The Hero
Miss Magillicuddy
Chapter 5
Chrissy was bored. In fact, to say she was bored was the understatement of the decade. The start of detention had been okay because she still had plenty of things to work on for classes, but by the fourth hour she was feeling drained. I can't believe I still have 3 more hours of this. This is so not like The Breakfast Club. I would kill for a fucking joint right now. She absentmindedly started tapping her pencil on the desk as she stared off into space. White walls are so boring. Couldn't they have painted it something calming, like blue or yellow, even? This is literal fucking torture.
"Miss Cunningham," Mrs. O'Donnell's voice interrupted her thoughts and her eyes flashed over to look at the teacher, "Please stop that incessant tapping and find some work to do."
"I'm finished with all my homework, and since I someone said no when I asked about going to the library, I'm not able to work on my history report," Chrissy sassed, freezing afterwards as she realized she was talking to a teacher.
"Watch your tone, Miss Cunningham," Mrs. O'Donnell stated sternly, "Unless you wanted to serve another detention with me after school on Monday."
"I'm sorry," Chrissy told her as she looked at the table top. "I shouldn't have said that."
"You're right, make sure it doesn't happen again," the teacher replied, sending her a glare. "Find. Something. To. Do."
"I've really finished all my homework," Chrissy told her, making sure to keep her voice respectful. "I've even triple checked all of it. I literally don't have anything I can work on."
"Come here," she she sighed, giving Chrissy an annoyed look, "you can help me grade these tests."
She started searching through a stack of papers before pulling out one of the tests and handing her the rest. Chrissy peeked and saw Eddie's name signed at the top of the one she pulled and gave her a confused look.
"I'm not letting you grade your boyfriend's test," Mrs. O'Donnell stated plainly, "I don't know that I trust you not to mark him with favoritism. Now, here's the answer key. Take it back to your desk."
"I wouldn't cheat," Chrissy told her as she walked back to the desk carrying the papers. "Eddie has been doing fine on his own merit."
"He certainly has improved this year," she agreed, "I'm assuming we have you to thank for that."
Chrissy got into the rhythm of grading the papers and found that it actually was kind of fun. She had been pleased to see that Jason had failed his exam and smirked as she finished marking it. Take that, you evil piece of shit. Eddie's doing better in math right now than you are, I bet. Claire Owens had only barely passed the test herself and Chrissy felt satisfaction running through her veins. After she graded the last test she took a glance up at the clock, frowning as she realized she still had another hour and a half to sit through. She walked the stack of tests back up to the front of the classroom and cleared her throat to get Mrs. O'Donnell's attention. She smiled internally as she saw Eddie's test sitting graded on the desk. He had gotten an A-. She could barely contain her pride.
"I've finished grading these," She told her, "did you have anything else I can look at?"
Mrs. O'Donnell sighed and gave her a look before digging through her briefcase again and pulling out another set of what looked like tests. These ones were from her AP Freshman class. She smiled as she saw Dustin's name written on the top paper and took the answer key from her teacher and headed back to her seat. She realized as she was grading that all of her freshman friends from Hellfire were in the AP class and was proud that they had all gotten A's. By the time she finished grading all of the AP tests, she only had ten minutes left of detention. She handed the graded papers back to Mrs. O'Donnell with a grin. She couldn't wait to get out of there since Eddie was picking her up and coming home with her so they could work some on their History report.
The week long grounding had been miserable since she hadn't been able to hang out with Eddie as much as she had wanted to. Beth had been keeping a close eye on them, and if they started lulling on their homework would get them focused back on it. True to their word, as soon as she and Eddie were done with their assignments for the day, he had had to go home. She was sexually frustrated, as well. She took care of it herself, but it just wasn't the same. Normally on the days where she studied at his place, they would sneak off for some alone time since Wayne wasn't ever there at the same time as them. She was jonesing for him. She hadn't had him since the previous Friday in his trailer. She was addicted to everything about him. God, I want to fuck his brains out.
Mrs. O'Donnell finally released her, and the other two students, and Chrissy practically ran out of the building. She spotted Eddie's van right away and jogged up to the door and hurriedly threw it open. She felt herself getting confused when she saw that Eddie was dressed in khaki pants and a button down shirt. It was very different from his normal aesthetic, and she gave him a look with a raised eyebrow.
"What's up with the outfit, babe," She asked, eyeing him up and down. "I don't think I've ever seen you wear something like that. I didn't even know you owned a button down shirt."
"I borrowed the clothes from Uncle Wayne," He told her with a grin, "I got called this morning for an interview at Family Video. Uncle Wayne said I couldn't go in there in what I normally wore, so he leant me this outfit."
"How'd it go," she asked him excitedly, gripping tightly onto his hand.
"You're looking at the newest clerk for the video store," He told her with a pleased grin. "I start on Tuesday."
"Congratulations, baby," she told him, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips. "I'm so proud of you, for more than one reason today."
"What else are you proud of," He asked her as he turned the key in the ignition, turning down the music so he could hear her talk.
"I happen to know on good authority that you got an A- on Mrs. O'Donnell's test this week," she told him with a grin, "I helped her grade papers. She wouldn't let me grade yours, but I saw it sitting on her desk."
"Yes," he cheered happily, "I knew I felt good about my answers on Thursday."
"and guess who failed the test," She said excitedly, "Jason fucking Carver. Marking most of his questions wrong was the most satisfying part of my day, so far."
"hah, take that Carver," he practically cackled, "I did better than him on something. He'd probably have a heart attack if he knew… maybe we should tell him."
"You do a lot of things better than he does," she told him, sliding her hand up his thigh and squeezing his leg. "trust me on that."
He groaned, hands tightening on the steering wheel and sending her a look that she read as 'not while I'm driving, Princess.' She could practically hear him saying it in her head and it caused her to release a light giggle.
"So, I realized something today," she started, "you know, while I was bored out of my skull it gave me a lot of time to think."
"About what," he asked nervously, stopping at a stop sign and looking at her.
"I want to have sex with you," she told him, and his eyes widened, "like, soon. Next time we're alone at your trailer, I'm thinking."
He was staring at her in a mixture of shock and arousal, eyes so blown wide with lust she could barely make out their chocolate color among the pupil. The car behind them started honking, and Eddie remembered that he was supposed to be driving to her house. He forced his eyes back on the road and started driving, meanwhile his thoughts just kept repeating the words 'I want to have sex with you,' over and over and over. Like soon. God help me. Mrs. O'Donnell in a thong, Mrs. O'Donnell in a thong.
"What do you think of that," she asked him, rubbing up and down his thigh. "are you ready for sex with me? I want both of us to be ready."
"I'm definitely ready," he said, throat suddenly dry. "shit, if I had a condom with me, I'd pull over the van right now and do it."
"Well," she giggled, "I think I want our first time together to be in a bed, not in the back of your van… but that's a thought to keep for later. You could still pull over somewhere, though."
She saw his eyes start darting around as he looked for somewhere they could park, finally deciding on an empty parking lot at an empty park. He looked for the parking spot with the most tree coverage and threw the car in park and turned off the ignition, making sure to lock the doors before the two of them climbed over the front seat to make their way to the back seat since there was more cover there. Once they were safely in the back seat of the car, he knelt on the ground in front of her and started undoing the zipper of her jeans. She lifted her hips so he could pull them down, along with her underwear and sent a loving look down to him.
There was no preamble this time, since they wanted to make it quick. He dove right in, licking at her clit and instantly shoving two fingers up into her soaked pussy. His hand and mouth were moving furiously and she had a tight grip in his hair as she moaned loudly. His other hand came up to pinch at her nipple through her shirt and she threw her head back and groaned, starting to undulate her hips in time with his fingering and sucking and licking.
"Yeah, fuck yourself on my fingers," he groaned against her. She started shifting her hips even faster, chasing after her orgasm and before she knew it she was spasming with her legs locked around his head while he continued to finger her and lick at her clit. When she became too sensitive she pulled his head back and leaned down to kiss him deeply. She was still breathing heavily as she came down from her high.
They kissed for another couple of minutes before she got him to switch her spots. She immediately opened the fly of his pants and pulled him out of his boxers. She licked up his shaft a few times as his eyes grew darker in lust. Chrissy flipped her hair back over her shoulder and started sucking furiously at his cock, her head bobbing up and down fast. With every bob of her head, she made it further down his shaft, until she was deep throating him. She hummed around him, which caused a strained gasp to sound from his mouth, so she did it again and again.
"Fuck, Princess. I'm so fucking close," he muttered brokenly as he stared down at her from above. She pulled her head up to focus some attention on the tip and started jacking him into her mouth while swirling her tongue around his head. She felt him swell and then the bitter taste of cum was filling her mouth. She looked up at him as she swallowed all of it. She pulled off and licked around his head a couple more times to make sure she got every last drop. Once he had completely softened again, she gave his prick one final kiss before tucking it back in his pants and doing up his zipper. She climbed into his lap and spent several minutes kissing him. It turned her on that she could still taste herself on his lips, and she knew he could taste himself on hers.
"As much as I am enjoying this," he told her, panting between kisses. "we really should get back on the road. Your parents are probably going to start to wonder what is taking so long."
"Yeah, you're right," she said, pulling him in for one final kiss before the two of them climbed back over the front seats and buckled in.
Eddie was right. When they got in, Beth asked what took so long to get home. On the fly, Eddie said that there had been an accident, and that they had gotten held up in traffic. Chrissy jumped on the wagon saying that it didn't look like it had been too bad, but the officers had traffic backed up for about a mile.
"It looked like they were getting ready to clear out, though," Eddie said, as he took a seat at the kitchen table and pulled out the encyclopedia he had checked out at the library that morning before his interview. Robin was sitting at the kitchen table with her own assignments spread out around her and a small smirk on her face. She knows we're lying. Oh well, she won't tattle on us.
"Well, I don't know if you head," Robin started, sending a wink at Chrissy, who lightly kicked her under the table, ", but you missed a phone call this morning from Family Video. They want you to come in for an interview. The manager should still be there if you wanted to call back to set something up. I left the number for you next to the phone."
"Thanks, Robin," she told her sending a smirk to the girl to let her know she got her innuendos, "I'll call them right now."
Chrissy got up and walked over to the phone. Sure enough the name 'Bill from Family Video' was written on the pad next to the phone. Chrissy hurriedly dialed and was able to set up her interview for the following morning. After hanging up with Bill, she made her way back over to the table and saw that Eddie had opened the encyclopedia to the section on Abraham Lincoln.
The two of them started discussing what information they wanted to have in their report. It had been decided to start off with his early life of living in a cabin in Kentucky before moving to Illinois to start his law career, then from there they were going to talk about his presidency and his assassination. They had decided for their visual aid that they would make a posterboard with a drawing Eddie had done of the president as well as facts about him on it. They hoped that would be enough for a good grade.
After they finished working on their homework for the night, Beth came back in and told them that the five of them were going to dinner, since she didn't feel like cooking that night, and then after dinner they could come home for board game night.
"Eddie, you're welcome to stay for that since Chrissy isn't grounded anymore," she told him with a grin as she ruffled his hair. He mock scowled at her as he fixed his hair, "I know I forgot to mention it earlier, but you clean up well."
"I didn't bring any cash with me," Eddie said, shifting awkwardly.
"Don't be silly," she told him and ruffled his hair again. "We're buying. It would be rude for us to invite you over for boardgame night and leave for dinner without inviting you."
"Thanks Mrs. Buckley," he said with a slight blush and a large grin. He was really glad he got along so well with Chrissy's new family. He couldn't even have imagined the reception he would have gotten from her biological family.
"How many times do I have to ask you to call me Beth," she joked, as she nudged his shoulder.
"At least one more time, Mrs. Buckley," He joked back. This was becoming their routine and Chrissy found it absolutely adorable. The teens all stood up at her beckoning and followed her and John out to the family minivan and piled inside. Eddie and Chrissy let Robin take the middle bench while they opted to snuggle together in the very back of the van, as the family headed to Bennigan's.
The family had ordered some appetizers while they waited for their food to come to the table. Chrissy hadn't been to a Bennigan's before and hadn't really known what to order, but was told by Robin that everything there was delicious. She had decided to just get a burger and fries, and Eddie ordered the same. Robin had ordered shepherds pie, and the two adults had each ordered a Rueben with fries. Her burger was delicious. After they had each finished their meals and paid, the group of them started making their way out of the restaurant, with Eddie and her snuggling together in the back of the group.
"Chrissy Cunningham," a voice said from behind them. "I know I didn't just see you stuff your face with a disgusting cheeseburger. Do you know how many calories are in that. You should have ordered the salad and had the leftovers for lunch tomorrow. You look like you've gained weight. Clearly you need someone to take you in hand."
Chrissy froze in horror and slowly turned around, tears already filling her eyes. Standing behind her was her family. Her mother and father looking at her with disdain, and her brother just staring off into space, seemingly disinterested in what was happening around him. Chrissy couldn't do anything. She just stood there in shock as the Buckley's turned around to glare at the Cunningham's, Beth immediately stepping forward and wrapping Chrissy in a protective hug. Eddie put himself in between Chrissy and her former family, with an angry glare marring his face.
"What the fuck did you just say to her," He asked, practically snarling at the petite blond woman in front of him. "Chrissy is beautiful the way she is. She doesn't need to look anorexic to be beautiful."
"You're that piece of shit boy that has been corrupting my daughter," Laura sneered at him, "getting her to lie to the police about me. I'm sure it was you that bruised her up that day. I only ever had her best interests at heart."
"I would never lay a finger on Chrissy," Eddie promised vehemently, "she is the most precious person to me in the world. How can you say you had her best interest at heart when she was starving under your care? You're absolutely deluded if you think you were raising her well. You were slowly fucking killing her."
"Enough, Eddie," John said, stepping forward and resting his hand upon the angry teen's shoulder and pushing him back behind him, where he immediately attached himself to Chrissy's other side, opposite from Beth. "You people need to leave my family alone."
"Chrissy isn't your family," Phillip snapped at the man, "She is our daughter and she belongs at home with us."
"She isn't your daughter, anymore," John told him with a grim look, "She stopped being your daughter when you allowed your wife to abuse her. She is my family now."
"What's she going to do when she turns 18," Laura asked with a sneer, "She can't be homeless. I'd bet money that she'll come crawling back to us."
"She is my family," John reiterated, "she will stay with us for as long as she wants or needs to. If she's 40 and still living with us, that's okay. She is my daughter, now. In everything but blood."
"How about you let her speak for herself," Laura asked with an ugly smile on her face. "She knows who her real family is. We raised her for 17 years without complaint. Then she meets this boy and everything changes."
"The Buckley's are more of a family to me than you ever were, Laura," Chrissy finally snarls as she has heard enough. "and that boy you're sneering at is the love of my life. Someday, when Eddie and I get married, Pop is going to walk me down the aisle, Ma is going to sit in the front row crying and my sister, Robin, will be my maid of honor. You won't even get an invitation. When Eddie and I have kids, the Buckley's will be their grandparents and auntie and they won't even know who you are. You can literally rot in hell, for all I care. A portal to another dimension could open up and suck you in and I would happily continue with my life as if nothing happened… because you are nothing to me."
"What the hell happened to you," Laura asked, looking as if she had been slapped across the face. "You never used to be like this before!"
"I never knew what unconditional love was before, either," Chrissy told her through her tears, "but here I am with a family that actually gives a shit about me and a boyfriend that would fight off anything or anyone to protect me. All you ever gave me was an eating disorder, pain and a twisted view of what love meant."
"You people are letting her get fat," Laura shouted loudly, causing several patrons of the restaurant to crane their heads to see what was going on.
"Stop calling my daughter fat, you horrible bitch," Beth snarled, holding the crying girl to her closer, "I'll have you know when we got custody of her we took her to the doctor for her DCFS physical and she was severely underweight. She just recently got into the healthy range, and I'm not going to have some ugly bigot like you convincing her that she needs to lose weight. She is doing well with us. Just let her go. Move on with your life and spoil your son like you had already been doing. You can forget Chrissy even exists, because you don't exist for her."
"You're fat and stupid. If she keeps living with you, she'll become fat and stupid, too," Laura said childishly.
"Oooh, that was such a good insult," Beth said sarcastically, "I may be on the pudgier side of a healthy weight, but I am still within range of what I'm supposed to be, not that anyone's physical appearance matters in the slightest. It's what is inside that counts, and you are clearly an evil, evil person."
"Excuse me," Jim Hopper's voice sounded beside them, "I was eating with my family and happened to notice the altercation. What's going on here?"
Chrissy's eyes went past him and focused on a table where she saw Will, Jonathan, a pretty girl with chocolate hair, and a middle aged woman with dark hair and bangs looking at them. She focused her attention back on Hopper as he stepped between John and her former family. The Cunningham's didn't answer and just glared at him.
"I said," He stated sternly, "what is going on over here?"
"These people are ruining my daughter," Laura said, "she belongs with us."
"Yeah, well, the state of Indiana disagrees with that," Hopper told her smartly, "You're rights were taken away for a reason. You need to leave this family alone and be on your way."
"It was all lies that my daughter told," Laura stated and started with crocodile tears, "I never hit her and I never starved her."
"Yeah," Hopper said sarcastically, "I'm sure she just hit herself in the face. Based on what I just witnessed here, I find it very hard to believe you didn't starve her. Telling her that she should have ordered the salad. You're a complete idiot if you think I'm going to buy anything you're selling."
Laura sputtered angrily as she glared at the chief of police. She knew there wasn't really anything more they could do at that point in time and motioned her family to leave. The Buckley's stood off to the side and let them pass. John reached forward to shake Hopper's hand, thanking him for his help in diffusing the situation.
"I'm a cop," Hopper snorted, "we have to be pretty good at diffusing situations. Listen, if they try that again, or do anything else to make your lives difficult, just give me a call and I'll come and sort them out.
Hopper pulled out a business card with his personal line on it and handed it to John. He stopped by Chrissy who was still silently sobbing and nudged her chin.
"Keep your chin up, kid," he told her with a gentle smile. "You're doing great. You should be really proud of yourself."
"Thanks," she mumbled quietly, as she snuggled into Eddie's embrace.
Hopper looked outside to make sure that the Cunningham's had left and gave them the all clear before heading back to his dinner table with his family. When they were given the all clear, John and Beth joined hands and put a hand on each of Eddie's and Chrissy's shoulders and led them outside. Chrissy was still sobbing and she felt so embarrassed. How humiliating is that to happen in front of a restaurant full of people?
Robin sat in the back with her and Eddie, the two of them cuddling her while she cried in between them. Beth and John were sitting upfront, trading worried glances every few seconds as they drove home.
"Eddie," Chrissy asked eventually, "do you think I should have gotten the salad? Am I getting fat?"
"No, Princess," he stated firmly. "You should eat whatever you want to eat. You are absolutely stunning and only an idiot would think you are fat. Honestly, you look even more beautiful now than when we first started dating. You were always pretty, don't get me wrong, but you have blossomed into a being so beautiful that I find my breath catching in my throat every time I see you."
"You really think so," She asked meekly, rubbing at her eyes to get rid of the tears.
"abso-fuckin-lutely," he told her with conviction.
"Language, Eddie," John chimed from the front, though he didn't seem to upset about it.
"Sorry, sir," Eddie said and sent a look to Chrissy that made her grin at him tearily. "You get more and more beautiful every day. Sometimes it's like looking into the sun, your beauty is so bright. Sometimes it's hard for me to believe that I get to be with you. Me? This beautiful girl chose me out of all the guys she could have had."
"Stop," she said bashfully, hitting him on the arm, "you say the sweetest things, sometimes… Most of the time."
"I'll never stop complimenting you," he promised her, "You deserve the world, Chrissy Cunningham."
"So do you Eddie Munson," She said back to him, leaning up to press a lingering kiss to his lips.
"I already have the world," Eddie stated, looking deep into her eyes, "because you are my world."
Beth and John looked at each other in the front of the car, smiling. They loved Eddie, and seeing how big of a smile he was able to put on their daughter's face they knew that what Chrissy said in the restaurant would ring true. Someday, she would marry that boy, and they would have children… and Beth was for sure going to be sobbing in the front row. Chrissy Munson has a nice ring to it.
When they got home and piled out of the car, Chrissy still had tears in her eyes. She and Eddie walked over to the couch and sat down with her in his lap so he could cuddle her to make her feel better. Beth, John and Robin made their way into the kitchen and started playing Uno, hoping that the two in the living room would join them when Chrissy felt up to it.
"That was messed up," Robin whispered to her parents. "I wanted to kill them. I hate seeing Chrissy cry like that."
"You don't want to kill them," Beth said, putting a hand over her daughter's, "you would get life in prison, but if you maimed them, you'd be out sooner."
"Very funny, mom," Robin said, peeking her head around to look into the living room. Eddie was sat sideways on the couch, his shoes sitting forgotten on the floor and rubbing Chrissy's back as they whispered to one another. She wondered what they were talking about, but didn't want to intrude. I hope Chrissy is going to be okay. I'm going to keep my eyes on her and make sure she keeps eating.
"so," Eddie stated softly into her ear, "we're going to get married, huh?"
"Abso-fuckin-lutely," Chrissy stated, using his own saying back on him, "you're it for me Edward Munson. When I met you it felt like something in me finally clicked into place. I think you're literally my soulmate. If you don't think I'm gonna marry you, you're crazy. I'm gonna marry the heck out of you. I mean, if you still want me."
"You'll never get rid of me," Eddie told her, "I'll definitely marry you someday, if that is what you want. Probably after graduation, though."
"Yeah, its probably best to wait until after we're out of high school to get married," she joked back to him, "and definitely out of high school before we start popping out kids."
"But we could get in a lot of practice before we actually start trying to have a kid," he told her with a wink.
"We sure can," she responded, trailing her hand down his chest and sending a flirty smile his way. "Monday, right?"
"Yeah, sounds good," he told her as his eyes darkened.
"Hey, are you feeling better," Robin shouted from the kitchen, "We're about to play The Game of Life if you wanted to join us. It'll give you practice for when you get married and have kids of your own!"
"Shut up, Robin," Chrissy said with a laugh. "We'll play."
Eddie and Chrissy meandered their way into the kitchen, smiling at seeing that the board was already set up. They each picked their little car and set them on the board before deciding whether they wanted to go directly into the workforce, or start with college. Chrissy ended up winning in the end, having gone to college and getting the highest paying career card. Her car was full of little pink and blue children.
"Is that how many kids you want when we have kids," Eddie joked, looking at the car with the four kids in the back. Then he cringed as he realized he had just said that in front of her parents and looked up at them muttering an apology.
"It's okay, son," John said, whacking his shoulder. "We all know you two are in it for the long haul. Just don't go having any babies when you're still in high school."
"We don't plan to," Eddie stated with a blush and avoided his gaze as he stared down at the board. "I'm actually doing really well in school this time, and may try to go to community college and get some sort of degree, or maybe a trade school or something."
"Eddie," Chrissy squealed, leaning in to hug on him, "you didn't tell me you were planning that."
"Yeah," he said awkwardly, "It's just, if I want to give you the world, I'll need to make money."
"Well," Chrissy said, sending a beautiful smile his way, "as I was told not so long ago, you are my world, so you've already given it to me. If you want to go to school, do it for you. I'm happy to be with you if you do or don't go to school."
"We'll see what I decide to do," He told her with a grin.
After playing life they decided to play Monopoly. John somehow was always really lucky with that game and ended up wiping the floor with all of them. There were complaints and jokes that he must be cheating in some way. He denied this vehemently, telling them that his integrity was too good to do something like that. By the time Monopoly ended it was nearing 11:30.
"Are you staying over tonight, Eddie," Beth asked him as she grabbed his shoulder softly, "It's getting pretty late. I don't know if I want you driving home this time of night."
"If its okay to stay over, I will," Eddie said, faking a yawn. He was fine to drive home, but any chance he had to sleep next to Chrissy was a blessing. He slept so much better when she was snuggled up to his chest.
"That's fine," John said, smacking his shoulder gently, "just keep the door open."
"Will do, Pop," Chrissy said sending a smile his way.
The family separated after that and headed off into their different rooms, taking turns in the bathroom to brush their teeth and get ready for bed. Eddie had a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt he left over there for when he stayed over on Saturdays and was already changed into them when Chrissy came back from the bathroom in his old gym shorts and one of his band t-shirts. He made his way to the bathroom when Robin was done and brushed his teeth, using the toothbrush he had been given the first time he stayed the night at Chrissy's house.
Buy the time he made it back into her bedroom the main light was turned off and a soft glow was coming from the lamp next to her side of the bed. She lifted the covers for him and patted the bed next to her, already getting onto her side so she could cuddle up half on top of him. He climbed in next to her and spread his left arm so that she could take her usual position. She sat up slightly and turned off the light before throwing a leg over his and her left arm over his chest. His left arm was already travelling up and down her back as she reached for his right hand with her left. She leaned up and pressed a few soft kisses to his lips before settling down with her head over his heart. They were asleep within minutes.
AN: Hey y'all. Not as long of a chapter as usual. (about half as long, actually) Since I work Mondays through Fridays I only get a few hours to write during the week, and I wanted to keep updating this story. The Cunningham's can go fuck themselves, right?