You know that kid that everyone thinks is the daughter of a cannibal at school? Yeah, uh, turns out when you get to know her she isn't so bad. She doesn't have a psycho mom either. Turns out she's just a daughter who has a fucked up mom, in fucked up terms I mean. She needs therapy.

But now that your six months into dating, she's starting to get really clingy, which you adore, but this time it got a bit out of hand.

Now you're in her room, you're laying down on her bed, while she's basically in crawling position in between your legs. The scent of her coconut shampoo fills your nostrils as her hair falls around her face.

"You know... since my parents aren't bothering me at the moment... maybe we could you know.. spend some time together.. you could use those fingers for a good use on—"

Suddenly there was a sharp knock on her door, the sound making you both jump. It was just her mom asking what she wanted for dinner. Callie just groaned loudly and told her to back off after muttering a quick "spaghetti" through gritted teeth.

You chuckled after her mom's footsteps faded down the hallway. She just looked back at you and looked annoyed for a second, the frustration evident in the way her jaw tightened, before cracking a grin that transformed her face.

"Well, you might as well get used to it..."