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"Hey." Bradley got Eddie's attention as they got off the RV. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be, the kid needs you." Eddie shook his head, unloading the few weapons that were to be taken into the Crill house. "Was either you or Erica, and i'm not sure she'd be the best at pulling Peter out of a trance."
"That's true." Bradley smiled, looking back at Steve as he talked Peters ear off about being safe. "I was thinking about something."
"Oh, god." Eddie braced himself. "What were you thinking?"
"What if we open our time capsules after this?" he leaned against the RV with a small shrug. "You know...for old times sake."
"Old times sake, huh?" he nodded in his direction. "Little reminder that we were friends before school starts back up?"
"What? No. No." Bradley gave him an insane look. "We're gonna be friends."
"Oh, are we?" Eddie laughed. "You're gonna go to Hellfire meetings and i'll pretend to like soccer?"
"I kinda like the sound of that." Bradley shrugged. "So, what do you say?"
Eddie was trying to hide a grin, failing miserably. "I say it's a plan."
Bradley smiled, holding his hand out for a high five as Eddie went for a fist pump. Bradley tightened his hand around his knuckles a moment with a nod. "Okay."
"Better go take care of Little Clarke." Eddie nodded as he circled the RV. "Wesley will have your head if you don't."
"I'm terrified of that band nerd." Bradley said honestly. "With his skinny little arms."
"And girl fist." Eddie agreed, climbing into the RV with a wave. "Bye, Brad."
Bradley rose his hand when he turned back, already getting into the RV completely. "Bye, Eddie."
As they drove away, Bradley turned to see Peter staring at him. "What's that look for?"
"You're such a pussy." he rolled his eyes and started walking.
"What? Me?" Bradley asked in disbelief as he followed. "Why am I a pussy?"
"Because you didn't kiss him." Peter scoffed in disbelief. "Should have kissed him."
"Agreed." Lucas gave a point.
"See." Peter motioned to him. "P to the ussy."
"God, would you stop?" Max groaned.
"Sorry." Peter opened the door, holding it open. "After you."
Max gave him a sarcastic smile, walking in and passing him the light. They both pulled their headphones over their ears on sync once the door was fully shut. Max lead the way to the room they'd wait in, all having their own little notebooks incase of needing to communicate. Peter rested his arms on his knees as he leaned against the wall, his head back with a deep exhale.
