ch:29 Lovely Dirty Thoughts

Heyyyy, i'm starting to get very angry with how the story is progressing. Don't get me wrong, I have everything planned out. However, it seems like a bunch if random stuff is happening... I think it's making it boring. The story is close to it's end (believe it or not) so once i'm done, I will edit the story... thanks for reading guys!

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It was 3 in the morning. You stood on the balcony wrapped in one of Eddie's hoodies, fingers clamped around a cigarette. You were so deep in thought you forgot about smoking, the ash just falling. When you eventually remembered to take a drag, your hands shook as you brought it to your lips. Eddie won't let you smoke anymore, a part of you wanted him to wake up though. Anxiety flowed rapidly through your body, at top speed. You look over your shoulder to see Eddie sprawled out on the bed. Snoring soundly. You needed him so badly. You found it selfish, so you didn't bother waking him. Thoughts invaded your head, you hated them, but in your state you gave in. Allowing them to eat away at your sanity, leaving you in tears. You let the feeling take over, you felt too weak to fight back this time. The pressure just continued, like your head was about to explode. It left you sobbing, your hand covering your mouth in an attempt to conceal your cries.

You could admit, it felt good to let it all out, but once you released it another feeling arose. Worry. Worry that Eddie would wake up and see you in this state. You knew it hurt him to see it. You did not want to hurt him any more. It was a little too late though. Your head was pounding, so you didn't hear the soft footsteps coming towards you. You only noticed when you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around you. Fighting back tears as he spun you around and pulled you closer to his chest. His fingers running through your hair in an attempt to soothe you. "Let it out, sweetheart, let it all out." he said softly. You cried into his chest. He takes the cigarette from your hand and put it out. Eddie picks you up and sits you on the bed. You hug his hellfire shirt. You wanted to scream. "It's alright, sweetheart," he cradles you in his arms.

It's really not that big of a deal. Jason is just a dick. Your mom is just a bitch. Your dad had it coming. That's not fair. Why you? "I don't want to live like this!" you shout. Why can't you just leave? "I don't want you to either," he says rubbing your back. "Then let me go!" you covered your mouth after you said it, instantly regretting it. He takes a deep breath, "am I selfish?" He asks after a moment. Your breathing slows, "no, Eddie, you're not." "Am I selfish for wanting you to live?" "Eddie, I-" you stutter. "Does it make me selfish for wanting you to live a long, happy life?!" he shouts, "I just want to watch you grow up." He looks down. "That's too much for you," he fiddles with his fingers. "I'm-" he won't let you finish any of your sentences. "Don't say sorry," he knew. "I hate seeing you like this!" you cry. "You're one to talk," he mutters. You don't say anything for a moment. Eddie is scared that he hurt you, "I-I'm sorry, Ellie. I don't mean what I say." There was nothing to say. "Ellie?" he asks, finally looking at you. "Yes?" you respond. "Are you okay?" he asks. "Don't ask questions you already know the answer to," you say coldly. His eyes were deep. Brown is an ugly color. Dark and filled with pain. But Eddie. Eddie makes brown beautiful. You could stare in his eyes for hours and never get bored. His lips trembled slightly. He looked frightened, but there was no explanation as to why. "Can you smile?" you ask, and it caught him off guard. "What?" he asks. "Can you smile?" you repeat your question. He smiles lightly, "come on, Eddie, you can do better than that." You chuckle under your breath. He smiles, and finally, his dimples show. You put your fingers on them. "This is what makes me happy," you push your fingers into them, "your dimples suit you." He smiles for real this time. You kiss him slowly. He lays back, making you fall on top of him. He smelled heavily of smoke, and tasted like it, too. He was warm, like a heater compared to your icy skin. He didn't have his rings on, so his hands were warm on your skin. You pulled away, panting. "I love you, Ellie." He says while staring into your eyes. His eyebrows were relaxed. You could hardly keep your eyes open. Eddie noticed and pushed your head down you could sleep. "I love you, too." You say, closing your eyes.

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Eddie was stroking your hair. "Good morning," he said. You didn't dare to move. You laid on his chest. "Morning," you groaned. "I have to go to school," Eddie says. "Do you have to...?" you whine. "Yes, I have work to do," he says, sitting up a little bit. "Ugh," you frown. He pauses for a long moment, "have you even showered...since it happened." You didn't have the time. You slowly shook your head, no. Eddie got out of bed, "you can use my shower." He opens his bathroom door and turns on the water. You take a moment to get up. Eddie grabs his Metallica shirt and a pair of shorts. He takes off his shirt as he walks into the bathroom for something. "You can wear my shirt," he points to it when you walk to the bathroom. He sprays it with his cologne, so it smells like him. You smile. You take off your shirt and lay it on the counter. Eddie unclips your bra. You look at him in the mirror as he does it. It's odd seeing Eddie like this. He normally have lust twinkling in his eyes, but now, he's sorrowful. You take it off and set it on the counter too. Eddie kisses your neck as you take off your shorts. He didn't expect you to hurry for school, in fact, he advised you not to go. You stepped in the shower. The water was warm, but not boiling. Eddie stayed in the bathroom while you showered. To keep you company, you assumed. "Are you sure you are okay with going to the concert?" he asks. "Of course I am," you peek your head out, "just cause if have the mental stability of a shrimp doesn't mean I'm not going to see Dio!" Eddie laughed. "I'm just checking, we leave tomorrow." You smile. "Shit," you shout, "I got to pack." You start laughing. "You haven't done that yet?" he laughs. There is a loud knock on the door. "I will be right back," Eddie says. "It's Max," he yells. "Let her in I guess," you shout back. You heard them walking over. "How are you feeling?" she asks. "Fine," you rinse out your hair. "You sure?" she saw straight through your lies. You peek your head out. Eddie was not in sight, just Max leaning on the door. "Can you help me pack?" you ask, laughing nervously. "Ooh! I will do it for you!" she shouts excitedly. "Okay fine!" you shut off the water. Max shuts the door so you can get dressed. You grab a towel, and step out. You grab your shirt and shorts.

When you walk out, Eddie and Max are talking to each other. Max whispers into Eddie's ear. "Pfft, she's going to hate you." "You're going to love it," she smirks. "Hellooo?" you wave your hands. Max sits up nervously. "What are you talking about?" you walk up to them. "Nothing," Eddie says confidently. You raise your eyebrows. "We have to get to school," Eddie says standing up, "are you staying here?" You nod. No way in hell are you going back today. Eddie takes Max outside. You sigh.

It's been and hour. You are blasting music in Eddie's room. Eddie's room is full of surprises. You open a drawer. There was a notebook full of guitar chords. There was one in the front. It looked heavily used. There was writing all over it. 'Master Of Puppets' it read. It was Metallica. You have heard the song once or twice. You grab Eddie's guitar. You plucked the strings. It was a beautiful guitar. You looked at the first few notes. You placed your fingers down. You weren't a master in the music world, but you knew enough to piece it together. You slid your hand up. "This is harder than I thought," you whispered to yourself.

It was your mission to play the song. You worked on it for hours at a time. You set the guitar down because your fingers hurt. You stretched them out. You heard the door open and you quickly put the guitar back on the hook. Eddie walked in. "Hey," he says smiling, "I came back so we could eat lunch together." You smiled and stood up to kiss him. He wraps his arms around your waist. "You're in a good mood," he chuckles under his breath. You just smile. You both sat down at the table. "I went out and bought us something." he says, handing you your food. You smile and grab a plate. "I have a surprise for you when you get back," you say. "Really?" he says excited, "can I see?" "Not yet!" you laugh, "I'm not done." You take a bite of your food. Eddie smiles, "fine!" You laugh and Eddie put one of his hands on your thigh. "Is there any work I need to catch up on?" you ask nervously. "I brought back what the teachers gave me," he says eating a bite, "it's not too much." You smile, "okay." "Now I want to give you something," Eddie pouts. "My surprise isn't that good," you chuckled. "Still," he whined, "I could take you on a date." You smile, "deal." You finish your food for Eddie, even though it made your stomach hurt. "I'm going to leave in about 30 minutes," he says. You smile, "okay." You and Eddie walk into his room. "What did you do while I was gone?" he asked. "Your surprise," you smirk, laying on his bed. "Ughhh," he whines, crawling on top of you, "why won't you just show me?" "Because, it's not ready," you smirk. "It better be ready when I get back," he leans down, hovering merely an inch above your face. "Or what?" you raise your eyebrows. "Oh, we're playing that game are we?" he leaned even closer. You thought about kissing him, but that's what he expected. You had a better idea. You reached up next to your head, "yep." You throw a pillow at him. He flips off of you, "oh you asked for it!" He says grabbing a pillow. You stand up and hit him again. He hits you back. You laugh as you run outside of his trailer. "You can't hide from me!" he shouts running after you. You turn towards him, just outside of the door of his trailer. "What are you gonna do about it, hmm?" Eddie raises his eyebrows. "You can't get me!" you shout. Eddie chases after you, "what were you saying?" he catches up to you and wraps his arms around you, "That I can't get you?" You both fight, you push Eddie away, laughing. "That's not fair!" you shout. "Have it your way," you head-butt Eddie, wrapping your arms around his waist. He shuffles back laughing, "Shit!" "Hahaha," you laugh. You both fight back and forth until he manages to wrap his arms around your waist. He puts you over his shoulder. "Gotcha," he laughs. "Let me down!" you shout, kicking your legs and hitting Eddie's back with your fists. "Naw," he says, walking back into his room, "I'm good." He spins around with you on his shoulder to make you dizzy. "Eddie!" you shout. He drops you on his bed. "I have to go," he says, about to walk out of the door. "Noooo," you whine, grabbing his hand. "I have to go to class," he laughs. You smiled... "I'll let you have sex with me." He raised his eyebrows as he spun back to you. He started blushing, "I'm sorry, what?" You smirked, "I said what I said." "I can't let you distract me. I can't fail." He kisses your forehead, "I'll keep that in mind though." You were the one blushing now.

You listen to his van drive off and you sprawled out on his bed. "Eddie Munson," you say, his name rolling off your tongue. You jump up and begin rummaging through Eddie's tapes. "Aha!" you say, holding up Master Of Puppets. You play it and try to play along with it on the guitar. You stop it. "Jeez," you gulp, "it's fast." You play it over and over again. You slightly got the hang of the first part. "This is such a long song!" you whine, "it's going to take me a month to learn all this." You took a break, and you went back go rummaging through Eddie's stuff. You found a book on top of Eddie's closet. It wouldn't be such a big deal, but the closest thing Eddie has to a book in his room is a magazine. You stand on your tiptoes to reach it. You open the book. It was a journal. A diary, to be exact. It starts in 1986. The first entry reads:

"I figure one day I will look at this. I saw Chrissy Cunningham float to the ceiling. I don't want to provide details, but I had to hide at reefer Rick's house. Dustin, and his 'gang' are currently looking after me. Steve Harrington being one of them. I don't understand why Dustin worships this dude. I'm terrified."

His spelling is terrible, and so is his handwriting. You flip forwards to March 16, 1987. One week before you got here.

"I don't like who I am. Jason blames me for what happens to Chrissy. I don't let him get to me, but I shouldn't have lived. There was no point. I'm just going to grow up to be a small drug dealer who plays guitar. I'm no one special. I wish I would have just died."

You bite your lip. "Eddie has survivor's guilt?" you ask yourself. That changed everything you thought about him. You flip to the day Eddie met you, March 23.

"Someone moved into Max's trailer. She's pretty. I saw Steve attempting to flirt with her and I laughed. Max pulled her over to me, and I couldn't help but talk to her. Her name is Ellie. I really want to get to know her. Maybe then I will have some sort of purpose. Or, maybe I'm getting too ahead of myself, she probably sees me as a freak like everyone else."

You were surprised his first impression of you wasn't something stupid. You flipped to the day you kissed.

"Ellie called me hot. I mean, sure, I guess I look okay. But hot? No... I asked her to come back to my trailer. I was so nervous, but I needed to make some sort of move. Ellie says she was thinking about someone she liked. My heart nearly dropped. Why was I so obsessed over someone I have only know for a few days? She began describing me, and I asked her what we were doing. And, oh my god, she said I guess we'll find out. And then...I kissed her. She didn't hesitate to kiss back. I have either created something beautiful, or screwed up our relationship."

You were blushing so hard. This man was making you kick your feet and everything. You flip to the most recent entry. It was the day you tried to kill yourself, almost 10 days ago.

"Ellie is the best and worst thing that's ever happened to me. She's the only person that has cared about me, but she doesn't want to be alive. She hurts herself, and cuts back on her eating. She tries to hide it, but I can tell. I always know when something is wrong. I feel useless. Nothing I say is correct, it doesn't help. She tried to overdose on MY drugs. It's all my fault. Ellie Quinn, please listen."

Those words hurt. Like a stab in the heart. You knew how he felt, but seeing how he described it only made it sound worse.

You close the diary and put it back where you found it. "I shouldn't have read it," you say as guilt floods over you. You pick up the guitar again. Eddie will be home in an hour and a half. You plan on having the first part down at least.

Your hand slid smoothly as you strummed the note. You sped up the tempo gradually until you had it. Your stomach hurt really bad. You set the guitar on the hook and rushed to the bathroom. You began throwing up, as your hands rested on the toilet seat. You heard loud footsteps. Eddie came in and instantly held your hair up. He rubbed your back in an attempt to comfort you. "It's okay princess, I'm here." When you finish, you flush the toilet and lean back on Eddie, tears streaming down your face because you hate throwing up. "Are you okay," he asks after a moment, "do you need anything?" He sounded worried. "I think I'm okay," you say, staring to stand up, "I don't feel sick or anything..." You think for a moment. What could have possibly made you throw up? "Maybe your body is rejecting the food," he suggests, trying to be helpful. That was a very logical explanation. "Maybe," you sigh, leaving the bathroom. You walk into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. You rinse out the terrible taste of acidic food. "My teacher let us out early if we didn't

snitch," Eddie laughs to himself. "Thank god," you laughed. Eddie wraps his arms around your waist. "How are you?" he whispers in your ear. "I'm doing pretty good," you smile, turning to face him. He kisses you lightly, "I'm ready for my surprise." You completely forgot. "Okay," you release from his grip and walk into his room.

You pick up his guitar and sit on his bed. Eddie looks unsure of what's going to happen. You take a deep breath. You don't play it the original tempo because it would sound like a train wreck. Eddie's eyebrows rise as you play the riff. He looked shocked, but you could only see him in your peripheral vision. You focused on your hands as you played the beginning. You played until you didn't remember the rest. Eddie clapped, "you did so good!" His smile spread from ear to ear, "you learned that just today?" "Yeah," you smile. You set the guitar down. Eddie jumped on top of you. "Ahh, Eddie," you shout. He was hovering over you. Your thoughts were...a little distracted by him. Your breathing slows as you fiddle with the bed sheet. Eddie puts his knee between your legs. "Fuck," you nearly said, but managed not to. Eddie raises his eyebrows. He leans down to kiss your neck. "Eddie," you say softly so you don't say anything you would regret. He stops for a moment to look at you. "Do I make you horny, sweetheart," Eddie says with no filter. He didn't care. You just wanted to grab him, but as soon at you moved he pinned your arms down. "That's not an answer," he smirked. You rolled you eyes, "yes, Eddie." "I'm sorry," he says pushing his leg higher between your legs, "I can't hear you." You bite your lip as he says it, "yes!" You tried not to shout, but that didn't get very far. He interlocked his fingers with yours before continuing kissing your neck. You desperately longed for more. You squeezed his hand, which caught him off guard. "Yes, darling?" he asks, looking down at you. "Kiss me," you beg. "Where?" he asks. Oh? "I don't care, just do it." you say.

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"So..." you say, looking to Eddie, who is beside you, "where's our date?" Eddie laughs, "I don't know, where is it?" You rolled your eyes as you thought, "let's go bowling." You said it in a dramatic tone that made Eddie laugh. "Sounds nice, but prepare to lose," Eddie smiles, looking at you. You sat up, "sure." Eddie had his hands behind his head as he stared at his ceiling. He looks at the clock, "how about we leave in ten minutes?" You nod and lay on his chest. "I'm still so tired," you yawn. "Stress does that." he smiles as he combs his fingers through your hair. "I am stressed out," you sigh, "there's a lot going on." "Yep," he says, "but, we leave tomorrow morning." You smile. "When is our flight anyways?" Eddie asks. "It leaves at 7, but we will probably have to check in around 5." "Ugh," Eddie whines, "we have to wake up early?" You just laugh.

Eddie opens your door for you. You weren't very dressed up, and neither was Eddie. When is he ever dressed up? Eddie, once again, is driving like a maniac. You grab onto anything you can, which ended up with you grabbing Eddie's thigh. Accident? Definitely not. Eddie looked at you, but you refused to make eye contact. "Look at the road, Eddie," you say, trying your best not to laugh. "Not when you touch me like that," you could tell he was smirking. "It's not my fault that you are a crazy driver," you say. Eddie acts as if he doesn't do it to you all the time. "Don't make me pull over this car," Eddie says firmly gripping the wheel. You groan and grab the back of your headrest. Eddie chuckles to himself and looks back on the road. When Eddie parks, he runs around to your door and opens it. "You're such a goof, Eddie," you smile. Eddie rolls his eyes as you walk into the building. You open the door. "Hey," he pouts, "that's my job." "Fine," you let go of the door so he could. He smiles and opens it. You walk inside. You were getting irritated. All of the sudden, Eddie pounces on your back. "Eddie!" you shout while collapsing in the floor. Eddie starts laughing.

It was loud inside. Lots of bowling balls slamming on the floor. There weren't too many people there. Eddie walks over to the counters. He begins talking to guy at the counter. You begin dozing off. You felt a little dizzy, but not as much as you did earlier. Eddie looked at you, checking in just in case. You smiled. You were sat on a bench on a wall that was maybe 30 feet from him. You look at the people bowling. There were little kids throwing the balls as their parents tried their hardest not to laugh. The kid jumped up and down as he knocked over four of them. You miss having that much excitement over such little things.

Eddie trots over to you with two pairs of bowling shoes. "We are in lane 6," he says handing you your shoes. You and Eddie sat on the bench at lane 6. You slide off your shoes and slip on the other ones. You grab a blue ball that wasn't too heavy. "You first," Eddie says gesturing to the lane. It has been a while since you bowled, so you only got 3 your first try. You crossed your arms in dissatisfaction. "I'm going to win!" Eddie boasted. You turn to him and roll your eyes. You grab the ball to roll again. You almost got all of them, left with two. Eddie picked up his ball as he grinned. And straight to the gutter it went. "What were you saying?" you ask, grinning the same grin. "Oh, shut up!" he whined as he picked up the ball.

You and Eddie were head to head. And close to the final frame. "We need to place a bet," you say. Eddie's eyes widen, "go on." You sit down in front of him. "If I win..." you begin to say, "you have to clean your room." Eddie's jaw dropped, "nooo!" You laughed. "If I win, I get to chose everything we do in California." You pick up your ball, "deal." Strike. Eddie was now 6 points behind you. "Fuck," he groans. You do a little victory dance in front of him. "You're a little shit, Ellie," he jokes. You laugh. He picks up the ball and rolls it. He had a wicked curveball, but a little too wicked, throwing his ball off coarse. "Fuck!" he yells. You jump off the bench and do a victory dance again. Eddie flips you off. You press your body close to him. "I will let you choose still if you clean it tonight." You whisper to him. Eddies eyes widened. "Deal," he grins. You both change back into your regular shoes.

"Do you want to grab a snack?" he asks, knowing your answer already. You think for a moment before answering, "maybe something small." His face lit up. You both walk up to the food area in the bowling alley. "Hmm, how about a hotdog? We could share." he suggests. "I guess," you say, not really liking anything on the menu. Eddie orders it as you sit at a table. You breath deeply.

"I can eat." you repeated softly so no one could hear it. Eddie comes over with a hotdog. "Careful, I burned my hand trying to touch it." he says trying not to laugh. You giggle to your self. His brows furrow, creating a crease in between his eyebrows. "Are you laughing at me burning myself?" he crosses his arms. "Maybe it's because you are dumb," you smile at him. "Dumb!? I'll show you dumb!" he slides into the seat next to you and tickled you. "Okay!" you say, "Okay! I'm sorry!" Eddie's dimples were showing just above the corners of his mouth. Eddie is no freak.

There's no way. He is beautiful. Especially on the inside. His chocolate button eyes and his dimples. His funky expressions. His flirty requests. His laugh. The sound of his voice. The way his eyes light up when you walk in the room. His inner child. His hugs. When he cries. The way his hair falls perfectly around his face, frizzy or not. When he gets flustered. His kiss. His scent. His spontaneity. His touch. The way he looks at you. How could he ever be a freak? He is the raw definition of beauty.

"Ellie?" his voice broke through your thoughts. You look up. "Yes?" "You're just deep in thought..." he scratches his neck. "Oh..." you say, trying to think of a way to put it. He touches the hotdog lightly. "Eat as much as you like, I'm not forcing you." he says, pushing it towards you. You smile and pick it up. Eddie is holding his head up with one of his hands with his elbow resting on the table. You take a bite. Eddie's eyes never leave you. You smile to yourself as you chew. You take another, smaller bite. "What?" you say before finishing chewing, which almost makes a piece of food fly out of your mouth. You cover it with your hand. "Nothing..." he smiles as his eyes drift closer to being closed. "Well there's obviously something, there can't be nothing," you smile wider, if that's possible. "It's hard to concentrate," he says, not daring to break eye contact. "Why?" you ask. "I can't concentrate when my mind is filled with all these dirty thoughts about you...all these lovely dirty thoughts." Your eyes widen, and you're unsure of how to respond. This man took your words. Eddie smiles. "Are you done?" You nod and push it towards him. "What kinds of thoughts?" you ask. "I think you know," he winked. He fucking winked. "What if...I don't?" you knew, but you wanted him to say it. "I'll show you, one day." He took a bite. Oh my lord. This man could give you butterflies just with looking at you. You close your eyes for a moment. Wow.

Eddie finishes the hotdog, and it's staring to get dark outside. "You ready to go home?" he asks. You nod. Eddie opens your door for you. Eddie turned the music up. Eddie's eyes glistened when 'Rainbow In The Dark' by Dio came on. "You're such a dork, Eddie," you giggle to yourself. He rolls his eyes, "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know." Eddie begins singing obnoxiously loud. Super off-key. You plug your ears playfully. He attempts to sing it worse, which is hard at this rate. You push Eddie off, and he stops as he smiles. "Wow," he whispers to himself, "so we leave tomorrow?" "Yeah?" "It seems like yesterday you told me that we were going!" You looked down and smiled. Eddie was unsure of what was making you act like this. "What's wrong?" You look back up at him. "I'm just..." you couldn't find the perfect word to describe it, "happy." Eddie smiled very brightly. "Really?" He was so excited that you said that. "Yeah," Eddie grabbed your hand, "why?" You look down again, still smiling, "I don't know." He doesn't say anything. "Well, it's you, really." His eyes widen, "really?" You smile, "yeah, you are awesome. You are so beautiful." He starts to blush, "are you sure you don't just want to bribe me into getting you something?" He smiles to cover his blush, "I'm sure." He closes his eyes for a moment. You study his face. It's hard to look away.

When you got back home, Max was waiting outside. "Hey," you say opening the door. "I was waiting for you two to come back from your date. I finished packing your stuff." Eddie laughs, "you got her to do it for you?!" "She volunteered!" you shout. "Do you want to come watch a movie before you leave?" she asked. Eddie ran over to her. "We would," you say and Eddie shoots you a glare, "but Eddie has a trailer to clean." Eddie groans, "do I have to?" "You lost the bet," you shrugged. Eddie hangs his head low. Max hands you your suitcase and winks at Eddie. You look at him confused, but he walks away. You follow him into his trailer, setting your suitcase next to his. He pulls you into his room. He sits on his bed and pulls you on his lap. You wrap your legs around his waist. Eddie puts his hands under your shirt. "Can you feel butterflies?" you ask him. "No," he laughed to himself, "but I can feel you throbbing." Your eyes widen. You looked up at the handcuffs on his wall. We must stay focused. Eddie leans in to kiss you to distract you. It was warm and wet, which was surprisingly comfortable. You pull away, because you weren't sure how to end the kiss. However, Eddie couldn't get enough, and kept pulling you back. You laughed and leaned forward on him. He groaned and pulled you closer, even though you were all over him. You wanted to be closer and closer to him. You pulled back and put a few inches between the two of you. "I could have every inch of your body pressed on me and I would still ask to be closer," you pant. Eddie grabs the back of your neck and pulls you back in.

An hour passed by. "Eddie," you pull away, "you have to clean up. We need to sleep so that we aren't tired when we wake up!" Eddie groaned and got from on top of you. Eddie takes off your shirt and shorts, and he slides on his Metallica shirt on you. You smile as he does it. "You're so cute," he kisses your forehead. You stand up and start grabbing some laundry that was laying around. Eddie pushes you on the bed. "No." "What do you mean no?" you stand up again. He pushes you back down, "I mean no." You give in and pick up his guitar as he cleans. You strum some random notes, going at it aimlessly. Your eyelids grew heavy. You could slightly see Eddie's floor. Eddie looked at you and took his guitar. "Go to sleep," he smiles, "you can hardly keep your eyes open." You frowned, but crawled under the covers. You fought with your eyelids as you focused on watching Eddie. You lost the battle.

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This is by far the longest chapter yet! I'M SO EXCITED FOR THE CONCERT! We are going to have some... smut soon. 1). It's needed. 2). I may or may not be getting threats :).