didn't push it.

Caleb had been in sort of a daze for the past couple of days. A roller coaster of emotions spinning, twirling and twisting him around uncomfortably. He wasn’t sure why he was bothering anymore and had even resorted to smoking cigarettes again to help ease his nerves. He hadn't smoked since he was 18 up until this moment. 3 years without a cancer stick were suddenly washed down the drain with his sudden anxiety. Great.

It was dark outside and the bar that he was at was crowded. After finishing the set with his sister, he’d gone outside for a cigarette, sitting on the brick wall and looking up at the moon with sad green eyes. He just hoped this was just a phase, that he’d be happy and back to normal before the week was through. It was better that he separated himself from all the people in the bar. Maybe it was a bit of a dick move to leave Catie to greet all the fans alone and maybe he disappointed a few people, but he thought it better that then him actually being a dick to one of them. It wasn't like he was in the mood for hugs and fake smiles to make their photographs look pretty.

The curly haired boy is biting at his nails, pacing the room that was his work space. The model would be here soon and he felt extremely nervous. Working in the porn industry as a way to get his photography out there hadn't been one of his best ideas and seeing as today was his first shoot...ever, he couldn't help but be maybe a tad nervous. 

Ha. A tad? No. He was a lot more than a tad bit nervous. His fingers were shaking against his teeth and he'd almost bit them down to the skin, waiting waiting waiting and trying not to have a heart attack when there was a knock on the door, but he failed miserably at that as well. He brushed his hair back, cleared his throat and smoothed his hands together before walking over to the door.

He had everything set up already. The bed was perfectly made and the camera was set up right in front of it. Now the only thing missing was right behind the wooden door and Caleb couldn't be anymore uncomfortable or so he thought. He opened the door and his breath was nearly taken away. A raven haired male stood there, looking about as perfect as humans could get.

Caleb's tongue darted over his lips quickly before he was blinking quickly, trying to get a grip on what was happening. He was going to be taking pictures of this guy while he was naked??? Somehow his job had gotten ten times harder...in likely more ways than one.

Cue the lights. Lots and lots of lights. Then the sound of an orchestra playing soft gentle music. The bodies on the marble dance floor of the Styles's residency moving in time as men and women woo one another with their skills. It seems it's just your typical gathering for those with cat ears and tails and eyes that glow in the dark time with the occasional "normal" person, usually either servants, or much higher up. The contrast is startling but it's easy not to spot the one who doesn't belong.

A boy about 18 years of age, his tail between his legs, so as not to cause an uproar, along with his friend, who had been invited, who had been pointing out girls from the moment they had entered. The curly haired lad with bright jade eyes was more than annoyed. The thought of putting his eye on any girl for the sake of his parents was just revolting. The apple of his eye was a nice gentleman who happened to have given his life to serve a god that Caleb didn't believe in anymore. Why should he if he be shunned for love?

"What about that one?" His friend asks but Caleb doesn't bother. His eyes lingering over the rest of the crowd, his ears hidden underneath a dark black fedora, though they perked up when he caught sight of the most beautiful creature he had yet to have seen. There was an air of pure innocence about him as he danced on his lonesome. People looked despite themselves. Men and woman alike caught in the spell he'd somehow woven with his moves. Caleb himself was bound just as lovers with rings were bound and he had to know the boys name.

"Caleb-" It's a warning from his friend, who means the best, but he can see from that look in his eyes that this should not come out any good for either party. Knowing what he knew, that Caleb was of the mutt hybrid generation and that the angel who graced the floor was of the kitten kind, it was ever more taboo than anyone in his time could imagine, but alas, Caleb had managed to slip through his grip, joining the group of admiring faces.

He awaits for the right moment to approach him and his heart is pounding in his ears, beating rapidly like drums. Not even his love before had made him feel such a way, nor could he have even compare to this new boy, this beautiful creature from heaven. That could be the only explanation and if God and the devil were real, he was sure they both loved him.

The crowd disperses once the boy stops his dance and begins to walk away from the crowd and up the stairs, possibly to where he lies at night and the thought is exciting to Caleb. His cheeks flushed as he carefully follows behind the unexpecting boy, hoping to pronounce his sudden love fully. When they make it to his room, he manages to slip in, the boy so out of his head that he forgot to close it.