Hypotheticals

28-Muscle Memory

honestly im just gonna TW jason

Eddie's feet thump on the dirty ground as he walks towards the edge of the school property. It's Thursday, meaning both him and Steve aren't working. Meaning they can hang out. He admires his surroundings as he walks. Tall trees, bright sun. Summer is coming. Eddie hates summer, the trailer doesn't have AC. It's normally just two long months of sticky sweating. But it looks nice. Recently, Eddie started walking to and from school, for fun. 

He walks towards the road to cross with a small crowd of students. He feels someone bump into his shoulder. Odd, he thinks, since there is clearly room around him for people to stand, but he shrugs it off. He clicks play on his walkman, and places the headphones on his head. 

Feet hit the back of his shoes a few times. He doesn't want to turn and see who is behind him. The mystery feet tap his shoes a couple more times. When the traffic slows down enough for there to be a pocket, the swarm moves together across the street. When they are near the other side, Eddie turns to see a car driving quickly towards them with no intent on stopping. 

He does a small jog to get out of the way. He shakes his head at the man as he keeps moving. What a stupid way to kill someone. He feels his headphones pulled back off of his ears. They slump down onto his neck. 

"I've seen you hanging out with Harrington." Oh. Eddie knows who the mystery feet were. He doesn't stop moving. "You know, I think you two hang out too much." Eddie clenches his jaw. "He's only doing it to pity you. It's pathetic, really." Eddie can imagine his evil grin. 

"Shove it, Carver." Eddie says. He contemplates the words that came from behind him. Is that true? Is he serious?

"I'm serious. You don't deserve his attention." Eddie anticipates a shove that never comes. "You don't deserve anybody's attention, really." His words seem so calm, collected and matter-of-fact, contrary to his usual sharp, spiteful jabs. Eddie stops walking and turns to face him. When he turns, though, he is faced with departing footsteps. Jason is running down a street, further away. 

"Asshole." 

Eddie thinks over what he just heard. It genuinely makes him feel like shit. In this moment, just this moment, Eddie wants to die. Steve doesn't actually want to be around him? He doesn't care about what Eddie has to say? He doesn't deserve Steve's attention? It hurts to think of these things, but it hurts more knowing that maybe it's true. 

A tear falls down his face. He wipes it away agressively. He wipes the other eye too, just in case. Eddie's feet automatically bring him to Steve's house. Muscle memory. He walks down the road peppered with houses here and there. That's what Eddie likes the most about Steve's street. The houses aren't squished together. They are all slightly alone. All one of a kind too. 

When he reaches the driveway, Steve's car is not there. So, he waits. He sits down at the front door, and replaces his headphones on his head. Not long after, the rumble of a car engine comes up the road. Eddie's stomach drops, but not in a good way. Jason's words return to his mind. As Steve pulls up to his house and is surprised when he sees Eddie, but very happy. 

"Eddie!" Steve shuts his door softly. He does a small little jog to the front door where Eddie is sat. He stands up as he is approached. Steve engulfs him into a big hug. "What are you doing here?" He says, muffled by Eddie's shirt. What Eddie couldn't see what Steve's huge smile. He assumes Steve doesn't want him there. 

"Oh nothing I can go if you want-" The hug ends and Steve looks him in the eyes, holding his shoulders. 

"Nono let's do something, let's go somewhere." Steve moves his hands down to grab Eddie's. He tugs the man towards his car. Eddie feels a smile growing on his face. He steps into the passenger's seat and shuts the door gently. 

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Leaves crunch underneath them as they walk up to Skull Rock. Eddie remembers how this rock is an infamous kissing spot. "Hey didn't you make this place popular?" Eddie asks, as he ducks underneath the leaning rock. Steve follows suit. He sits facing Eddie, the latter sitting against the rock. He grins. 

"Yeah that was me." He eyes Eddie's lips, before moving his sight back up to Eddie's eyes. "You know what it's popular for, right?" Eddie takes a second to think. Before the answer comes to mind, Steve surges forwad to kiss him. Eddie pushes into the kiss, completely abandoning all worry he was having. In this moment all he cares about is Steve. 

He pulls Steve into his lap, hands resting on the sides of his thighs. Steve's hands are clutching Eddie's hair. They don't take time to breathe. Eddie's mouth trails away from Steve's mouth, following his jawline. Steve is in heaven. He turns his head to the side, to give Eddie more freedom, but also to hide how flushed he's getting. Somewhere along the way, Eddie kisses a particularily sensitive spot, causing Steve's whole body to tense. Eddie backs away.

"No, no I liked that do it again." Steve says, impatiently. Eddie chuckles and gets back to work. Many minutes and a few hickeys on both ends later, the two are laying down on the ground. Steve decides to get up, and starts looking around at all the names and initials scratched or drawn onto the statue. Eddie can hear him reciting names and letters. 

"Duhjoe? Deejo? Deejayoh?" Eddie can hear Steve struggling to pronounce something. He pokes his head around the side of the rock. "What?"

"Come look. Read this name." Eddie does. He stands up, brushing leaves and dirt off his pants. He stumbles over to the other side of the rock. Steve points to three small letters written in black marker. he leans in close and squints to read it. 

Djo

"Ha that should be the name of a band. Djo." Eddie laughs, leaning on Steve's shoulder. "Steve you should start a band, call it that. Or, you could become an independant singer and that should be your stage name." This time Steve laughs. God he loves Eddie. He doesn't know what he'd do without him. 

A/N god i hated using the term 'mystery feet'

also im so bad at writing like making out n shit bc thats so uncomfy to write