A Crack In The Glass (steddie with some Rickie)

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A/n: bored so i decided to release another chapter today :)  (Me, knowing fully well i have the next 6+ fluffy/ slightly angsty chapters already finished i could release all at once if i wanted to-)

Eddie felt himself emptying his entire body weight in vomit into Steve's toilet some time in the late morning of the next day. They drove him to Steve's place after they ate, because it was the most reasonable place to take him. They couldn't bring him to dustin or mikes houses for obvious reasons, robin's mom was asleep and didn't want to wake her up, and gareth's parents are so strict he's barely allowed to have band practice there.

So, Steve's place it was. And no, Steve's prayers were not answered.  He was still just as bad as before, if not worse. He didn't pass out for another hour, after they made sure he drank plenty of water. Steve had to be on eddie duty all night, making sure he was ok all night and that he slept. He sat on the floor in front of his bed, watching the tv he'd moved from the living room to his room– since he was basically living on his own.

Robin cooked breakfast while Mike filled Lucas in on what had happened. eddie stumbled down the stairs, having a headache from the alcohol and slightly sick from the stupid drugs hed taken. Steve noted how he'd looked worse then he had ever seen him. He was shirtless, pale and still out of it in a way. The drugs had worn off, and thank god he didnt remember the shit he'd done while high. he wouldve laughed in steves face if hed realized steve kissed him, more then once in fact.

“Shit man, you are not looking good.” Steve comments, feeling him for a fever. He blinked softly, still tired and frankly, sick. Steve draped a throw blanket over his shoulders for comfort. Eddie took note of how much it smelt like Harrington, and how much he loved it. He softly smiled, shivering possibly from sickness or just the house being generally cold.

“Holy shit are you ok?” Dustin asked, hugging eddie. He wrapped a single arm around dusin and chuckled.

“Now do you see why I don't go to parties?” Eddie asked the younger one.

“Which i still haven't had time to talk to you two about- what makes you think you're old enough to go to parties unsupervised? You're extremely lucky that Eddie was there to keep watch of you two, because if he wasn't the same thing could have happened to you. You hear me?” The two kept their eyes staring at the floor like children being scolded.

“God, you sound like their mom.” Eddie says. Steve shoots him a ‘shut up’ look, to which Eddie does.

“Seriously! You guys could've at least told me!” Steve continued, as Robin gave Eddie some pancakes shed made. “I care about you two, more than I care about myself. All I ask is that if you go to parties, you go supervised?”

“I know it's not the most nutritious, but it works right?” He nods and quickly eats them up, hungrier than ever. Eddie tuned out Steve's argument with the two, until he came back in and sighed. Eddie suddenly became curious.

“Hey, what did I do when I was high?” He asked, taking the last bite of his pancakes. Steve set down a cup of coffee in front of him and glanced to robin. She reached into her back pockets for her polaroids, but Steve stopped her.

“I'm not sure you would want to know.” Steve said, which worried Eddie more.

“Oh god.” He said. Robin handed him the 4 polaroids captured. One depicts Eddie basically forcing Steve into a kiss, the other of them basically making out, then him passed out on Robin in the backseat, and finally one of him eating chicken nuggets like it was his last meal on earth. He winced softly, as Steve looked away from him, blush covering his face.