Hypotheticals

30-Earth Angel

Eddie's arms are growing sore. He carries a dull red milk crate down the driveway to Steve's house. When he finally reaches Steve's car, he drops the crate on the ground with a light thud. His hands fish around his pockets. He pulls out some thin metaal sticks and pins. He kneels down infront of Steve's trunk. He begins to pick the lock. Like father like son right?

If there is one place Steve never checks, ever, is his trunk. After a short minute of frustration the lock clicks open and he easily pops the trunk open. He picks the crate back up and carefully shoves it in the back corner. Wiping his hands on his jeans, he smiles content. He shuts the trunk quietly and walks to the door. 

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Steve sits on his bed, listening to music again. The song Lucky Ladybug  flows from the stereo quietly. He is no doubt tired, from picking up a busy Saturday shift. He hasn't heard much from Eddie today. He must have been busy as well, with his finals coming up. Steve's face reddens as he thinks about Eddie. He's goign to graduate. Steve has made it his personal mission to sit as close to the stage as he can, to see Robin and Eddie up there. 

His thoughts change directions by a smidgeon. He reflects on his feeling for Eddie. How much he loves him. Steve's mind has been flooded with things like this. How much he loves Eddie, how much he wants to tell him. But he has also has the memory of what Jason said to him. 

The song changes in the background, Learn to Say Goodbye. Jason knows. That can't en well. Maybe he just saw them together. Maybe he didn't see Steve kiss Eddie's hand. Maybe, just maybe. As quickly as he was on the topic, he was off of it. He went back to Eddie. All of his beautiul features. His tired eyes, fluffy hair. His hands, always clad with rings. And that stupid res shirt for grad? Steve might die on the spot. he covers his face with his hands. Eddie Eddie Eddie. The familiar burning sensation in his stomach has returned. Steve knows he has to do something about this soon. 

He is pulled out of his thoughts, by the doorbell ringing. He falls of the edge of the bed, not knowing how close he was. He sits up and heads to the door. As he thumps down the stairs, he gets a small taste of deja vu. Has he been here before?

Steve turns the knob and opens the door hastily. When he sees Eddie, it feels like something in his chest explodes. He must be visibly thrilled, as Eddie smiles at him. 

"Someone's happy to see me." He says quietly. Steve narrows his eyes and drags him upstairs. When they arrive in Steve's room, Eddie flings his arms over his boyfriend causing him to stumble backwards. Steve wraps his arms around Eddie too, and nuzzles his face into Eddie's hair. When they let go, Steve notices Eddie's rapid, deep breathing. 

"Why are you so out of breath? Did you run here or something?" Eddie thinks back to the heavy crate. He shrugs. "No. Long walk, that's all." He smiles innocently. Steve's mind burns with four words. I love Eddie Munson. He's really going to need to do something about that soon. 

Minutes later, the door is locked and Eddie and Steve are sitting on the bed. Well, Steve is sitting, Eddie's head in his lap. He plays with Eddie's hair with one hand, the other intertwined with Eddie's hands. In the background, Walk Like a Man begins playing. Steve bops his head lightly and subtly to the beat. Eddie even taps his foot to the beat. Steve smiles at this. Love. Steve can feel his chest constricting, out of pure admiration and love for Eddie. 

They sit in comfortable silence. They have mastered this art. As long as the other is in their company, they can sit for nearly two whole hours with out uttering a word. Sometimes one of them will talk. One will talk about something that the other will listen to for hours with out needing to intervene. Be it tattoos, metal music, and DND, or hair care, 60s love songs, and different cars.