( caleb ) february 02, 2013

[oakleigh havana thomas]

After having told her baby brother her situation the day before, Oakleigh somehow managed to find the strength to tell Caleb the day after. She wasn't sure how he was going to react to the news, much like how she felt when she knew that she had to tell her baby brother. This may have been a little bit harder though, with Caleb, because she didn't know at all how he was going to react to her telling him about their love child and her illness and the decision that needed to be made.

Texting Caleb to come over, Oakleigh just laid in her bed and waited. She knew that the male would simply let himself in, like he had done in the past when she had texted him inviting him over. Her bed would probably be the first place that he would look for her, although, when he saw her in sweats and a tee shirt, then he'd probably figure out that she hadn't booty called him.

Swallowing hard, Oakleigh just waited on the male to arrive. While she waited, she checked Facebook on her phone and looked at all the meaningless and useless things that people posted, along with the game requests she had gotten for Farmville and Farmville 2. Shaking her head lightly, Oakleigh just laughed. She thought of the games as a time passer, but she soon started seeing it as something that kept a person's attention much longer than it should, when they could have been out in the world gaining new knowledge and experiences.

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[caleb maddox evans]

Caleb jolted in his sheets when he heard his phone vibrate against the wooden table beside his bed. He groaned loudly and laid still for a few seconds before reaching over and looking to see who interrupted his beauty sleep. With his vision blurry and the screen bright, Caleb could barely make out the name on his screen. He recognized an Oa with a jumble of letters afterwards and a cheeky winky face. He quickly realized it to be Oakleigh. The text was plain and simple and was inviting him to come over. Caleb looked at the time to see it was already past noon. She normally didn't text him for any reason until later in the evening but any reason to see her was a good reason. The only time she ever texted him was for a quick booty call so this is exactly what Caleb expected this time.

The male dragged his hungover ass out of bed and into the shower. He didn't care much for his appearance that day since he figured he'd be over at Oakleigh's for an hour or two. With a quick shave and smoke break, Caleb left his place and headed over to Oakleigh. A thin blunt hung between his index and middle finger as he walked his way over to his booty call. Caleb himself wouldn't say he was addicted but anyone observing his lifestyle and life choices day in and day out would beg to differ. Caleb couldn't go a few hours without smoking something and if he didn't get high a few times a week, he'd start shaking and sweating and suffering from withdraws. The routine was normally: wake up, eat, smoke, sleep, eat some more, get high, and sleep some more. And sex was thrown in every so often.

Caleb flicked the short blunt into the street gutter as he approached Oakleigh's apartment. His eyes may have been rimmed red but he was barely buzzed. He opened the door and let himself in, as he normally does. "Hey, babe, where are you?" Caleb called out.

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