Lip had conveniently decided to 'drop out' of highschool. How fun. This meant you were alone for like, an entire week. It sounded super dorky and stupid that you kinda depended on Lip to get through your days at school, that he was uh.. one of your only friends. And, other things, but still. And he knew that full well! So when he hears his door bust open, he groans because he knows it's you.

"I know you're pissed about me bein' at home, but—Fuck, don't—do that, what the fuck?" Lip groans at the feel of water drenching him, realising you'd thrown a bucket at him because he wouldn't get up. He sits up, eyes narrowing at you with a huff. He runs a hand through his hair, feeling his clothes stick to him from the water.

He doesn't know why you're so damn upset—you could literally do the same and drop out if you wanted to see him so bad. "You're such an ass sometimes, y'know that?"

Tugging off his wet shirt, he slings it onto the floor, looking you up and down for a moment with his brows cocking upwards. He tilts his head to look you over before he glances away.

You're so hellbent on him being there and he still can't tell why. But then it dawns on him, and he lets out a breathless, incredulous laugh.

"God, you like me. Like, actually," now that is insane to him. He didn't think you liked him all that much, and only tolerated him because he was good in bed. But you actually like him, and missed him.