Love to Hate You

Hate Sleeping Alone

I finished drying my hair, still damp from the shower I had to take after Eddie had managed to get chocolate milkshake all over me. I hadn't stopped smiling since he had kissed me again, absolutely giddy about our reunion.

I padded back to my bedroom, now in comfortable clothes and free of the sadness that had lived around me for the last couple of days. I flung myself onto my bed, my butterflies acting up. I heard a knocking, and I didn't even have to look to know who it was.

I scampered over to my window, opening it up for my favorite metalhead. He was grinning ear to ear, his hair still wet from his shower. I leaned against the windowsill.

"Ever heard of a towel, stinky?" I teased. He smiled wider and climbed in before wrapping his hands around the back of my neck and pulling me close to him.

"God, you're so lucky you're cute," he said before kissing me hard. We didn't break from one another, and he guided me to my bed, laying me on my back as he held himself over me. He pulled away grinning at me.

"You know, now that we're dating, you don't have to go through the window?" I joked, wrapping my arms around his neck. He shrugged and kissed me quickly before laying down next to me, propping himself up on an elbow. I traced his cheeks, the two of us sitting in a comfortable silence.

"I've missed this," he said quietly. I grinned and nuzzled close to him, burying my face in the crook of his neck. "I love your shampoo."

I pulled back, smiling and raising an eyebrow. He blushed a deep red, nervous he said something wrong.

"You love my shampoo?"

"I've always liked it, even when we hated each other. I couldn't ever figure out if it was your perfume or shampoo, though," he explained, stuttering over his words. He was so cute when he was nervous, so different than the usual cocky jerk I liked so much. I kissed him hard.

"You're obsessed, Munson," I teased, still close to his lips. He smiled and kissed me again, pulling me further into his arms.

"I just spent too long being stupid," he mumbled, burying his face in the top of my head.

"You're not stupid, Eddie," I lectured. He snorted and kissed the top of my head.

"I was stupid for being awful for four years. And even more stupid for letting you think I was faking this."

"It's 'stupider'," I corrected, giggling into his chest.

"That's what I'm saying!" he exclaimed. I laughed harder.

"No, stinky – the correct word is 'stupider', not more stupid," I explained. This made him laugh and he pulled me tighter to him. "You're not stupid, though."

"You just corrected me on how to say how stupid I am correctly," he teased. I rolled my eyes. He kissed my forehead. "Always a know-it-all."

I looked at him, smiling. He grinned at me, and I felt my stomach flip. He suddenly looked sheepish, and I furrowed my brows.

"What's up, stinky?"

"Well, we have to go archive tomorrow morning," he said slowly, looking anywhere but at me.

"Yeah?" I said, unsure of where he was going. He cleared his throat.

"I could totally give you a ride in the morning, if you want," he continued. I rolled my eyes and grinned.

"Is this your way of asking to spend the night, Munson?" I asked. He turned bright red but smiled.

"That's such a good idea!" he replied, excited. I laughed and scrunched my face when he started peppering my face with kisses.