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"SO YOU'VE been talking about me, hm?" Eddie acknowledged as you entered your room.
"He was lying, ignore him," you spoke quickly, embarrassment burning in your core. I swear I'm gonna punt that kid in the face. You sat down on the pillows you set out, Eddie on the opposite side of the table. You watched out of your eye as Eddie stripped his denim vest and leather jacket, exposing the tattoos on his forearms.
"So you drew of all this?" he gestured to the various drawings and paintings around your room.
"Most of them, yeah," you shrugged. "They aren't anything but side projects." Eddie hummed with a nod, continuing to look around your room.
"You played guitar, right? In middle school?" you glanced back at him as you grabbed your supplies.
"Yea, Uh, still do. Still do, you should come to see us," he gave you a small smile.
"Me? At the famous Edward Munson's concert? Oh, it would be an honor," you exaggerated, winking at him. He rolled his eyes but laughed anyway.
"Don't call me Edward, I swear I will pummel your face in, L/N," He lectured with a glare.
"Alright alright," you put your hands up in defense. "You're distracting me from what we're supposed to be doing." You huff.
