Eddie smoked two cigarettes before he got the courage to phone Steve's house.
The line rang and rang and rang and rang until he was sick of hearing the monotone, hopeless dial tone.
Come on, pick up Stevie.
He kept ringing because he didn't want the dream of last night to fall awake.
But by the seventh try, he was successfully crushed.
Damn you, Steve.
He flopped back onto his uncle's couch and pulled a throw pillow to his face.
"Arghhhhh!" he shouted into it.
No one answered.
Of course.
"You told me this was real, Steve!" his voice melted into the fabric of the cushion.
Damn every single fucking Harrington, but especially this one.
"Why won't you just pick up?"
Eddie rolled onto his stomach with a moan of self-pity.
No one is ever going to love you for more than twenty-four hours, Munson. Even Steve couldn't handle you.
He pressed his rings to his lips and kissed them, eyes far away.
I need to move the fuck on.
He sat up.
A mischievous smile slowly bloomed across his face.
"Party time!" he cried.
Let me mark the end of us.
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Steddie: A Stranger Things Parallel Universe
FanfictionThis is a Steddie fanfic, so do not read it if you haven't watched season four of Stranger Things. It's been a month since Vecna was killed and Eddie was mourned by all of his friends. Steve, in particular, was hit the hardest by his death and never...
