The Way He Saw Things | Lil Peep

Chapter 5 - Just Cuddling

After hanging around downstairs for about fifteen minutes I head back upstairs.

    When I open his door he looks up at me from his bed and opens up his arms for me to come over to him. It feels weird, this is my actual dream. I let him wrap his arms around my waist and pull me into bed as I laugh. He covers me up with the thick comforter then pulls me in to him, spooning me. He keeps his arms around me and presses his face into my neck.

    "Hi." I whisper. I feel him smile into my neck, making me shiver.

    "Hi," he murmurs back, "you smell good." I blush and thank him. He hums in response as his cold hands play with my waist band. Without thinking I cuddle closer, feeling him press into me. He's hard.

    "Don't test me." He mumbles.

    "Sorry." I laugh, flipping myself around so we're facing each other. "You're pretty." I tell him, focusing on his big brown eyes. He blushes and rolls his eyes. He fucked a girl last night, don't do this to yourself Max...

    "Pssh, says you." He says, turning me back around and pulling me close again. His ability to man-handle me as a skinny drug addict is insane. "Just cuddling." He reassures himself. At this point, I don't care if he's fucking other girls, he's hot.

As he slips into a light sleep my mind wanders and I start to hum, thinking about him. After a couple minutes he lifts his head. Blonde hair sticking out in different directions and the light peeking in from the widow illuminating him.

    "Are you humming my own songs to me?" He asks, an eyebrow raised. I stopped, I guess I was without realizing it. Not my fault he makes good music.

    "I didn't know I was, sorry." I hope that he'll just go back to sleep, this is embarrassing. He shakes his head.

    "No it's cute, I didn't realize you were a fan." He says, seeming a little flustered.

"That's an understatement," I laugh, "I probably know all the words to all of your songs."

"Oh..." He lets out. Shit, is it weird to get with a fan?

"Is that a problem?" I ask, turning to him and feigning confidence. He looks at me like I'm crazy.

"No! Actually... I think it's kind of hot." He says, a twinkle in his eye. It's my turn to be flustered as I push his chest and flip back over.

"Shut upp." I groan into the blankets.

"Don't pretend like you don't like it." He teases, pulling me closer with my hips, reminding us both he is very hard.

"I'm actually gonna go take a shower real quick." He suddenly blurts, shooting up and adjusting himself.

    "Oh okay, see you in a minute." I say, and cuddle back into the blankets, drifting into my thoughts. So I can get him hard but he doesn't wanna fuck? What am I doing wrong?

    I wake up to him getting back in bed. I move over to him and cuddle into his chest. His hand moves up to my hair, playing with the baby hairs around my face. I smile. He's not making this any easier on me. For the next couple hours we drift in and out of sleep, pressed skin to skin. I'm awoken by the sound of the door opening.

    "That was fast." I hear.

    "Fuck you, we're only cuddling." Peep yells, his voice all scratchy from sleeping. Just by the voice I can tell it's Tracy at the door. Peep shifts and sits up. He has a shirt and underwear on and I have shorts and a t-shirt on so it doesn't look too suspicious, but, then again we're in bed together.

I sit up next to Peep and see behind Tracy, Wicca and Goth are peeping in the room. I flip the three of them off and flop back down. They laugh and the door shuts. Peep flops down next to me.

    "Come talk to me." He whines, prodding at my side. I sit up and look at him, my hair messed up and my eyes half-closed. He looks so cute  all stretched out and sleepy.

    "What." I rub my eyes tiredly.

    "I wanna do something." He says, tugging at my sleeve. I laugh, he's like a toddler. Sighing I try to think of things to do.

    "Let's..." I pause, thinking, "make lunch while listening to music." His face lights up.

    "Let's go." He grabs me and pulls me out of bed, I yell for him to put me down but he somehow carries me all the way down the stairs.

Of course he gets everyone's attention by running into the living room with a yelling girl in his arms. Peep drops me on the couch next to Jamie then drops himself onto the floor.

    "We're making lunch," He announces, "What do you guys want." He looks around, everyone still in shock that he had enough upper body strength to carry me that far. "You guys, I'm strong, get over it." He says, out of breath, "what should we make?"

"Soup." Goth says, Jamie nods enthusiastically.

"Chicken noodle." She confirms, everyone nods their heads. I guess it is good hangover food. Gus looks to me,

"Do you know how to make it?" He asks, I nod and he smiles, "Well I don't, so I'll be there for emotional support." I sigh, when I said let's make lunch I meant the both of us, but I guess not. I help Gus get up and we walk into the kitchen.

"You're in charge of music, since I'll clearly be doing most of the cooking." I say, he smiles and hops up on the counter.

"Ok google," He says, "play Vertigo by Lil Peep." I laugh at him, playing his own music. "What? It's out on all platforms!"

"Oh, I know it is." I say, washing carrots to chop and getting out the chicken.

I turn to look at him as the beat in Drugz is about to drop. His grin widening as I sing along. We listen to the Ep over again a couple times as I get the soup ready. As the Ep comes to an end for the second time I stop him from letting it play again.

"This needs to cook for a minute, let me play my playlist." He shrugs and hands me his phone, already open to Spotify and connected to the Google Home. I put on my playlist and grab his hands to pull him off the counter, making him dance with me. We dance to a few more songs until the timer beeps loudly. I pause the music and announce the soup being done.

As our friends flood the kitchen Gus and I make eye contact, he grinned and in that moment I realized I had no hope, I was doomed.