Uneasy Hearts Weigh The Most || Eddie

There was a giggle from her at the remark about Ezzie and Benji and Caitlin shook her head. They were cool cats and she had to make a mental note later to thank Benji for both breaking her fall and helping to bring her to the hosptial wing after. But only seconds later, Benji was probably one of the farthest things from her mind. Everything was far from her mind in fact. Except Eddie. His stolen kiss had triggered something. A sensation that almost made her want to throw up. But in a good way! The kind of nausea you got when something finally went right.

And then there were even more stolen kisses. Before long she was just giving them to him. Their bodies crashed together in a new and unfamilar way, instinctively searching for that perfect fit between them. Caitlin would have tried harder to aid in that if she hadn't been feeling as though she'd lost her senses completely. The way he held her was intoxicating. She'd never felt like this at all. Close to this sure. With the flutters and shakes and nerves. But this was a magnafied feeling that she couldn't explain. She'd only seen anything like this. In Cillian and Aislinn, in movies and comic books. Oh how Captain Runway was getting on this issue!

Of course she liked his kissing and the way his rough and well string-worn fingers mixed into her hair, but she wasn't expecting him to stand and the girl gasped a little, holding on tighter a bit so as not to go spilling out onto the floor and embarrassing herself. Never did she want to let go now. His soft laughter and light sing-songy words made her dither just a bit and Cait smiled at him, pulling him down to her once they found the bed. She could have just stayed like this all day. Nothing more. Just this. A pure moment of euphoria and passion.

"I wish my dreams were as amazing as this moment." She laughed as though still making up little lyirics as they went. "They get me by but they'll never compare to the real you." Cait let out another little girlish giggle and pulled him into a close embrace. Gravity did the work of fitting them together like a puzzle now and Cait couldn't remember being so comfortable with anyone before. If this was a dream, then Caitlin never wanted to wake up.

((We'll let them have a little moment for one more post then I'll break up this goo fest and get them some propper dress, yeah? LOL))

The moment was sweet and amazing and, though, yes, he was laying on top of the petite girl, she didn't care. She felt safe as ever and more cared for than ever before. It was blissful to let her wishful mind wander into what the day could hold for them if they did just tell everyone they were sick and stay right there for the entire afternoon. It was a lovely little day dream in which they ate a bunch of junk food in bed and stayed mostly in their knickers just cuddling. She didn't even care about sex and the like, Cait could just stay here like this all day. But their stomachs could not.

The girl looked up at him with a smile before bursting into laughter. "I dunno if that was mine or yers." She rolled onto her side to look at him and grinned, propping her head up on her hand. It was what, eleven? They really needed to get moving. Classes had already started and though Cait was feeling a little guilty for missing herbology, she could not have cared less. Honestly she just wanted to go get some of her things and then either hide away here or in the library all day. Or maybe outside. It was cold and she was starting to remember that she hadn't put blankets on some of her pots in the greenhouse. "Fuck, me. I have ta go ta Cillian's later. It can wait til tomorrow." Caitlin loved plants and was very good at caring for them.

"Okay. Get up. C'mon." With a smile, she sat up, hovering over him for a moment, and kissed him. "We 'ave ta get a move on before we both starve ta death." The girl wriggled out of his grasp reluctantly and found her jeans, sneakers, hoodie, and hat. It was the first walk of shame she'd ever do without having shame or having done anything to permit the walk in the first place. They'd slept. It was no big deal. And she'd do it all again tonight if he let her. As the girl yanked her pants up, hopping around a little, she grinned stupidly at him, "We can sneak inta tha kitchens while we're down there and grab somethin' ta eat fer breakfast, yeah?" Without another care about how her messy head looked, the girl crammed the hat down and adjusted it to just the right position.

Edwin Muler would never in his life have to be embarrassed about sharing anything with Caitlin. She accepted everything about him. The only thing he could possibly do that Caitlin would pull a face out would maybe be eating boogers or something gross like that. His health status was something he couldn't help at all. If he had to live with it, so would Caitlin. "Oh I don't mind." Her brow furrowed however, because she could tell he was embarrassed and she knew there wasn't a lot she could do about it.

Her fingers wiggled between his as they made their way down the steps from the Ravenclaw tower and out into the corridor. "Does it...hurt? Ta be Diabetic?" There were no people around at the moment. Most of them were probably in classes and she felt maybe the best way to make him comfortable was to talk about it. If maybe he could help her understand it, she could be there for him and it might make him feel better. "I...sort of know what it is. Me grandparent's 'ad a neighbor who was diabetic when I was little and I just remember she only ate cucumber sandwiches wit' her tea. And no sugar in tha'. She was really nice, but she smelled weird." Her little thumb ran over the back of his hand as they walked.

"I don't mean to pry. And it's okay if you don't want to talk about it." Cait's round face and squinty eyes grinned up at him as they walked, it was a long way to the bottom of the castle, and she hopped she wasn't making him feel weird. "I...ehhh... Sorry!! Maybe we should change the subject! Oh! Ya get to meet Arnold! I've not shown him to ya yet!!!" Arnold was a new 'friend' she'd made. But really he was a plant. Caitlin was grasping at straws now trying very hard not to make this an awkward moment between them. "I'm so crap at this. Forget I said anythin'... I'm really sorry. I just wanted ya ta know I'm 'ere fer ya." The girl pulled a face and then fell quiet.

Cait listened as he explained it and the girl gave him a little half smile trying to be supportive. It seemed like he had most of it figured out, and that eased her worries quite a bit. Still she felt, as his girlfriend, she needed to at least worry a little. "Jest.. Don't be afraid ta let me know.. if ya are having a bad day. Okay? I really like havin' ya vertical. An' alive. So... I'm 'ere fer ya." The girl gave him a little nudge and smiled, leaving the subject behind them.

"No... That's Slytherin. C'mon ya goob. I'll show ya." Caitlin laughed and lead him along as they reached the inconspicuous barrels and counted up to the right one. Humming the rhythm out loud, Cait tapped the barrel and stepped back to let the lid swing open. She had to step on the barrel below it to crawl through and into the common room, as the girl was one of the shortest Hufflepuff students. Including the first years. Once through the girl ran to the far wall and climbed a little step ladder to peek at the pot sitting in a high window. "Hello, Arnold."

The girl poked at the soil of the plant almost forgetting Eddie was there and smiled, picking up a little watering can and giving the plant a little drink. "On second thought. Ya better come with. It's a long walk from up there all the way down 'ere. I might not be able ta make it all tha time." Gently scooping the pot off the high window sill, she pulled him down and turned around to grin at Eddie as she carefully climbed down. Did she need an excuse to bring a plant into her boyfriend's room?? "He's all alone in the world. Not a soul to care for him. I'm all he's got left." Sure that sounded good.

Grinning she jerked her head to the side and made her way into her dorm room. It was warm down here and as she made her way down the long tunnel to the sixth year girls dorm, Cait realized it was much colder up in the Ravenclaw tower. She pushed open the door to the dorm she shared with a few other girls. The beds were tucked in little open nooks connected to one round room with a bathroom. Caitlin's was in the back tucked farthest away and she'd pinned a curtain over the opening of her nook for privacy.

Her personal space was small but it had one wardrobe and a nightstand on which a lamp and a framed picture of Stan Lee sat. She set Arnold down next to it and looked over the messy bed sheets. What did you pack with you when you were leaving home? How long was she going to stay? Until Eddie kicked her out. That was decided. Or until a professor kicked her out. Not passed Italy. That'd be forever! She would definitely miss her room. She liked the stacks of books she had in the corner and the pile of comic books on top of that. She had posters up too. Tutshill Tornadoes. Some band posters. Some album covers that she really liked. Mostly just a lot of random stuff that she really liked. Turning to Eddie she just smiled a little and then looked around. "I don't know what to pack..."

The girl watched his urgency rise as he moved about the room, threading a tale that had even her convinced. Evil step mothers. A runaway marriage. Forbidden love. It was like a fairy tale. "Venezuela?! I'm gonna cook to death!" The petite girl then threw open a drawer in her nightstand and pulled out a tube of sunblock and grinned at him as he popped back up. The idea was hardly something for her to bat an eyelash over. Obviously she didn't have a stepmother. And her real mother wasn't evil in the slightest. Kiernan was actually a really great mother. She wrangled the kids, loved Colin, and managed work on top of it all. And aside from that she'd be thrilled to hear that Cait had a substantial boyfriend who wasn't Sean the pub owners son.

Man did her mother hate Sean. Caitlin and the boy had been in the same nursery school as children and grew up together. They were never exclusive but the boy and his rough edges were a frequent face in her life. Cait didn't like him a whole lot. He was sort of a trouble maker and acted like an ass most of the time. And that was saying something as she knew a good few donkeys. Frankly she enjoyed that he was so rebellious. There was a handful of fleeting moments that Cait found herself doing the dumbest of things, nothing short of bar fights and letting people's pigs out. Kiernan hated the boy. She was going to be ecstatic that Eddie was such a sweet kid and so far was keeping her out of trouble.

With a huge smile the girl pulled her trunk out and, in a very quick manner as though their haste were the most important thing in the world, began shoving clothes and things in it. She grabbed the picture of Stan Lee and threw it in, as well as clothes, a few books, the stash from the bottom of her wardrobe, and a few other essentials before looking around feverishly. "I'm missing something....How can I document our whirlwind marriage of fairy tales and puppies if I don't have my journal?!" In a flurry, Cait threw open drawers and flipped through the spines of a few books, and threw back covers.

In an instant she knew where it was. "Shittin' me... It's in Joram's room." The girl took a few minutes to think about the time of day, Joram's schedule, and if the leather bound pages were really worth it. "No man left behind... fuck. Come with me??" Cait gave him a little desperate look and then trudged back toward the common room. Taking a deep breath the girl pushed into the boys dorm and marched her way to his bed, where she came to a screeching halt. There on the bed, which was all neat and made up, was her journal. What wasn't there was every little tiny thing that belonged to Joram. With the journal was a hat, a bottle of nail polish and a few other little things that she'd left with him. This was like a serious divorce or something. Joram had split everything up, left her things, and took everything he owned... and left. Caitlin stood at the foot of the bed just stunned at the sight, as her heart sank into the pit of her stomach.

Stunned. That was the only way to describe how she felt. He was gone. There was nothing there but a gaping hole in existence. It was like he'd been erased from Hufflepuff entirely. He was just gone. Caitlin couldn't move. She couldn't blink; she couldn't breath. It was hitting her now that what happened was more than a little fight. It was like a divorce. They weren't just fighting. This wasn't just something they all cooled off from and in a week came back and muttered their apologies over. They were over. No more. The business, the cuddles, the entire friendship. He'd packed up and left her. Simple as that. She knew exactly where he went too and it sliced a Joram sized gap into her heart.

As Eddie swiftly swept up all her belongings and shoved them away, Cait just stared in disbelief. How was she supposed to react? She'd been petrified to the spot. Before she had time to process any sort of thought, Eddie was pulling her to his chest and she was hardly in a position to protest. His voice was soft and while it was supposed to make her feel better, it didn't. She loved him, truly, and of course he meant well. But he was apologizing for something that was hardly any fault of his. This was on her and Joram and Caitlin knew that the second her hand had connected with his jaw. They were the only ones to blame for their actions. "You... It's not... I can't...."

She was trying desperately to form words. This had to be what break ups felt like. The pressure in her chest was rising as her eyes overflowed with tears and her breathing quickened sharply. There was no way to hold it together. Caitlin was a tough girl. A loose tempered, water off the back kind of girl. But yesterday and today.. had pushed her to her limits. Yes, even Cait had a breaking point. Her knuckles went white as they gripped around Eddie's shirt front. The girl sobbed, as much as one could possibly sob and clamped her eyes shut tight trying to block the entire thing out. Her whole body quivered and shook as she struggled to pull herself back together. This literally felt like her brain was overloading and fusing out. Words couldn't be found, and her knees were starting to give. There was nothing she could do anymore but cry.