cont. from here
hyde is z o n e d o u t — so high that he swears he can FEEL every single note and beat that sounds from the speakers on either side of his bed. so high that he can practically FEEL the cadence of the rain that’d been hailing down upon point place for hours. his long legs are spread out on the clunky mattress, body leaning against the backboard, arms behind his head, eyes closed. ( god fucking BLESS led zeppelin. )
his trance wasn’t yet broken when the bed began to squeak and shake with movement ; it’s just JACKIE, after all. it’s instead when he feels a set of soft, little fingers grab a hold of his chin that his eyes rouse from their rest and look to the smiling girl before him. he was almost ANNOYED by how cute she was.
‘ PUDDIN POP. ’ ( i think i’m kinda getting used to these dumb names. ) as jackie plants a sticky, GLOSSY kiss on his nose, hyde’s own lips fix into a faint grin. ‘ I LOVE YOU. ’ now that was something he’d have to get used to hearing . . . and s a y i n g.
❝ — you too. ❞ he gazes downward at her, eyes lingering for what usually would’ve been too long for his comfort, but in that moment, he didn’t give a shit. it was storming, ‘ the rain song ’ was ironically playing, and he had the most BEAUTIFUL girl in his bed.
