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Eddie had always been amazing, he was loving sweet and so funny. Everything you wouldn’t expect from looking at him from afar.
Your relationship with Eddie occurred in the most “meant to be way” he likes to say.
Your mom being a teacher forced to stay late one day at school to grade. Bored you roam the halls of school only to hear excited chattering flowing out of the low budget theatre your school uses for storage half of the time.
Looking in curiously you see a taller boy rushing around a tables filled with tiny figurines, dice, and cards. His curly long hair tied back into the messiest bun you’ve ever seen, managing to still have most of his hair cascaded around his face.
The conversations you had heard through the hallway, which you had assumed was multiple people, happened to be just him. You would later understand that he was practicing for his speeches. You, naturally being curious and seeing an attractive guy you walk further into the theatre to get a better idea of what he’s doing. When he see’s you he’s surprised.
“Oh, uh hello are you the sub for tonight’s game?”
You sputter a quick answer completely taken aback by his kind face and enormous amount of hazy freckles scattered across his nose.
“No i’m not the sub I-“ Before you can finish he says something quick.
“You should sit in this game.”
After you accepted and he led you to your seat, conveniently placed right next to him, you where a goner.
You met the boys when they all came in and welcomed their flabbergasted faces to see a female at the table with them. You met Erica and loved her the second she gave Eddie shit for judging her playing skills off of her age.
After the campaign that night you said goodbye to the boys and made your way to the telephone booth sitting outside the school.
Quickly calling your mom and even trying your older brother they didn’t pick up.
Sitting on the curb the boys began to flow out at the same time. All piling into a big van you assumed was Eddie’s due to the Hell-Fire symbol on the right side.
“Hey y/n can I give you a ride?” Eddie said from behind you.
Turning around you find him leaned up against the door, his arm holding it open slightly.
“Are you sure Eddie, it seems like you’ve got quite the carpool.” You smile slightly, hoping he still insisted.
“No, No I insist my lady.” He bows slightly, hand still on the door.
Getting up from your seat you and Eddie stand in silence, waiting for him to move and lead the way to his van he doesn’t just keeping his hand on the door.
“Are you waiting for someo-“ Your cut off by the heavy steps of shoes and exhausted breathing.
Dustin emerges quickly holding his book bag and ducks under Eddie’s arm. Silently thanking him and cursing his memory.
“Dusty over here always leave his shit in the theatre and the door locks automatically.” He shrugs ruffling the younger boys hair.
After Eddie drops off all the boys you and him sit silently. His hands roam his gear stick tapping to the music playing quietly in the back.
“Hey, I’m really glad you sat in today.”
Blushing slightly you answer a quick “me too”, smiling too hard to say anymore.
The rest of the ride to your house is filled with comfortable silence and good music. The hardest thing for you to not focus on is his hands though, his pretty rings that happen to fit perfectly on each finger.
From that night on you always go to DnD campaigns and always ride home with Eddie. Always sticking with him whether it’s at school, after school, or at one of his concerts your always there, and he loves it.
Growing up with not a lot of attention Eddie loves having you around. It gives him a sense of comfort.
After about a month of your hangouts he asks you to be his girlfriend. It’s asked in a small but adorable gesture and it means everything to you.
Your parents love him, especially your mom but Eddie isn’t the biggest fan of big family events, like dinners. Always getting nervous around them you tend to keep your hangouts between the two of you.
And that leads you to now in the movie theater watching the breakfast club for the second time with Eddie this month. He loves the theatre especially with you there.
You both always sitting in the far back so you could see better.
Eddie’s hand on your thigh as always. Gripping slightly, still tapping the knowing beat playing constantly in his head.
The popcorn you had been sharing had lowered in fullness quite a lot.
As the movie continued the group of young boys that had come in later in the movie and had sat in front of you two began getting louder. Jokes being shared and glances back at you. Eddie’s hand moved up your thigh possessively as he whispers in your ear.
“Do you wanna leave love?” he asks quietly, the young boys egging themselves on in the background.
You shake your head not wanting to let them ruin Eddie and yours date.
He hums a note of acceptance and further moves his hand down your thigh, trailing his pointer finger down your sporadic stretch marks.
One of the boys cough loudly and sit up to look over his seat. Winking at you he shuffles up more, waving at you a bit.
Eddie hand stops it’s ministrations and possessively moves to wrap around your shoulders. With his other hand he lifts up the arm wrest and pulls you into his lap.
You look at him questioning his moves.
“If we are gonna sit through this with those jackasses then i’m able to show them who I belong to.” He shrugs nonchalantly, kissing you lightly on the head.
At the end of the movie after throwing out the popcorn and empty cups Eddie leads you out of the theatre slowly, laughing at your conversation.
“And then the guitar string broke and flung back and hit Steve in the fucking nose. He for real started crying. It was so funny.” He laughed out.
Before a laugh could escape your mouth an obnoxious laugh interrupted you. The laugh was followed by a light clearing of a throat behind you.
Slowly turning around, Eddie in tow, you see the boys from the theatre.
In the front, stands the one who kept smiling at you during the movie.
“I saw you during the movie and uh-“ He stares looking lazily over at Eddie.
“Your stuck with this freak and I wanted to ask if you wanted to go with us to eat after this.” He chuckles lightly, rubbing the back of his neck.
Eddie silently moves his arms out from behind your shoulder and pulls them behind his back.
Eddie always had issues with insecurity. Having been tagged the “freak” of the school he never was told he was perfect the way he is. Mean names and ugly looks was all he got before you.
So when it came to other men Eddie never felt he was good enough to hold you back.
Just like now, he sits in silence waiting for your answer. Holding his breath and hoping you don’t decide your sick of him randomly like his mom did. To you it was never a thought.
Eddie was yours and you were his, simple.
“No.” you say firmly taking Eddie’s hand and putting it back over your arm.
Quickly, you now lead him to his van. Opening his door for him and ushering him into his seat.
As you close you door and buckle your seatbelt you turn to look at Eddie. Taking in his freckles and tiny divots in his skin. How his nose is slightly moved to the right and how his right eyebrow is a little more grown in than the other.
“Eddie.” you say slowly, turning his head so he looks at you.
“I love you, you do know that right?” He nods slightly, not looking you in your eye.
“Talk to me babe. Tell me how you feel Eds.” He slowly breathes in deeply, meeting your eyes.
“I am the freak.” He whispers shaking his head quickly.
“I am the freak y/n and I don’t know why you chose me. I don’t deserve your time or your energy.”
“Eddie, i’ve told you this and I’ll tell you as many times as I need to till it gets into that curly head of yours.” You smile, running your hand through his hair.
“I love you because of who you are not because of your insane dnd skills or your hot ass guitar playing, although it is an amazing plus, I love you for your personality and your quirks.”
“Okay, Eddie?” You ask him.
He shifts in his seat and slowly takes your face in his hands. Quickly he pushed his lips onto yours and kisses you passionately.
“Thank you. I love you so much.” He says, resting his nose on yours.
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