The Boy's - Crafty Bitches

Eddie?

Chapter 1
Eddie's POV:

I felt a twinge of satisfaction as I matched the last two cards together. This is the third game of solitaire I've won today, and I usually hate this game. "Tío, soy un puto Dios en esta mierda. Todas las azadas básicas nunca podrían vencerme." I mumble out loud as I reshuffle the cards to start a new game. I'm slightly caught off guard as someone walks past the table, and I'm suddenly engulfed in the most amazing cologne I've ever smelt.

I feel my chest tighten with anxiety as Narrator walks past me, and I can hear my heartbeat in my ears. I look towards him ready to ask him to play cards with me, but I stop once I see it. In big, bold letters above his head reads 'rage'. I watch as he storm's up the stairs and into his bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him. I wait a few second's before getting up and walking up the stairs. I can hear things smashing against his wall, and the sound of him yelling as he throws them.

As I reach his door, I take a deep breath and knock gently. It only takes him a few seconds to swing the door open and almost instantly put on a fake smile, as if he hadn't just been breaking random shit around his room. His eyes are slightly puffy, probably from crying. "Hey, Eddie. What's going on?" his voice is strained and I can see the tears about to fall. Agony.

I wrap my arms around him and pull him close to me. "Don't you ever fake a smile at me. We don't have to talk about it unless you want to, and it's ok if you don't. We can play video games or watch a movie. Anything you want." I say into his ear quietly, and I feel him lean into me and his whole body starts shaking. I hug him tighter as he sobs almost silently into my shoulder. "She..I went over...and I saw them..why doesn't anyone love me..?"

My heart broke when he asked me that, for more reasons then just the love of my life crying over some stupid girl. I feel horrible knowing that she had cheated on him and broke his heart. I want to make him understand that she didn't deserve him and that he didn't need her. I let go of him, as I cup his face in my hands gently. "You know that isn't true. So many people love you. Some people see you as everything. You have your fans, your family, the boys, me. We all love you, Narrator." I say sternly as I wipe the tears off his cheek with my thumb.

As much as I hate it when he cries, I love how his eyes look almost crystal clear. He looks at me for a few seconds before giving me a small smile, and I smile back. "I'm gonna go change and grab some Bud. Would you like to join me on the roof? I don't really want to be alone right now.." he says softly and stares at his feet. I glance down as well, fidgeting with my fingers. I go to answer when I catch sight of his hands. Blood. I gently grab his wrists and look at his hands, which has a cut on his palm.

"I'm ok, I just shouldn't have tried throwing a already broken mug. It's not that bad, though." He says, pulling his hands back but I keep my grip on the injured hand. I turn my phone flashlight on and look at it. It's way too deep to be ok and there's a shard of glass still in the cut. "You go get changed and I'll grab the first aid kit. Meet me in the attic in five?"

I watch as Narrator stares into my eyes for a second or two before sighing and nodding. He shuts his door and I run to the nearest bathroom to grab supplies. He's gonna need stitches and he is not going like it. Thank god I know how to give them. As I walk out of the bathroom with the kit in hand, I watch as Narrator pulls the string for the attic door. As he pulls it down and the ladder unfolds, I walk up behind him and put my hand on his shoulder. "Alright, up you go. And be careful of your hand! I still want to make sure it gets cleaned and bandaged properly."

He rolls his eyes and starts walking up the old, creaky stairs and I smile softly. "Yes, mother." He says sarcastically and I don't miss the laugh on his breathe. As we walk over to the large window that leads to the roof, I trip over a old box and let out a involuntary squeak of shock . I tense up as I fall but I never hit the ground, and I peak a eye open to find narrator gripping my waist. He helps me stand back up and we both laugh awkwardly. "Sorry, bro. I should probably watch where I walk" I smile as I speak and he smiles back.