just a tiny hellcheer thought.
it takes about a month, for chrissy to quietly break up with jason. everyone notices them drifting apart, more each day, jason attends parties alone, chrissy walks to school with her girlfriends in the morning, they eat lunch in separate tables, but no one expects them to actually break up their relationship, so it's no wonder eddie has no clue about it either. it doesn't necessarily upset chrissy— okay yes, it does. she can't pinpoint the exact moment she fell for eddie, but she is very aware of her feelings for him, everytime they hangout, to smoke, to watch a movie, to study in the library, to go out to arcades or even diners with their mutual friends so that "it's not a date" like eddie claims, every single time, because "you have a boyfriend chris, i don't want to get in the middle of that" and that's just one more thing eddie doesn't know about, how badly she would want to live the cliché highschool romance of having the bad boy stealing the girl from her false prince charming boyfriend, eddie doesn't know how many dreams chrissy's had of eddie in general scooping her up, stealing her away from jason, claiming her as his girlfriend, the one he loves. chrissy doesn't really understand if eddie flirts with her because he enjoys her, or because that's just how he is.
he's so different from her, in a different world from her and she's seen in, it hits her like a ton of bricks whenever she steps into the hideout and watches him in his element, playing with his band, in bigger crowds than just five ol' drunks. it doesn't surprise chrissy that they're getting bigger, enough to get a small following, but it does surprise chrissy in a negative way to see how many girls are starstruck over eddie. she doesn't like to see random women pressing their palms against eddie's arms, inspecting his tattoos with no actual intention of knowing why he has them, trying to touch his messy curls, feeling him up and trying to get him to go to the back, to the bathrooms and do all the things chrissy wants him to do to her only. eddie never actually leaves any bar they perform him, with anyone. only his band and her. sometimes he drives her home and continues to partying up with his boys, sometimes he drops them off and drives back home with her, because they built a routine of her taking naps at his place lately. sleep doesn't come easy for chrissy, not until she finds herself in eddie's bed, snuggling against his pillow, taking in his scent that makes her feel things she's never felt before, ever.
she falls asleep regularly at his place, and it's always bittersweet, because although she loves that he enables her to fall asleep in his bed, he never joins her. he's too respectful for her taste, taking the couch, letting her have some privacy, letting her drift to dreamland on her own. but chrissy doesn't want that, chrissy wants his arms around her, she wants to snuggle her face against his neck, her arms ache to wrap themselves around his figure, feeling him there against her, protecting her, keeping her safe and warm, the same way he makes her feel inside, whenever they are together. that's how she finds herself waking up in his bed, like a scene on a movie she's seen before, on a loop, longing for him. when she makes her way outside the bedroom, her eyes catch his sleeping figure on the couch, covered by a warm fluffly blanket, just like she knew he'd be in. she's just way too sleepy to hesitate making the move she makes, when she approaches him, she opens the blanket and slides herself in, right next to him. he stirs and shifts around, still not touching her. chrissy is oblivious to how pouty she looks, snuggling up against him, her noze nuzzling his neck and without a second thought, she presses her lips to the exposed skin there. "eddie" one kiss. "eddie..." another one. chrissy is about four kisses and four whines of his name before she gives up. he doesn't want her that way, and perhaps it's a good thing that he's sleeping so peacefully right now, because if he wasn't, she wouldn't know how to handle him rejecting her affection. she gives up with a sigh and finds herself being content to just be in his space.
or that is until she feels his arms wrap around her, tightly, pulling her against him until she's nuzzled up in his chest, when he whispers it's low, it makes her tummy act funny and she barely can make sense of his words because of it. "be mine... please..."
she is. she is. she's all his and no one else's. she's always been.
if chrissy wasn't so sleepy, she would've cried, but rather than doing that, she decides she'll tell him how in love she is with him, once they properly wake up.
