𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 - 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

𝐎𝐇 𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘 𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗨𝗔𝗚𝗘

𝙺𝙸𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁𝙻𝚈 𝙲𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙳𝚈

"KIM!!. WAKE UP, WAKE UP!." My eyes were forced open by the sound of Dustin's voice screaming the cabin down and the bed rocking in all directions. They fluttered open and witnessed Dustin and Lucas jumping up and down on my bed with big red Sombrero hats on and cowboy jackets.

"What the fuck?!." I groaned annoyed, rolling around to see the beside alarm clock read 7:30am. "Get the fuck out of my room!." I whined and pulled the blankets over my face.

"Nope!." Dustin said and carried on jumping. "We wanna go to the arcade, Kim!." The jumping stopped but the sounds didn't. "Pleaseeeeeee?." Dustin begged and I sighed deeply.

"Yes! Fine!. Just leave me alone." I whined again as they giggled with one another and jumped off of the bed.

"Thankyou!." Lucas said as he presumably followed Dustin out of the room, leaving with a large bang of the door.

"I'm never having kids." I mumbled to myself and threw the quilt from my head. "AHHH!." I screamed and jumped up, seeing Steve sat at the end of my bed with a smug smile. "You fucking - ASSHOLE!." I grabbed the pillow from under my head and smacked him in the face with it as I yelled, not having noticed he was even in the room.

"Kim!." Steve grunted at me and grabbed the pillow from my hands. "Would - you - stop - hitting - me?!." He said in between blows to my head with the same pillow, straddling my waist as I covered my face with my arms, laughing at the tone of his voice. "Jesus bloody Christ, Kimberly!." Steve finally stopped and chucked the cushion away from the pair of us as I peeked up at him through the small gap of my forearms.

"You done?." I asked breathily, due to the lack of air I had received from the pillow fight.

"If you are." He said sternly and watched me from above, one hand on his hip whilst the other combed his hair back.

"Yep." I said with a smile. Steve looked at me suspiciously for a few seconds before he climbed off of me and sat besides me on the double bed. "You sleep well?." I asked with a small breath, still trying to find a steady rhythm for my heart to beat.

"No. Claire's gone home." He said and my eyes shot open at his words.

"She's gone home?." I asked. "Why?." I asked again.

"She wasn't happy that me and you had done stuff and that we're still friends after it." He shrugged and looked over to me with an expression I couldn't really make out.

"She thinks we're still fucking." I said and scoffed, use to the accusation.

"Didn't say that, but yeah. She thinks we're fucking." He sighed and leant his head back into the pillows behind him. "Why do people always think we're in love or some shit?." Steve asked. "Why can't we just be friends without people saying shit all the time?." Steve groaned at the thought.

"Probably doesn't help that a lot of people know what we use to do." I said and twisted my head to look up at him, seeing the little bit of stubble growing on his chin.

"When we were sixteen." Steve stated. "You're nineteen in less than a month and me in three..you'd think people would've gotten over it by now."

"Yeah, well..let them think whatever. I can't be bothered with them anymore." I sighed and closed my eyes, listening to Steve mumble something under his breath.

We stayed in complete silence for a few minutes, listening to the kids run rings around Billy, Robin and Kathleen, trying to get them up and ready for the day.