Fighting with Axl heck until it turns into a makeout sesh:
"Why do you still talk to her? You have a fucking girlfriend now!" You shout, aggressively gesturing to yourself as you follow Axl into the Heck Household.
Axl turns to face you suddenly, forcing you to stop in your tracks. "Oh my God, woman! I told you there isn't anything between us, alright?" He reasons, eyes rolling.
Tears were freely running down you face, illuminated by the dim light of the living room TV and the overhead light in the kitchen.
"That isn't good enough for me, Axl!" You shove his chest, a hiccup escaping your throat.
"Then what the hell is!? I can't read your damn mind!"
You were both being awfully loud. Thank goodness the rest of the family had gone on that trip to New York- a free trip Sue had won during a raffle.
"You should be able to, you asshole! You should know me as much as I know you!"
"Well how much do you know me, then?"
"Do I really have to spell it out for yo-" youre cut off by your lips being taken in a bruising kiss, arms wrapping around your waist and tightly pressing you against him.
Your fist pounds at his shoulder, but to no avail. The boy played football, you weren't moving him with your feeble (sport) body.
Teeth clattered against each other and tongues battled for dominance. Your breaths were heavy and hot. Axl pulls away only to kiss away the tears on your cheek before dipping down to your neck.
"My room?"
"God, Axl, this is so unhealth-! Yep. Your room."
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Heehee a new hyperfixation.
