The noisy rumbling of the engine as Steve drives to the trailer park does nothing to calm the nervous energy thrumming through him.
The AC is too cold, and he shivers. But if he turns it off then he'll get all gross and sweaty. Despite the arctic temperature inside his car, though, it feels like his brain is on fire from his phone call with Eddie.
Steve had spent the night at Eddie's yesterday, something that was becoming more and more common as Eddie wanted him to spend as little time at his house as possible. When Steve started doing his laundry, he realized that he had left his shirt at Eddie's house.
Eddie always answered when Steve picked up the phone , so slowly Steve grew comfortable with calling. Not that Steve usually had to call him, with how often Steve's phone rang due to Eddie growing bored or inviting him over.
"Hey baby," Steve had said, twisting the cord when the ringing finally stopped.
"Hey princess. I was just about to call you," came Eddie's voice, crackly over the phone. Discomfort swirled in Steve's gut.
"Oh. Um. About- about what?" he asked, taking measured breaths. Eddie had never called for anything bad. And he'd never break up with him over the phone. Everything was okay.
"First, what did you need?" Eddie asked. What did Steve need? He couldn't even remember.
"Sorry. I... oh, yeah. Uh, did I leave my sweater in your room last night? The blue one?" he asked.
"Yeah. You can come pick it up. I was just about to ask you to come over," Eddie offered.
"Oh?" Eddie would never break up with him over the phone.
"We need to talk." But it wasn't going to be over the phone, was it?
"Oh." Steve was about to lose the only good thing he had going for him. "Okay."
"You okay?" Eddie asked, ever the sweetheart. Even when he was about to break up with Steve, he couldn't stop caring.
"Yeah. I'll b-be there soon," Steve said, cursing the way he stuttered. He should have known this was going to happen. No one can stand to be around him for too long. His parents are gone as often as possible. Nancy called him bullshit. And now Eddie was leaving him.
"Alright. Love you," Eddie lied.
"I love you too," Steve whispered, hanging up before his voice could crack.
Which led to his dilemma with the air conditioning inside his car. Steve fought back the embarrassing burn behind his eyes. First his boyfriend want to break up with him, and now he wants to cry over something stupid like AC.
His stomach drops as he pulls into the trailer park. Walking up the steps is a death sentence. Knocking is signing his death wish. Waiting takes years.
But the door opens, and there's beautiful Eddie. Dark messy curls are pulled into an even messier bun. The remnants of eyeliner smear under endless doe eyes. If this is the last thing Steve see's before he dies, he's okay with that.
"Hey, Stevie," Eddie greets, holding into the doorframe as he leans out of the trailer. Steve darts in to give him a quick kiss, as is customary for them.
"Hey pretty. Your uncle home?" he asks, nervously pulling at his collar. Eddie's face drops.
"Um..." he murmurs, taking a step back to reveal the entire extended Party, mouths agape and eyes wide.
"Oh shit," Steve whispers. The room explodes.
"What did I just watch?" Erica yelps, rubbing her eyes like she could wipe the image out of her brain.
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FanfictionAll of Steve's life, he's dealt with the burden of his less than ideal home life. He's used to it. Comes to expect it. Eventually, he realized that he deserve it. A fact that Eddie isn't too happy about. this was originally a oneshot series on AO3...
