Sequel to 'That Way'
'and maybe i'll get used to it,
but right now I just feel like shit.'
| dreamwastaken x oc fem!reader
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| based off 'feel like shit' by Tate Mcrae
| exes to lovers
started: 20 january 2022
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Eden woke to the smell of pancakes filling the apartment, something she hadn't realised she'd missed since leaving Florida. It was a regular thing for her and Clay to do. Once a week, they'd take turns cooking for the other, and usually, it was pancakes.
"Morning." Eden rubs the sleep out her eyes, sitting herself down at the kitchen island.
Clay turns around to look at her, her hair in a messy bun and the same hoodie still wrapped around her small frame. "Morning."
"You didn't have to make breakfast y'know." Eden smiles, resting her head in her hands as she watches Clay's back.
"I wanted to." He admits, "It's the least I could do while you're letting me stay."
Eden hums, reminiscing on times like this back in Florida. Back when she was faceless, back when things seemed normal. Now, her and the blonde had this unspoken tension between them. Pushing and pulling them apart and together like magnets, yet neither of them want to address it. Both of them too stubborn to apologise, to make up for lost time. Too blinded by their own thoughts to think or care about the other's feelings and in the process, hurting each other.
"E?"
"Hm?" Eden blinks, knocking herself out her daydream.
"What time are we going to the studio?" Clay chuckles, handing her a plate.
"Uh, probably not for a few hours." Eden replies, smiling at the blonde as a silent thank you for her food.
"Cool." Clay nods, turning back around to focus on cooking.
"You excited?"
"A little." Clay shrugs, "My last few songs I recorded at home so it'll be cool to do it properly."
"Yeah, I like the studio. It's like my second home." Eden agrees, taking another bite of her pancakes.
"I thought Florida was your second home." Clay thinks out loud.
"It definitely used to be." Eden mumbles, although the male heard her loud and clear.
And there it was again, that silence, that tension. Something neither of the two could break. All that can be heard is the sound of Clay cooking, and it's driving Eden insane. She just wanted what was already lost, and in her eyes, it was too late to fix it. The clock had already ticked past, the date had already expired. He chose his path with Hailey by his side, and she chose her path. It just so happened to be the wrong direction.
