03. crushing

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03. crushing characters - Eddie, Steve POV - Steve's POV heyhey more cringe for ya'll bc you like my trash stories- Eddie's eyes were closed as he had his arm draped around the back of my neck. Chills ran up and down my spine. I sat in silence as the only thing that had noise was the movie playing with the volume barely turned up. "So... Are you gonna watch the movie, Munson?" He opened one eye and stared at me. "No, pretty boy, I'm not. I'm just gonna sit here." He closed his eyes again and looked up at the ceiling. "Well, why though?" I had pure curiosity running through me. "It's because I just don't want to." It was weird, but I didn't really care. "Okay... Well, do you have anything to drink?" He looked at me again. "Yeah, I have some soda in the fridge." He mumbled as he was fiddling with his rings. "Okay, okay, cool." I got up, walked to the fridge, got a soda and flopped back down on the couch. He crossed his legs and yawned. "Rough night last night, Munson?" I said as I admired his features. His lips, nose, eyes, cheeks. The certain ghostly glow that seemed to surround him. The shading of a light pink-ish red tint that was coming from his lips and cheeks. It was euphoria. And I enjoyed every single waking second of it. I wanted to breathe his beauty in and never leave it. After the few seconds of watching him, I snapped out of my trance and noticed him looking at me, puzzled. "Yeah, I hardly sleep, Harrington. But another thing, are you enjoying what ya see? 'Cause if you take a picture, then it might last longer." He winked and got up, getting a cigarette from a box that sat on the counter. He lit it, and I watched as he puffed the smoke from his mouth. He was actually beautiful. Like really, really beautiful. "Wha- I- Nevermind..." I grumbled as I silently smiled to myself. "Sureeeeeeeeeee, big boy." He laughed as he twisted the front pieces of hair sticking out from his bun. "Yeah, whatever. You just wanna bully me into liking you because you know that you'll never be able to pull me." I laughed and looked at him to see his reaction. It was pure shock. He nodded, walked over to me, then whispered into my ear, "Watch, I'll be able to pull you, princess." He winked and ran into his room, coming out with a guitar. It was sick. I loved it. I hid my happiness by flipping him off and rolling my eyes. He started to play a familiar tune. I tried to decode the tune, but I struggled to do so. It was like déjà vu. He head banged to the tune, then I recognized the song. It was "You Give Love A Bad Name" by Bon Jovi. I tapped my foot and lightly sang along. He laughed. "Falling for me now, Harrington?" He smirked. "Maybe. You might never know." I laughed. (part 4 soon)