five times blurted
@corrodeadcoffin : meme.
one ; swirling confessions.
legs rest on the couch as their backs lay against the plush of her living room carpet. if her mother came home and saw them, eve’s sure she’d get a mouthful. ( of course, flora would get one right back. ) her head turns to glance at eddie, watches as he inhales against the pink rolled joint. he’d laughed at her when she held it up -- but didn’t decline when she offered to share it. or the second one. or the third. her hand lifts to touch softly against the curls resting on the floor as she twirls one around her index finger. “y’know, i don’t understand why you don’t have a girlfriend -- you’re like, the prettiest boy in hawkins.”
two ; someone more like …
she laughs loudly as she watches him thumb through the record collections. “please, you -- with a cheerleader ?” she lets out another loud bark of laughter, as she flips the page of her magazine, her eyes finally peering back towards the glossy pages. she places her lollipop back between her lips. ‘ what ? you don’t think i could bag a cheerleader ? ‘ her eyes glance at him from under her lashes. fingers remove the candy from her mouth again as she leans forward against her elbows, her eyes turning their full focus back to him. “i think you, edward munson, could bag anyone you want. i just don’t think a cheerleader is your speed.” she watches as he glances over his shoulder at her, a smile pulling at his lips. ‘ oh, yeah ? what’s my speed ? ‘ she twirls the candy around her tongue for a moment, before she’s pulling it away from her mouth. “i don’t know someone more like --“ her words pause in her throat. the threat of me stinging against her tongue, before she’s looking back towards her magazine. “someone who actually knows who metallica is.”
three ; rings and leather makes everyone sexy.
‘ what makes a guy sexy to chicks ? ‘ eve feels an elbow dig into her arm, her focus shifting from her own brain back to the conversation in front of her. “what ?“ her eyes slip from gareth to eddie, her eyebrows furrowed together, before looking back towards the other boy. ‘ what makes a guy sexy ? ‘ her nose scrunches at the question. “why are you asking me ?” ‘ you’re the only girl who talks to us. ‘ her eyes roll as her eyes move back towards eddie. she hopes he’ll change the subject. instead, his brows raise lightly -- as if he wants to hear her answer, too. she groans and sits back against her chair. “my taste is not every girl’s taste.” she hears eddie shift against his seat next to her. ‘ so, what’s your taste, eve ? ‘ her arms cross against her chest, her gaze focusing on the table. “i don’t know, someone with confidence, rings and leather makes everyone sexy.” her eyes move from the table when she hears soft snickering. “what ?” eve follows gareth’s finger as he points towards eddie. she feels warmth flood her cheeks as her eyes dip towards his fingers resting against his face, then towards the rings. ‘ so, you think eddie’s sexy ? ‘ eve’s eyes snap towards gareth, her foot moving to kick against his foot. “i did not say that.”
four ; the one with the call out.
‘ oh my god, you’re jealous. ‘ eve’s head snaps up from the cafeteria table at mike’s words. a scowl deepens on her features as she stares the boy down. he keeps his eyes trained on hers -- it’s like he knows he’s right. she leans forward, her eyes narrowing. “if you ever say anything like that again, i will break into your house and shave your head in the middle of the night. got it ?” she watches as his smug look falters, before his eyes are glancing away from her. she keeps her eyes on his until she hears eddie loudly placing himself next to her. she offers him a short glance, a deep frown etched into her features. “tell your idiot children to keep their fucking mouths shut.” ‘ what happened ? ’ eve’s lips part to speak, but mike quickly cuts her off. ‘ eve was jealous -- because she loves you.’ fists tighten atop the cafeteria table as her focus shifts from eddie and onto mike. ( if looks could kill. ) she can feel the tension between the silence coating the air. her teeth clench as she hears eddie adjust next to her. ‘ don’t you ? ‘ mike’s voice causes anger to bubble under her skin. “of course i love eddie.” her eyes close tightly for a moment as the words leave her mouth, the soft sound of eddie’s chain hitting the chair stops. eve doesn’t have to look to know everyone’s eyes are on her. her eyes open slowly, but she keeps them on mike. “he’s my best friend -- there’s nothing wrong with loving your friends, michael.”
five ; the one that counts.
“you idiot !” hands are already moving to hit against his chest as she speaks. she can hear the others in the other room, the sound of silence that falls after her yell, before they’re all making too much noise for it to be normal. she finds herself not caring as her hands hit against his arm. “you could have gotten yourself killed ! are you -- does your brain work, like at all ?!” her hands are caught by his, before she’s being tugged into his chest. ‘ eve, stop. it’s okay. ‘ she struggles slightly as he wraps his arms around her waist. she feels his face bury into her neck. normally, she would pretend to hate this type of hug. ( she doesn’t have to pretend this time. ) her hands shove against his chest. “get off of me, eddie.” hands push against him again, but he only tightens his arms around her. her movements stop when she feels warm tears against her skin. she feels the anger -- the worry, seep from her veins, as her own tears pool in her eyes. ( she could have lost him … without even saying goodbye. ) her palms slip from his chest to around his back, as his grip tightens. her head bumps softly against his, as she softly pulls away from him. her hands move to rest against his cheeks as her thumbs brush softly against the stray tears. she presses her forehead against his. “i don’t know what i’d do if something happened to you, eddie.”
