Bedhead
summary: Waking up late was not how you planned for your morning to go, but hey, at least your boyfriend is there to lend a helping hand
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You and Eddie were late.
Not even just late.
You two were late late.
“Eddie,” you panted after sprinting up to your bedroom from the kitchen.
“Butter or jam on your toast?”
To help get out the door quicker, you two had decided to take a divide and conquer approach.
You would take care of breakfast while he got ready then you’d get ready while he packed your lunches.
“Jam… strawberry.” He answered while struggling to pull his jeans up.
You nodded then ran back downstairs to finish up breakfast so you two could eat. There were maybe ten minutes before the first bell rang and you two were nowhere near ready.
You fumbled spreading the jam on Eddie’s toast while the toaster with your piece inside rang obnoxiously in the background.
When you had his piece sufficiently coated in a way you knew he’d like, you turned around to deal with yours. However, the universe didn’t seem to be on your side because that slice of toast was burnt.
You debated trying to salvage it but after taking a small test bite, you quickly realized no amount of butter could fix that.
In the trash, it went.
“Is that mine?” Eddie asked, sliding into the kitchen.
You nodded and handed the jam-covered toast over to him before running upstairs to start getting ready.
While you sifted through your closet trying to find something to wear, Eddie did the same in your fridge.
How was he supposed to pack a lunch for you guys when the supplies in your fridge made no sense together?
Eddie eventually surrendered and just started grabbing a handful of things he thought you might like.
By the time he was done putting your lunch together, you had a nutritious meal that consisted of a random yogurt, two leaves of lettuce, a hard-boiled (?) egg, and a raw hotdog with no bun.
Eddie put his hands on his hips and smiled down at the work in front of him.
He knew that you two would just end up buying lunch at school anyway, but for now, he was going to pretend like he did a good job.
Truthfully, his packed lunch ended up in worse shape than yours anyways.
In his box, he had the butt from your two pieces of lettuce, a ketchup sandwich with two pieces of different bread, and an orange he found in the back of the fridge.
He was putting the lunch boxes with the backpacks when he heard your feet pattering down the steps.
“Are you ready to go?” You asked, still fighting a piece of hair to go where you wanted.
“Yeah, let’s rock and roll,” he answered.
You two hauled ass out to his van and you nervously checked your watch.
Five minutes until the first bell rang and you lived ten minutes away.
Typically you wouldn’t care about being a little late to school, but if Eddie got one more tardie slip then he’d get a week of detention and you two were planning on having another movie date tomorrow night.
Eddie went twenty over the speed limit on nearly every single road on the way to school.
During this fast-paced trip to school, though, you had plenty of time to reflect on the choices that led you here.
After finding out that your parents would be spending the night at your grandparent's, you quickly rang up your boyfriend and invited him to spend the night.
When Eddie arrived he had several movies in his arms with an array of junk food to match.
“Movie night.” He had suggested, excitedly.
You two had only made it halfway through the first movie until you turned your attention to a new activity…
…one that would leave you completely out cold on your bed, without a single alarm set. It was only by a miracle alone that you managed to wake up before school even started.
That is what had begun the insane race of your daily morning routine.
“Made it!” Eddie exclaimed as he threw the van into a random spot at the end of a row.
You two quickly hopped out and began a speedy walk to the school’s entrance.
You looked down and your wristwatch to see that you still had a minute left before the bell would go off.
The moment you and Eddie stepped onto the linoleum tiles of your school’s hallway, you both breathed an audible sigh of relief.
You turned to Eddie and smiled softly when you finally got a good look at the state of his hair.
“Jeez you didn’t bother to take care of your bedhead,” you joked.
Eddie subconsciously touched his hair before smirking down at you.
“You’re the one who styled it, I don’t know why you’re complaining.”
You scoffed and playfully hit his shoulder before eventually laughing.
You wanted to deny it but you really couldn’t.
That was your work all right.