Love to Hate You

I Hate That I'm Loving It

Eddie had draped me over him, laying on the couch and scratching my back. My head was settled on his chest as we watched Nightmare on Elm Street. I traced his sides softly, enjoying how close he was and how he smelled.

"Do you think if you told yourself a month ago that you'd let yourself get felt up by me, would you believe yourself?" he asked suddenly. I snorted and nuzzled closer to him.

"Absolutely not," I replied. "Also – 'felt up'? Are you some jock from the 1950's?"

"Only if you're into that," he teased, pulling me closer to him and kissing the top of my head. I smiled as he started playing with my hair.

It was strange how quickly we had settled into this from our previous rivalry. We still tortured each other, we still insulted one another, but everything was now fueled by an overwhelming attraction to each other. And I was even more surprised to learn I genuinely enjoyed Eddie's company, even outside of the touching and kissing.

He was strangely thoughtful, interested in learning more about my favorite things and different aspects of my life. We had a lot in common too, from music to movies to how we viewed friendship. He had been so excited when he found out how much I actually enjoyed scary movies and talked in length about planning a movie marathon with me. It was strange, but nice.

"Would you have believed yourself?" I asked, returning the question. He laughed.

"Not at all. I would have thought I was going crazy or got a brain tumor," he replied. I snorted and he took my chin, pulling my face towards him. He watched me intently, smiling. "If it is a brain tumor, I'm enjoying the side effects."

I smiled and he closed the distance, kissing me sweetly. He pulled me closer and set his lips on the top of my head.

If we were going crazy, I'm glad we were going crazy together.

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"Do you really have to go?" Eddie whined into my neck. I laughed as he pulled me tighter onto his lap, wrapping his arms around me. We were parked in front of my house after a whole day of doing this – kissing and holding each other.

"Yes, Munson," I replied, sighing as he worked at the hickeys he had left previously. He came back to my lips and kissed me.

"I don't want you to, though," he complained, kissing me between each word. I smiled and pulled back.

"You're obsessed, Munson," I teased. His eyes softened into a puppy-dog stare.

"Desperately," he replied earnestly, making my heart skip. I kissed him hard and ran my fingers through his hair.

"I'll see you tomorrow," I whispered, keeping my lips close to his. He frowned.

"We can't do this in school though," he moaned. I smiled and kissed him quickly.

"We'll find ways to sneak around," I teased. This made him grin and he pulled me into a tight hug. He released me and helped me out of the van, walking me to my front door. We stopped, hand-in-hand, as we watched one another. He beamed at me.

"I can't wait to see you tomorrow," he said. I grinned. He was cute when he was like this, full of puppy love and sweet compliments. Very unlike the Eddie I was used to.

"Me too," I replied. This made his grin grow and he kissed me. I let go of his hand and went into my house, waving goodbye to him. I heard the same kind of cheer from the night before and grinned, shaking my head at how ridiculous my former nemesis was.

I padded to the kitchen and saw a small post-it on the counter. I picked it up to read it.

Steve called. Back tomorrow. Love you.