Wip Weekend: For What it's Worth Prom!
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This one goes back in time a bit from where the series is at present, and it throws the numbering off, so I've given up. It's about halfway done, I think?
“Maybe you pissed him off,” Gareth suggests, and now it’s Eddie’s turn to scoff. “Gary,” he drawls, just to watch the irritation flash across Gareth’s face, “trust me, if Steve were pissed off, we’d all know about it. It wouldn’t even be a question.” This much is true; Steve has never been shy about letting other people know when something has annoyed him, usually in the form of amusingly dry remarks (but occasionally in the form of energetic little rants that Eddie adores watching). Eddie is fairly confident that if he’d done something to upset Steve, he’d know it. At least ninety-five percent confident. Maybe ninety. Ish. He returns to the matter of the lack of a goodbye “kiss.” “But fine. Let’s just say, for the sake of argument,” Eddie says, turning back to Gareth, “that I pissed him off. How, pray tell?” Gareth gives an uncomfortable sort of shrug. “I don’t know, I just – like, wasn’t he Homecoming King or whatever last fall?” “Yeah,” Eddie says, waving his hand in a sort of ‘go on’ gesture. “And?” “And, I dunno!” Gareth tosses his hands up. “I just mean that he’s the sort of person who goes to school dances, and he probably likes them, and you’ve been sitting here all week calling people who like school dances morons and shit. That’s all I’m saying.”
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