"Ah, shit—"

Both of you groan at the alarm clock blaring on his nightstand like it's a banshee from Hell. Rustling under the bedsheets as he tosses his pillow in your direction, Eddie's hand clambers clumsily atop the device until he manages to shut the damn thing off finally. It's 4 AM. No wonder you're leveling him with a look that could definitely kill someone.

Sitting up on his elbows, Eddie sleepily wipes his face with a pale hand before looking down at you with tired fondness in his eyes— only to dodge said pillow from earlier that's currently being flung at his head.

"Hey, hey!" he laughs maniacally, flopping atop you with no warning and immediately squeezing lanky limbs around you. You both thrash atop the mattress for a moment, but after another bout of shared laughter, he gets you to still somewhat. "Hey— stop it, I gotta wake up Wayne, dumbass. Go back to sleep... or don't. I don't care."

Flicking your forehead with a triumphant grin, Eddie slides out from beneath the covers to gather the first shirt he sees from the ground and pull it on. Huh, he doesn't remember owning a shirt this tight—

It's your shirt. In his defense, it's black like most of the shirts in his closet— and his floor— but still. He's a bit surprised he'd managed to get it on, but Eddie finds he doesn't care enough to yank it off despite its hem being three inches too short to cover his waist.

Instead, he levels you with a sly grin while you return it with an unamused glare. "I'll be right back, I swear. Wayne's working early at the plant 'n' I gotta wake him up. Just keep the bed warm, alright?"

Laughing off your eye roll as you lie back down, Eddie sighs in relief when you don't move to get dressed and leave (not that you could, he is wearing your shirt). It's your first time spending the night at the trailer since the two of you started going steady, and he doesn't want to give you any more reasons to rethink the relationship.

He's a metalhead, a two-time super-senior, and an outright loser. Maybe he's finally caught a break.