Juicy's POV:
Eddie and I have a love-hate kind of relationship, but it's mostly hate. I like all the other boys but not Eddie. He's always annoying me and bullying me in the most harshest ways possible. It pisses me off. But deep down, I actually love him. This feeling has been growing over my hatred for the past few weeks now, and I don't regret it one bit. The more I look at him, the more the feeling gets stronger. He's so hot. But God, I hate that man. "Eddie!" I yell, already feeling annoyed at him, and it hasn't even been a minute. "What the fuck do you want now!?" Eddie shouts back practically running into my kitchen. I don't even know why I asked him and the rest of the boys to hang out with me. I'm not in the mood for anyone today. I'm so tired. "This is my house. Correct?" I ask, feeling my blood boil by the second. "Well, duh, no shit." He replies with the most amount of sarcasm I have ever heard. "So why the fuck do you think you have the right to leave an opened box of goldfish on my counter and some lying around the box!?" I exclaim pointing towards his mess. "This is your house! Not mine, so I don't clean up after you!" Is he being for real right now? I swear to God I would slap this man within a heartbeat if I had the chance. "Excuse me!? This is your fucking mess! So you clean it up! Didn't your own mom and dad teach you how to clean up after yourself, or were you that poor?!" I emphasise the last sentence because Eddie's family grew up poor. "Don't. You. Go. There." He says the words one by one to show how angry he is with me. I, however, couldn't care less because this is my house, and you should always clean up after yourself. Not me. "I just did. What are you gonna do about it?" I snarl, walking closer to him with my arms folded across my chest. "Shut the fuck up." He simply says coming even closer to me so our faces are meeting each other. Something about him being mad is turning me on. "Make me." I tease while making heavy eye contact with him. "You wanna test that Juicebox?" He growls before holding up my arms and pinning me up against the pantry door. "Well~ Wanna test that?" He asks again, leaving me in shock. "What happened to us arguing about your mess?" I remark while smirking. "I don't know, actually. What were we arguing about again?" He questions, holding me down with even more force. This is low-key turning me on. Even though we practically hate each other and argue every day, he's so hot I can't help myself. His hands slowly wrap around my waist and pull me closer to his body and chest. My God, this doesn't feel real. "You know. I don't actually hate you. I just love messing with you and making you mad at me. You're cute when you get angry." He flirts, winking at me. "I mean Eddie, you're hot, so I can't be mad at you at all. I love it when you argue with me. Turns me on." I reply, making him lustfully growl in my ear. His voice sends shivers down my spine, but in the good kind of way. I stare into his dark eyes that don't even look brown anymore. They look black. And they are staring at me with hunger. He wants me. I want him. This is the perfect moment. I want to kiss him. My mind is telling me to do this. So it's the right thing. So I do it. My lips connect with his like they were meant to be there all along. It feels right. This feels right. Like this was meant to happen. Who knows, maybe Eddie and I will have something more than a love-hate friendship. We start to have a small makeout session before Narrator interrupts us. "Guys. Are you done? This isn't the bedroom. If you need a room, just go to Juicy's room. It isn't that hard. You're in the kitchen, remember?" He explains like we don't know that already. To be fair, I couldn't even remember what was happening before Eddie and I started making out. But we took Narrator's words and went up to my room to finish our business. Guess after all, I had some feelings for Eddie I never knew I had.
