the edge of tonight (eddie x juicy/gaege)

ONE • ⚠️ past abuse and ED

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Another day, another sorry fucking excuse to be alive.

Gaege sits up in his bed and rubs his eyes. He looks next to him at the empty spot in his bed, sighing as his heart aches, knowing he isn't ever going to be enough for someone to love. He considers going back to bed but once he sees the clock on his wall reads 1:46 pm, he knows he has to get up and at least try to be productive.

He swings his legs over the side of the bed, standing up, stretching his arms above his head. He heads out of his room and downstairs to eat and hopefully keep some food down this time. He flicked the kitchen light on and opened the fridge, a disappointed sigh pushing past his lips.

"Mental note, go grocery shopping tomorrow." he says to himself, closing the fridge back. He walks over to look in the pantry and settles for a bag of chips. He grabs a coke and heads back upstairs, walking in his office slash music room.

He sits in the chair with a plop, the chair going down a slight bit under his weight, and places the drink and bag on his desk, logging in to his computer so he could check his emails. While waiting for everything to load, he breaks the seal on the chip bag, pulling a few out, stuffing them in his mouth, chewing them. He looks at his computer once it finishes loading and scrolls through his emails. One caught his eye, the subject read 'Urgent' and clicked on it and almost choked when he saw who it was from.

"Eddie fucking Rodriguez!" he yelled, he read further. His eyes scan the text at a fast pace. Once he finished reading, he couldn't believe his eyes. He sat there, mouth gaping open, eyes wide, heartbeat accelerating.

Eddie Rodriguez. Owner of one of the most successful bars in all of Florida, based in his hometown. He dreamed of playing in that bar. A little over three-hundred patrons go in and out of the doors every night. He could only dream of playing in a crowd that big. The biggest crowd he's ever played in front of was fifty people and that was because it was his sister's wedding. And his following on Instagram wasn't that big, only getting about twenty to thirty views a post.

He hasn't even read the email completely yet, his anxiety got the best of him. He blinked quickly, placing the bag of chips on his desk. He wiped his crumb filled hands on his pants. He stared at his screen, reading the words in front of him.

Dear Mr. Gibson,

Hello, I would like to introduce myself. My name is Eddie, or as you may know me as Eddie Rodriguez, owner of The Underground, I have seen your skills from many of my management team showing me your posts on Instagram. I decided to have a look for myself and oh can I tell you, I was astounded. You are very talented and have a beautiful voice. We would be honored to have you work for us. You would work on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights.

If you are interested don't hesitate to contact me. My phone number is (508) 567-6790 or you can email me, which if you're reading this, you obviously have my email. Please get back to me as soon as you can.

With my best regards,

Eduardo Rodriguez

Gaege went wide eyed, his mouth turning up into a wide smile. He leaned back and did a tiny victory dance. He couldn't believe what was happening. This was the best thing that has happened in his pathetic twenty-one years of life.

He looked over the email to make sure what he was reading wasn't just his imagination, he even refreshed the page a few times to be extra positive. He looked over the number, dialing it into his phone. He took a deep breath, clearing his throat before hitting the green call button, placing the phone to his ear. It rang a few times before a man answered,

"Eddie speaking, may I ask who I'm speaking to?" The man over the other phone, Eddie, asked. His voice sounded heavenly and it took Gaege a minute to speak.

"Uh, hey, yeah. This is Gaege...Gaege Gibson. I just read your email and I would love to accept your offer." He responded, biting at his bottom lip after speaking, he felt as if he sounded stupid or too upfront.

The man on the other end chuckled softly, "I can tell you're nervous. Don't be nervous. I'm very glad that you can accept. Can you come in tomorrow for a small interview just so we can get to know you a little bit more?"

Gaege nodded and then metally slapped himself, he can't see you dumbfuck. "Yeah, yes, yes, of course. What time tomorrow?" he questioned, grabbing a sharpie and a piece of paper, scribbling down in sloppy handwriting, meet eddie tomorrow at the bar at, "12:30 should work fine." Eddie answered, 12:30 pm to do a job interview. He finished writing and capped the sharpie back.

"I hate to cut this short, but I have a meeting to get to, I'll send you an email with all of the rules, regulations, and details. If you have any questions or concerns don't hesitate to send me a quick text. It was nice talking to you, Mr. Gibson. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow." he said, hanging up abruptly.

Gaege turned his phone off, placing it on the table. He silently screamed and stood up, dancing around his room from excitement. He sighed in contentment and sat down in his chair, grabbing his phone, unlocking it. He saved Eddie's number in his phone as Mr. Rodriguez.

This was the opportunity of a lifetime, but knowing himself, he knew he was gonna find a way to fuck it up, he always did. Maybe that was why his dad left when he was only eleven years old. His heart slowly sank as he thought about his dad. He must be a huge fuck up if he made his own father leave without even saying a word. Gaege stood up to walk over to the full body mirror he had put up in his office a while ago. He ran a hand through his greasy hair and sighed, looking at himself in the mirror, god im getting fat, he thought to himself. He wanted to just rip out his eyes sometimes so that he couldn't see himself. He hated the way he looked and couldn't bear to look at himself on a day to day basis. Everyone always said he looked like his dad and he wanted nothing to do with that man. He fucked up his life. He hated that man and hoped he burned in hell. He wanted him to go to prison so he could never hurt anyone again but that isn't even probable.

He took one more look in the mirror before walking out of the room, heading towards the bathroom. It was at this point in time that Gaege thought it would be a good time to empty his stomach contents into the toilet.