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♡ 20 - intruder ♡

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little!steve (3)
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Steve lay asleep in bed, Eddie at his side. He opened his eyes groggily, an empty feeling in his stomach. He let out a small whine as he tried to wiggle around, attempting to escape the sleeping Eddie's grasp. After a minute of wrestling, he freed himself, sitting up with an exhale. He glanced over at the clock on the nightstand, which read "3:17". He shrugged at the numbers because he didn't quite understand time. But he did understand that he was hungry. So, he climbed out of bed, exiting the room and leaving the door open without a second thought.

He made his way towards the kitchen, looking around for anywhere he might find a snack. He figured that the fridge would have something to eat, so he opened it and peered inside. He grabbed the first thing he saw, a bag of grapes. Steve opened it, rustling the bag loudly. And by some miracle, Eddie remained fast asleep.
"Wait." Steve thought. He couldn't be eating grapes out of the bag like a hooligan! He set them aside, digging through the cabinets for a bowl. Thankfully, he stumbled across a plastic bowl, especially safe for clumsy people like him.

Steve took the bowl out and set it on the table, dumping fistfuls of fruit into it. Of course he missed some and they fell onto the table and floor, but he hardly noticed. He was proud that he had prepared it all by himself. Steve took the bag and went to put it in the fridge when a stash of glass bottles caught his eye. He took one out as he closed the fridge, examining it. "Miller.. lite?"
It was cold, and full of a strange yellow drink.
"Oh, like juice!" Stevie thought. He did like juice, and he saw Eddie drink it often, so what's the worst that could happen?

He struggled to pry off the top, but eventually popped it off. He eyed the liquid once more before shrugging and taking a large sip. Seconds after it hit his tongue, he winced, spitting it out and dropping the bottle onto the floor with a "crash". That was definitely not juice.
The glass had shattered into bits across the floor, though Steve, in the mindset of a 3-year-old, hardly cared. He sat down and ate another grape as if nothing had happened.
Meanwhile, Eddie was woken up by the crash. He blinked his eyes open. Noticing that Stevie was no longer with him, he shot up. His eyes darted to the door, which had been left open.

Eddie's mind began jumping to the worst possible conclusions. What was that noise? Was it a robbery? Did they take Stevie? Was he hurt? Without a thought, Eddie got up quickly and quietly, sneaking into the laundry room beside the bedroom. He pulled out a weapon from behind the washing machine- a long baseball bat with sharp nails protruding from it. He rested it behind his shoulder, tiptoeing to the source of the noise. He quietly inched along the wall of the hallway, the adrenaline causing his hands to shake. His heartbeat thumped in his ears. This was it. He was ready to die.

Eddie took a deep breath and gripped the handle of the bat, then charging around the corner. Though he hardly got anywhere before he collided with a body, sending him stumbling backwards. He caught himself, regaining his balance and catching his breath. Eddie looked up to see Stevie, standing in front of him. Steve held up the bowl towards Eddie.
"Oh, hi dada!" Steve smiled innocently. "Wan' some gwapes?"
Eddie's brows furrowed in confusion as he observed the scene. First he saw the spilled grapes on the table, then his eyes were met with the broken bottle of beer on the floor.

"What- what are you doing up this late?" Eddie said, dumbfounded. "Oh, um, I wanted some snack." Steve said casually, almost unaware of the dangerous mess surrounding them. Eddie mentally facepalmed. Though this was an annoyance, he only sighed. He was far too tired to deal with it now.
"Alright bud, snack time's over. We can clean this up tomorrow." Eddie said, longing for sleep. Stevie simply shrugged his shoulders, setting the bowl down and grabbing Eddie's hand. Eddie led them back to the bedroom and tucked Steve in before getting in himself, the both of them soon drifting to sleep once more.

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I'M SO TIRED SO IF THERES MISTAKES LMK
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