Heaven Is a Place on Earth - Belinda Carlisle
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Eddie's (long awaited) PoV
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I groaned peacefully, feeling warm in my cozy bed. I didn't want to move. I didn't want to go anywhere.
The dazzling sun hit my face as it shone through my window. I smiled slightly. I was at peace.
I hadn't seen Brandy in three whole days. It was only three days, why did I long to see her smile so much? Why did I want to feel her body against mine?
'Because you like her, dumbass," I thought.
Why did I want to just rip her clothes off and- I stopped myself. Thoughts like those weren't for Brandy. Of course they were true thoughts, but Brandy was too special for them. She didn't deserve men having whore-like thoughts about her. If I could, I would have drape her on a cloud where she could lay with the other beautiful angels. But none of God's angels could ever measure up to her beauty. I had never met anyone that could.
I lay there, my eyes closed. I heard a small noise next to me. A breath. I felt a stomach move up and down, the heat of another body attached to mine.
A sudden realization of what had happened the night before flooded over me. This wasn't my room. This wasn't my bed.
I had spent the night at Brandy's.
Why I went to Brandy instead of Richie? I didn't know. But she was cuddled up on me right now.
My eyes fluttered open, my heart hammering in my chest.
I turned my head to the left.
There she was. An innocent smirk was plastered on my face. Gosh she was beautiful.
I looked at her peaceful, sleeping face.
Her cheeks were slightly flushed. They always were. Her deep, sea green eyes were delicately closed, her long eyelashes fanning out over them. Her lightly freckled button nose breathed in and out lightly. I wanted to personally count each and every one of her freckles. And not just the ones on her face, but her arm and leg freckles, too. I'm sure she had some hidden ones on her back and chest that I had never seen before. (a/n: not her breasts. He didn't sAy her breasts, he said her chest. Implying her collar bone area.) Her pink, plump lips were relaxed, a slight smile on them.
My eyes traveled down her slight waist and long, shiny legs. I began to wheeze slightly. No. Not now. I couldn't do this now. I breathed in deeply, calming myself down. No, Eddie. You can't have an asthma attack now.
She was cuddled into my side, her head lazily leaning into the crook of my arm. I had no idea how we ended up in this position, but I wouldn't change it for the world.
Her dark blonde hair cascaded around her head in a halo. She was angelic. Untouchable.
Her body heat was keeping me warm. I wanted to bathe in her beautiful heat.
She began to stir, oh gosh I hope I didn't wake her.
Brandy sleepily rubbed her eyes, making cute high pitched groans that could only be concocted from the inhuman mouth of a goddess.
Her eyes fluttered open. She locked her shiny eyes with mine for a moment, then sleepily closed them again and nuzzled into me.
"Good morning," she mumbled, her voice high and soft.
"Morning," I tried to say as coolly as I could.
She smiled up at me, droopily opening her heart-stealing eyes again.
I knew you weren't supposed to remember what happened when you were drunk, but I remember everything what happened when I was.
I remember dancing with her.
I remember telling her everything.
I remember almost kissing her.
I remember her almost kissing me back.
But she didn't like me back. She could never like me back. I gave up hope on that when I was in second grade. But I never stopped dreaming of it.
Everyone I knew would dream of holding her, of waking up in this position. With her snuggled into them. She only liked me as a friend, but she seemed to like me as a very good friend. She seemed to trust me. Brandy Hunt trusted me.
Last night, I recalled her saying she loved me.
Last night.
When Brandy laid her head on my shoulder, she was so close. She was touching me in twelve different places. I counted. Each place her smooth skin grazed across mine, she left tingly remains. I wanted that feeling everywhere.
Three days ago, she grabbed my hand when she was cold.
If being one of Brandy's best friends included the following, I'd probably explode. But I didn't care. I didn't care that she only liked me as a friend. It didn't matter if I'd never have a chance to kiss her because this was better than emotionlessly kissing her. Feeling her heat ripple off of her and being present to her platonic love was so much better than I could even dream of.
It wasn't ideal,
but it was better than nothing.
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A/N:
I kind of l0ved this chapter I'm sorry but I'm rly proud of it even tho it's completely unnecessary and nothing happens. B u T I think Eddie's thoughts are rly rly important and need to get out? Anyway y'all should follow my fan acc @distortedjaeden if you aren't already. Cool? Yeah cool. That's all. Probably gonna double update today bc this chapter wasn't really useful in any way okay.
