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I'm Glad I'm Not You Chapter 4

The next few days flew past in a rapid blur. I spent Christmas day at home sitting on my sofa and watching reruns of Friends because Ed had sort of made me a fan of the show. I normally wasn’t a big TV girl, but the show was actually hilarious and I mentally thanked Ed for introducing me to it. Christmas day was just a relaxing day for me by myself. I finished some homework for UNI and made myself a small chicken dinner. It wasn’t that good and I ate it alone, but at least it was food.

               I kept busy during the week by working extra hours. I hadn’t thought of Ed or Mike all week; I was far too busy. The thrift store I worked at was closed during the holiday time, but the café was the exact opposite. Business was booming, and almost every night I stayed late and closed up. I didn’t mind the work, plus I needed the money. UNI classes were expensive, especially since I was getting a theatre major and renting my own flat out instead of staying at the campus. The costs added up, so I was glad I had to jobs to help pay the bills. I was working at the café today, too.

               I sighed as I flipped by the pages of my magazine. It was some fashion magazine that I had found lying on the counter in kitchen of the café, and the words on the page were as foreign to me as a different language. What was color blocking? I was about to educate myself on the art of color blocking when the bell rang, indicating that someone had come in. Exasperated, I blew the hair out of my face, and went to greet the customer.

               I scowled when I saw who it was. It was Carl, my boss, and he was returning from his two hour extra break. I was supposed to have my break an hour ago, but he hadn’t yet come back from his. Frowning, I crossed my arms.

               “Hey, Holden,” he said easily, walking around me to get to the kitchen. “Would you mind seating these customers?” It took me a couple seconds to register that he actually had customers trailing in behind me. Unsurprisingly, it was Ed and an older woman. Ed was popping up everywhere lately.

               “Hi,” He grinned, and I couldn’t help but grin back. “I didn’t know you were working here today,” he said, and I caught his mum give him a knowing glance. I looked expectantly at the woman behind him and she was smiling at me, too. “Oh, this is my mum,” He said, nodding towards the woman. She pushed past him.

               “I’m Imogen,” She said, shaking my hand. “It’s so nice to finally meet you,” She smiled softly down at me, and I felt my chest clench up. She was so nice.

               “I’m Holden,” I introduced myself, and wiped my hands on the front of my apron. I grabbed two menus from the podium, and quickly said, “You guys can follow me right this way.”  

               Once they were nicely situated in a slightly private booth, I handed them their menus and awkwardly waited for them to both look up at me. “Um, should I get you started with some drinks?”

               His mum said, “I’ll just take a water, love.”

               “Same,” Ed said and I nodded. I was just about to leave to fill their drink orders, when his mum spoke up again.

               “I love your necklace, Holden!” She chirped, and her eyes landed on my simple necklace. It was a small, silver half heart with a tiny silver chain. My hand instinctively went up and clenched the necklace. It was cool, and I could feel it pressing hard into my palm. My mouth opened to reply, but nothing came out. I couldn’t speak.

               Carl came out of the kitchen, and gave me a glare that was obviously not amused. My mouth closed and I quickly said, “I’ll get those drinks out for you right away,” and hurried into the kitchen. My heart was pounding hard as I poured their water into clear cups. I couldn’t shake off the feelings. Even after 2 years, I still got this way whenever anyone mentioned my necklace or anything related to that night.  

               Carl came back into the kitchen and sighed when he saw me frozen over by the drinks. “What’s wrong with you, now?” I shook my head.

               “Nothing, I’m fine,” I smiled, and picked up the drinks to give to them.

               “Good,” he said simply. “Because you’ve got another table to cover. Get out there, kiddo,” I rolled my eyes at him and made my way back over to the table where Ed and his mum sat.

               “Here you go,” I said, placing their drinks on the table. “So, what can I get you to eat?” I pulled out my small pad of paper and pencil from my apron.

               “Actually-” Ed’s mum began; at the same time Ed said “I’ll have a piece-” Then they both stopped and stared at each other awkwardly, and it looked like Ed was shooting his mum looks. I felt so out of the loop. I cleared my throat.

               “Okay,” Ed sighed, and I confusedly stared at both of them.

               “Yes! Holden, love, would you like to join us for our New Year’s Eve get together tonight? It’s small, nothing extravagant, I promise.”

               I looked at Ed to see if he was okay with this. He was staring down at the table and I could see a faint blush starting across his cheeks. I didn’t have any plans tonight, after I got off work, so I shrugged.

               “Erm, sure, I suppose. I don’t have any plans for tonight, so yeah.” I said, awkwardly putting away the pad of paper.

               “Great!” Imogen said, smiling brightly. “We’ll see you there, then? Ed can pick you up later tonight and bring you over to our house.” I dumbly nodded and watched as she slid out of the booth, with Ed in tow. “Thank you so much for everything. It was so great to meet you tonight, love. I’ll see you later!” She gave me a short hug and turned to Ed expectantly.

               “See you there,” he mumbled, not looking at me. I felt my face heat up.

               “Okay,” I said, walking them to the door. “See you there,” I replied quietly to Ed, but they were already halfway across the street.

Hope you guys liked! This isn't edited and it's sort of late so yeah. PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THOUGHT OF THIS CHAPTER! I love reviews and feedback, and I need it. By the way, I just posted this textpost/chat and it had like 200 notes already and I was like wat omg. :)

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I'm Glad I'm Not You Chapter 3

“So,” I said, picking up the remote and flicking on my mini TV, “how exactly am I a crazy drunk?” I folded my arms in front of me, and raised my eyebrows at the ginger haired man standing in front of me, casually taking sips of his coffee. He simply sent a small smirk my way, and shrugged. “Tell me,” I insisted.

            “Just are,” Ed said, sitting down on my small sofa couch. He turned his gaze toward the television and frowned. “Are you watching this?” I followed his gaze and saw that there was some sort of cooking show on TV. I shook my head. To be honest, I rarely watched television. I just didn’t have the time for it. Between tough UNI classes, working two jobs, and helping out with the university’s theatre club, I barely had any free time left over. I hadn’t even had a lot of time to explore Framlingham since I arrived here last month. “Good,” Ed said, flipping through the channels. “I would have been concerned if you liked to watch cooking shows in your spare time.”

            I rolled my eyes, and gestured for him to move down on my small sofa. My sofa was so small that Ed took up more than half of it, even when he was just sitting regularly. I sat down next to him and watched as he channel flipped. He was an expert channel flipper, I soon learned.

            “Ah, here,” He said, settling on some show that he seemed to like. It didn’t look very familiar to me. But, like I said, I wasn’t into much TV. Ed caught my confused look and his jaw nearly dropped. “You don’t know this show?”

            “Um, no,” I said, shrugging. He eyed me with awe. “Um, am I supposed to know this show?” I asked, nervously wrapping my arms around my pajama-clad body.

            “This is Friends. You don’t know this show? Wow,” He said, as he shook his head. “You were deprived as a teenager.” I felt my face flush and I instantly felt an urge to defend my case.

            “I was not!” I said, snatching the remote from his hands. I huffed and turned the volume down. He chuckled quietly and took a sip of his coffee. “Oh, Merry Christmas Eve, by the way,” I said, sheepishly. “I, uh, forgot to say that earlier.”

            He smiled at me. “Merry Christmas Eve to you, too,” He turned his attention back to the television. He was really into the show. I tried to keep up with what was going on, but it was hard considering I hadn’t seen any of the earlier episodes. Ed, apparently, had seen all of the episodes, as he informed me during the commercial break.

We fell into a quiet, peaceful silence that was only interrupted when Ed laughed under his breath about whatever was happening on the screen or during commercial breaks when he tried to keep me updated on the plot. I was squished up against one of the sides of my sofa, and Ed. It felt odd, to be sitting here, with a man that I barely knew, on Christmas Eve. I felt like I should be home, in New York, listening to my parents argue about the cooking or bills. It felt weird to be sitting here with Ed. It felt weird, but it was also strangely comforting. I felt safe and protected tucked next to him.

After 2 more Friends episodes flew by, I finally poked Ed in the shoulder. “What time is it?”

Ed checked the clock on his phone before replying. “Quarter after 3,” He said, calmly. My eyes widened.

“What? 3:15? Are you sure?” I asked, not waiting for him to reply. I jumped up off of the sofa, and rushed into the kitchen, pulling on my heavy winter jacket. “I’m late for work!” Ed simply watched as I rushed around my small kitchen, picking up things and putting them back frantically. He chuckled quietly.

“It’s Christmas Eve, I’m sure your boss won’t mind if you’re five minutes late to work.” Ed said. That calmed me down a little bit because it was true. I worked as a waitress at one of the local restaurants called the “Lemon Tree Bistro.” (I also worked part time at a local thrift store. I had to have two jobs to keep up with my rent.) My boss, Carl, was not unreasonable. I knew he wouldn’t mind me being a couple minutes late, so I calmed down a little bit. “Where do you work? I can walk you there,” Ed offered.

“The Lemon Tree Bistro,” I said, and gratefully smiled at him. He nodded his head, and smirked at me.

“Holden, you’re, uh, in your pajamas, you know?” Ed asked, and I could feel my cheeks warm up. I shrugged, though, like it was no big deal. I was wearing a big coat, and it covered most of my thigh. As soon as I got to the restaurant, I would have to put my uniform on, anyway.

Ed held my front door for me, and we made our way to the restaurant. It was located about ten minutes away from my flat, but it was close enough to walk to. Suddenly, as the chilly air whipped through my coat, I felt nervous standing next to Ed.

“Holden,” Ed said, and I looked up, confused. “That’s a unique name. What’s it from?” He asked, thoughtfully. I sighed. I hated my masculine name so much.

“It’s a character from the book the Catcher in the Rye. It was my mom’s idea to name me after him,” I wrapped my arms around my cold body, and added flatly, “She’s an English teacher.”

“Ah,” Ed said, nodding. “You don’t like it, though?” He asked, catching on to my annoyed look.

“Why would I like it? I was named after a depressed teenager. Who, by the way, did I mention, was a he?”

Ed laughed, and nudged my shoulder as we walked. “Well, I’ve never read that book, so I wouldn’t know. But I like that name,” he said quietly.

“Thanks,” I said. He was one of the first people to have ever said that to me in my 18 years of living. Most people asked me what it was from, of course, but they never said that they liked it after that. They simply dropped the subject. I blushed.

We fell into another silence. I felt like we should have been talking, but I didn’t have anything else to say, really. I’d only just met Ed. I wasn’t a very social person, to begin with. My best friend back in New York, Charlie, used to always joke about how “socially awkward” I was. But the sad part was that it was true. Charlie was pretty much my only friend back then. I wasn’t used to talking to other people besides her. Ed cleared his throat.

“You know what’s weird?” He began, and I watched him wearily. “I don’t think we were ever formally introduced to each other.” I shook my head. “I’m Ed Sheeran.”

            “Holden Astor.” I said.

            “It’s great to meet you, Holden.” Ed said, smiling at me. He pushed his ginger hair out of his eyes, and pulled his blue hoodie tighter. He gestured toward the white building we were now approaching slowly. I stepped onto the curb, and smiled lightly down at Ed.

            “I’ll see you around,” I stammered, awkwardly.

            “Sure thing,” He said, easily. “Have a good Christmas, Holden Astor,” He grinned, and waved at me, as I turned my back to him and walked up the steps to the tiny restaurant. I didn’t look back. I was already late enough to work.

This chapter isn't the best but i'm sick and I sort of rushed to write this because i'm going to go eat Christmas dinner with my family. MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE TO ALL OF YOU!! I hope you guys have a wonderful Christmas! As always, let me know what you thought of the story here.

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I'm Glad I'm Not You Chapter 2

If you guys want to read Chapter 1 click here.

  When I woke up the next morning, the first thing that registered in my mind was the splitting headache that I had. I blinked and blinked and tried to clear the vision from my blurred eyes. It took me a couple of seconds to actually sit up, and take in my surroundings. I was back in my flat, tucked safely in my bed with the grey comforter that I’ve always had. Everything was the same, and I wondered if last night had actually happened at all. I pushed off my grey comforter and stood up. My legs were wobbly and with every step I took, I could feel a pounding in my head. Groaning, I trudged to the bathroom.

               I had never properly been hung-over before, but I figured this was the closest thing to it. When I stepped into my small, tiled bathroom and closed the door, my eyes widened as I looked at the mirror. I looked awful. My eyes were bloodshot, my hair was all over the place (worse than it typically was, at least) and I had the worse dark under eye circles. I splashed some cool water in my face and dried it off with a towel.

               I was trying hard to remember what exactly had happened last night. I remember going into the pub with Ed and Mike and having a few beers. They were really nice, and I think I’m their friend now. It felt good to have new friends, because I didn’t really have a lot of friends yet in Framlingham. All of my friends were back home. Other than that, though, I couldn’t really remember what had happened. But somehow, I had ended up back home, in my loose tshirt and pajama pants, and in my warm bed.

               I headed into my kitchen (if you could even call it a kitchen, it was incredibly small) and went straight for the coffee machine. It was one of my most recent purchases and it cost nearly $50, which was a lot for a college kid like me to spend on just a coffee machine. But, I figured since I was spending so much money at coffee shops anyway, I should just get my own machine. I loved it.

               “Hey,” A low, tired voice said from somewhere behind me. I shrieked and turned around, clutching the counter.

               I saw Ed, who was now wearing a very startled expression, and I let out a relieved sigh. I took in his appearance and noted how he looked much better than I did, at the moment. He handled hang-overs very well, I suppose. He was wearing a tshirt and his jeans, which I assumed he slept in.

               “Dear lord,” I said, putting a hand up to my head. It was pounding harder now, and I got out some Advil to take with my coffee. “Are you trying to kill me? What is wrong with you?” I said, punching him on the arm. He gave me a small smile.

               “Bad hang-over?” He asked, quietly, but I could see the corner of his mouth twitching, as he tried to hold in his laugh.

               “Is it that obvious?” I asked, as I folded my arms out in front of me. Ed laughed now, slowly, and I blushed, remembering that I was wearing my pajamas. Embarrassed, I asked, “Do you want some coffee?”

               “Sure,” he said, easily. He took a seat on my small barstool at the counter, and cocked in eyebrow at me. “Do you need help?”

               “Nope,” I said, taking two mugs out of my cupboard. Then, something dawned on me. “Why are you here? How did you get in? What happened last night?”

               Ed laughed again. It felt good that he thought I was funny, for some reason. I blushed again, and busied myself with the coffee machine. “Do you not remember anything?” he asked, as he tried to retain his laughter. His eyes were still smiling, though.

               “Uh, not really,” I answered nervously. I wished I knew what had happened last night. Had I done anything embarrassing? Ed smiled cheekily. “Tell me!” I persisted.

               “Well, you had a few beers. You’re a crazy drunk, did you know that?” I raised my eyebrows when he said this, surprised. “Yeah, you’re actually worse than I am. That’s really saying something.” He laughed, ducking his head.

               “Continue,” I said.

               “Okay, well you were pretty out of it so Mike and I took you to your flat, with your instructions to do so. And you told us to crash on your couch until morning. So, yeah, that’s it,” Ed finished.

               I handed him his mug of coffee. “I’m a crazy drunk?” I asked, surprised.

                He laughed again. “Just a little bit,” He took a sip of his coffee and made a face. “It’s cold,” he complained.

               “It is? Shit,” I said, taking the mug from him quickly. He stopped me.

               He said, “It’s not that bad, actually,” and continued to drink from it which made me burst out laughing. He laughed too, and pretty soon we were both laughing hysterically. I clutched the counter to keep me upright and Ed’s face was bright red.

               “What’s so funny? What did I miss?” Mike said, as he sauntered into the kitchen. He saw us laughing and frowned.

               “Why are we laughing again?” I asked Ed, and he shrugged. “I can’t remember,” I said to Mike. Mike grinned.

               “Okay, well I hate to interrupt your little moment, but I just have to. Holden, you’re so funny when you’re drunk, did you know that?” Mike said.

               I glared at both of them. “I’ve heard,” I said, which caused Mike to laugh.

               “No need to get annoyed,” Mike said, raising his hands in surrender. “But you had a good night, yes?”

               “Yeah,” I admitted, a little bit surprised to say that. “I did,” I smiled at both of them and they smiled back at me.

               “You’re really something, Holden,” Mike said, messing up my hair as he walked by. I made a face at him, and Ed sent me an apologetic smile.

               “You guys handle hang-overs really well,” I said, as I glanced at both of them. They nodded.

               “Were used to it, right, Mike?” Ed said, and Mike nodded again.

               “Yes sir, and as a matter of fact, I actually have somewhere to be about right now. I’m sorry; I wish I could stay for some coffee. Do you mind, Holden?” He asked me.

               “Of course not, why would I mind?” I asked him. We had only met last night, it wasn’t like we were that close. He was a nice guy, though. I was glad to have met both of them.

               “Thanks for the great night,” He kissed me on the cheek, waved at Ed, and headed towards my front door. “We should do this again sometime?” He asked me, and I nodded.

               After he was gone, it was just Ed and I.

               “So?” I said. “Do you have somewhere to be too?”

               “Nope,” he answered, as he resumed to drinking his cold coffee.

               “Well, do you want to stay?” I asked him, watching him as he looked down. He looked slightly uncomfortable about something.

               “Sure,” he finally said, looking up. “Okay.”

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I'm Glad I'm Not You Chapter 1

It was a dreary, rainy night in Suffolk, as usual, but today held a bit more of a promise. It was the night before Christmas Eve, and even the weather couldn’t dampen the spirits of the town. The small town of Framlingham was decorated with Christmas lights strung on every shop and café, young Christmas carolers were even scattered around the town, and everyone was in the Christmas spirit. Everyone except for me, that is.

I wasn’t in the mood to be celebrating Christmas. It was my first month in the UK, and I was still getting used to everything. I had moved from a small suburban part of New York to England to go to college. I attended the University Campus Suffolk, which was a fairly local college that specialized in art and design and things like that. I was trying, hopefully, to get a major in theatre. I was still pretty young, though, and I had moved out of my house almost as soon as I had graduated high school. I wasn’t going to stay in that house a second longer, that’s for sure.  

But, especially as Christmas time rolled around, I was feeling even more homesick and I missed my small town and my best friend and even my family. I never was all that close to my family, but right now, I missed them terribly. I missed everything about my old home, even though this was what I wanted. But there was nothing worse than being alone on Christmas. It just didn’t feel like Christmas without my family fighting in the kitchen over the cooking or my best friend going shopping with me for gifts.

I had made a few friends at my Uni classes, and they were all very nice and outgoing (as most of them were going for their theatre major as well, very lovely people) but they weren’t someone I would want to spend a holiday with. None of us were that close, not yet anyway. So here I was, wandering the streets of Framlingham alone on Christmas Eve night, near tears.

I walked past the streets that were all decorated for the holidays and tried to cheer myself up. I reminded myself that this was what I had wanted. I had wanted to go off to college by myself and make my own living and my own reputation for myself. It was my dream. So then why was I here, all alone on one of the most important holidays of the year? I tried to convince myself that it was still the first month of my studies here, and that living on my own would definitely improve, but I had my doubts.

I rounded the block, and tucked my shivering hands into the blue hoodie I was wearing with my jeans and boots. I saw a small pub in the middle of the street, and it was the liveliest I had seen our town all month. I couldn’t see the name of the pub. There were small tables and chairs outside, just a few, and as I approached it, I peered through the window. It was dimly lit, but I could make out a bar with stools and a few scattered tables inside. Many people were in there, drinking and chatting with friends. It looked cozy. I wiped my eyes, and lowered myself onto the steps, right outside the front door. I didn’t feel like going in, but the nice vibes from inside were making me feel a little bit better.

As I sat on the steps, I thought about what my town was doing right now. My mom and dad were probably in the house drinking and arguing about who was going to drive my sister to her class the next afternoon, or no, maybe arguing about who got the last beer and who had to go out and buy more. My best friend Charlie and her boyfriend were probably having a nice dinner out together and exchanging Christmas gifts. Thinking about Charlie with her boyfriend made me feel even worse, though.

“Hey man, are you okay?” A loud voice slurred. I raised my head from my arms and looked to the direction where the voice came from. “Are you dead? Should I call the cops?” The guy was obviously drunk, way drunk. I could still detect a clear British accent even through the slurring.

“I’m fine, thanks.” I said, bluntly, wanting the guy to go away. He didn’t.

“Hey Ed, come heeeeerrrreee,” He yelled over. I flinched, and stood up abruptly to leave before things got out of hand. I knew what happened at bars with drunken guys, and I definitely did not want that to happen on Christmas Eve. I heard rapid footsteps approaching and I took a step away from the men.

“What’s up, man?” The new guy said, Ed, supposedly. He looked vaguely familiar, with his reddish tousled hair, but I was pretty sure it was because I’d seen him around Framlingham before. It was a pretty small town. But the other guy, with a dark hood over his head, I hadn’t seen before, I know that.

“Look at this, can we keep her? Pretty please, Ed?” The guy winked at me, at least I think he did, but it was too hard to tell in the dark. I could tell that both of them had a lot to drink, especially the guy with the hood. Ed was swaying in the wind and his eyes were closed, and I honestly thought he fell asleep for a second, before he opened his eyes and I nearly jumped.

He came over to me, and I took a step back, but he pulled me in and gave me a big bear hug. I made a disgusted face. He leaned on me, and it took all of my strength to keep his standing upright. He smelled of beer and smoke, and something else that I couldn’t put my finger on. It wasn’t necessarily a bad smell, just an odd combination, I guess. I took a step back again, and Ed fell to the floor on my feet. He grunted and bit my ankle.

I yelped and jumped away from the two drunken men. I just wanted to get away from them. I headed down the street, pulling up my hook quickly, without looking back.

               “Ed, she’s getting away!”

Ed was fast. He grabbed my arm and spun me around like a ballerina. I had to admit that even though I was upset, I couldn’t help but laugh when he did that.

“Hey, I’m Ed,” he said, after he stopped spinning me. He seemed a little bit more sober, which was a good thing for me.

“I’m Holden.” I mentally cringed at the masculine name that my parents had given me. I hated it so much.

“How old are you? You look young.”

The other guy piped into our conversation. “Are you legal?” He winked at me again, and I snorted. I could feel my face turning red though. Thankfully, it was very dark outside.

“I’m eighteen.” I said easily. “And a half,” I added, after seeing the amused looks on their faces.

“Aw, you’re a baby.” Ed said, and he leaned over to give me another hug. I let him hug me, although I still had no idea what was honestly going on. Two drunken men were talking to me at night? How often did that happen?

“Why were you crying, Holden?” The other guy asked, pulling his hood down to reveal dark, brown hair and a matching beard.

“No reason. Well, it was really great talking to you boys, but I should probably get going. Merry Christmas,”

“You were crying?  You can’t cry, it’s almost Christmas Eve,” Ed said loudly. He twisted my braided hair around his fingers, as if he was fascinated by the simple plait. “Woah,” he whispered as he unbraided half of my hair. He attempted to braid the long hair back together, but couldn’t and he frowned. I laughed.

“I like your hair.” The other guy piped up, before bursting out into a fit of boyish laughter, which was pretty cute if you know, you liked the ‘drunken guy with beard type’. “I’m Mike and I’m Ed’s boyfriend,” He put an arm on Ed’s shoulder and hung off of him.

I could feel my face growing hot again and I squirmed under both of their gazes. “Nice to meet you…” I offered. They grinned loudly. There was an awkward silence in which I cleared my throat. “Well, Merry Christmas,” I repeated dumbly.

They both tittered. “Come have a drink with us,” Mike said, almost as a demand.

I denied, even though I had nothing better to do and they seemed nice enough. But still, I declined. “I can’t, I have to go back to my flat.”

“What if you get lost on the way? I’ll come with you.” Mike said. I was beginning to realize that Mike talked a lot and didn’t take no for an answer.

               “If you come with her, I am too!” Ed insisted, like a little boy who was insulted. I couldn’t help but laugh a little bit, and my mood was noticeably better. It was weird, considering that I didn’t even know these two men (okay, boys) but they were drunk and hilarious and nice and they were just what I needed to cheer me up tonight.

               “I’m fine. Thank you, you’re very sweet. But I’ll be fine.” I said to Mike, thankful he couldn’t see my face.

               “He’s too old for you!” Ed piped in, sounding annoyed. Mike chuckled but pretended to be insulted.

               “Excuse me, I’m not that old, thank you very much.” To me, he added, “Where are you from? You have a different accent,” I was surprised, it was one of the only serious things that he’d asked me so far. He seemed like a really nice, genuine guy however, and I’m sure we would actually get a long great when he was sober.

               “I’m from New York,” I said, trying my best to cover up the ‘New York Accent’ that I apparently had.

               “I love New York, best fucking chips ever,” Ed said wistfully.

               “He means French fries,” Mike put in, scratching his beard.

               “I know that,” I said, laughing a bit. “Fine, one drink, but after that I’m leaving.”

Let me know what you guys thought here! this is my first ed fanfiction but please let me know what you thought xxx

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::Oh but youve done much worse.::::And the fact that I hate you::::Makes it much worse::

You could take that hate and turn it into tolerate!You can tolerate me?I'm not asking you to like me, just enough toleration to let me go.That would be tremendous.Honest.[Sighs.]Could you maybe turn down the cold, from up there, I think my wires are freezing.Yeah, and it looks like the potato might crack soon. 

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::And that plan failed.::::Because I let her go::

Well, I figured that out.Very nice of you, though, wasn't it?So, maybe you can find that niceness again!And use it.For us.Us being Eve and I?Me.Wheatley, who is down here, freezing.  

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::Youre the two causing trouble.::::And it's getting in the way of my work::

Hey, hey, here's something to think about.Th-There wouldn't be any trouble if you'd not forced me into a potato!Aha!Look-Look at that. Or if you hadn't dropped me down here..It's painful. 

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::No.::::I mean Eve.::

Christ, woman.She's like an innocent bystander!I mean, sure I've told her about you, and she has been through a lot, but--Just leave her alone!This is only going to cause troubles for you!You don't w-want that.

[All he wants is for no more cold, is that too much to ask?!]