Only Metal Can Save Me Now//Metal Lords •Hunter Sylvester•

I Don't Care

Hunters pov

I had just walked up the stairs. I was home alone, my dad was wherever the fuck he was. Probably on a date with one of his fucking clients or some shit.

I was making my way to the kitchen when the door bell rang. I furrowed my eyebrows. There's a chance it could be Kevin but I truthfully didn't know. I walked over to the door and opened it.

My eyes went wide. Standing in front of me, in the rain was Eden Covertin. Suitcase in hand. "Eden?" I questioned, wondering why she was here and why she had a fucking suitcase.

She looked at me with tired green eyes- why am analyzing that. This is Eden, I'm supposed to hate her. "I don't care if you say no and I don't care whatever the fuck it was I interrupted for you, but please let inside, I've had half a shitty day and a pretty shitty evening." She blurted out in tiredness anger.

I didn't say anything, all I did was open the door more so she could come in. She did and I shut the door behind her. I followed her to the basement. She put her stuff down on the floor and turned to look at me.

She was drenched. She must have walked here in the rain. She let out a loud sigh as she stared at me. "I guess I owe you an explanation." She said.

I nodded. "Do you like, want fresh clothes or something? You're covered in rain." She laughed at that, although I could tell there was no real humor in it. I watched as she pushed the wet hair that was stuck to her face behind her ears.

"That...that'd be nice Hunter." She said honestly. I walked away and came back with another pair of sweat pants and another shirt. "I'm gonna take a shower if you don't mind." She said as she walked away and to the bathroom.

As she shut the door, I sat down in one of the chairs. I wondered what was wrong. She's never done this, well I mean besides when she yelled at Emily that one time. I don't know what it was, but it was different...she was different.

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(Eden's pov)

As I showered, I thought. Me coming here, when I could of gone to Emily's or something. This meant something. Maybe it's time to face the facts. I don't think I hate Hunter...maybe far from it actually.

After my shower, I changed into the clothes Hunter gave. I smiled a small smile as I looked at the shirt. Metallica. I left the clothes he let me borrow before on the bathroom counter.

I walked out and Hunter was sitting down. I walked over to where he was. "I'm just gunna say a bunch of shit because there's a lot of shit I gotta say." I told him, he didn't say anything. He just stared at me.

I then said as much as I could. I had to say a lot.  "I am far from my parents. Hell in this world I'm more like you than I am them. I don't believe in the invisible guy in the sky. Fuck, I listen to metal for Christ sake. My parents didn't know, I kept it from them. But they kept secrets from me too. My dad kicked me out tonight because of the band shirt I wore home and kicked me out for hanging out with you. I didn't know where else to go, and to be completely fucking honest, I rather be here than there. Here? I can actually have a personality." I ranted.

He didn't say anything he just sat there listening to what I was saying. "I don't care that you listen to metal, Hunter. I do to. I don't care about the fucking rumors Skip so happily spread about you and I all over school. To be honest, I'm actually pretty fucking grateful and appreciative over the fact that every time some thing fucked had happened with me this week, you've been the one to somehow- some weird way be the one to help me..." I continued.

He still didn't say anything, but his eyes were wider now. I ranted on. "Truthfully, Hunter I don't think I hate you. And if I'm gunna continue being honest, I think I've stopped hating you for a little while now." I explained, finally done with my rant.

He still didn't say anything. He just stared at me. Eventually after a few minutes he got up and stood in front of me. "Now can I say something?" He questioned. I furrowed my eyebrows and nodded, wanting to know what it is he wanted to tell me.

"I don't care either. Yeah I've been an absolute dick to you-cocks! I literally almost ran you over the other day. I know I've been a dick to you, and we both know because we hated each other. But...I don't know. I don't think I hate you either. And about the Jesus and religious shit? Before we even started this speech project, I have no idea why, but you intrigued me." He explained.

My eyes went wide. I stood there dumbfounded. Was-was Hunter saying he felt the same? No, that's stupid we hate each oth-

"You always had headphones in. I thought you were listing to pop songs or Clay's band. But when we listened to Slipknot and when I picked up your phone and saw you'd been listening to Ozzy Osbourne; And then there's the art thing. Just random stuff about you. This is going to sound cheesy as all hell, but you, Eden, are like a really loud and pretty fucking amazing guitar riff that I can't get out of my head. So no, I don't care either." He finished.

Neither one of us said anything or moved. We just stood their staring at each other. What the fuck are we supposed to now? Half of the fucking shit was Hunter and I hating each other for the longest fucking time.

But now? Apparently now we don't. And apparently, we don't care.

God...what the fuck does this mean. If your fucking real what the fuck does this mean