Rowan Henderson, the grunge, 'fuck everything', girl everyone knows her. Well, that's the side everyone knows her from; except Eddie Munson, her boyfriend since 8th grade. In private, she loves to cuddle and be cuddled, loves make outs and playing w...
Gonna do some pretending in this chapter guys! There's no Christmas movies, I know of specifically, from 1985. Sooo yeah also look at that outfit! That's inspo for todays fit.
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⚠️Slight smut warning⚠️ 1,726 Words *\_*\_*\_*\_*\_*\_*\_*\_*\_*\_*\_*\_ Hawkins High December 12, 1985, 6:45 PM Rowan's Narrative
I was too busy talking to robin in the hall way to notice my boyfriend sneak up behind me. So, when he wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me up, let's just say it scared the fuck out of me. I thought I was still waiting for Ed's to finish his game of D&D.
"FU- oh my god Eddie!" I scold, after being put down, and smacking his chest.
"Hey, baby!" He smiles brightly. After coming down from his little fun, he actually hugs me. I love his hugs; they way his arms go perfectly around my waist, the way he smells, and I love being close to him.
"Hi my love" I whisper, as he turns me around so my back is on his chest, arms still around my waist.
"You doing okay, angel?"Ah yes, Eddie's annul check up every time were apart. He always makes sure his baby's okay.
"As good as I can be. But you make it better"
"That's good, I always wanna be here for you, princess." He says with a smile. A smile that drops as soon as he sees my face scrunch up in pain.
"Fuck," I whisper more to myself than to him but he doesn't say anything about it, just picks me up and carry's me bridal style, following everyone to the parking lot. Making me giggle.
"Hey, love birds!" Dustin, my lovely baby brother, says with a smile.
"What's up dusty?" I ask him.
He doesn't say anything about the fact Eddie's just casually carrying me, looking down at me lovingly. No matter how we dress and seem to be like in public, we are always showing off how much we love each other; AKA PDA, our favorite thing to do. Our necks haven't been free of hickeys since the very beginning of 9th grade. And, I'll never show anyone this normally, but other parts of me haven't either.
It's a normal thing we do; always make time to give each other hickeys. That's our love language, touch and we definitely love each other.
"Do you think we could have a movie night?" He ask, the smile still prominent.
That's when the other boys come in with their 'pleaseeee's and such. Like we were their mom and dad.
"That's fine with me, as long as Ro's okay to do it; she's not feeling great." Eddie says, looking down at me at the last part to hint at my stomach. Which makes the boys stop before they start their questioning about what's wrong.
