Eddie the Banished & Steve the Babysitter

Kneel for your new King

Steve's POV

I woke up with the most horrendous headache known to man. I also woke up next to a headache. Eddie was sitting on the floor, his back against the bed, with a binder in his lap. He was biting his hair and his nails a bit, trying to think. I think it's adorable how he puts things in his mouth when he's thinking.

I rolled over and poked the back of his head. He leaned his head back and smirked, "Good Morning big boy~" I blushed a bit and pushed his head forward.

He set the binder down and turned so that he was facing me. I groaned, "Mm, need..aspirin."

He nodded mockingly, "Uhuh. You were a wreck last night Steve Harrington."

He got up and walked out of the room. I don't remember much of anything last night. I remember Eddie coming home and the light being turned on but other than that, nothing.

He came back in with a bottle of aspirin and a half-empty bottle of water. He handed me both of them and sat down on the bed, near my legs. I sat up just a bit so I could take the medicine and handed and set the bottles on the nightstand. "We still have things to talk about Steve Harrington."

I looked up at him, "Not now. Its early and everything fucking hurts." I fell back onto the bed and sighed, "I'm sorry if I said things last night. I didn't mean them." Eddie's face dropped a bit but kept its stature. It's like he was hiding the fact that that sentence hurt him. I don't know what I said last night to him. I did have a very sexy dream last night though and of course, of all people, Eddie Munson was the person I was fucking. I have to be so fucking in love with him. God dammit, this shit hurts. Robin said that he's not Nancy and that he likes me. But now knowing that he brings guys home regularly, this changes things.

I kicked Eddie, "Move. I'm getting up." He stood up, "Okay. Good luck with that." He stood there watching me struggle to get up. When I stood, I held my head and started swaying. I was extremely dizzy. He chuckled. I tried to flip him off but I'm not sure if I held up my middle finger or ring finger. He walked out of the room, perfect. I grabbed my jeans off the floor. Wait..Was my dream real? I slipped on my pants and pulled my belt through the loops. I looked around for a window to climb out of. The only window was blocked by guitar amps, wonderful. I walked out into the main trailer room and heard Eddie, rummaging through the fridge.

I tried to quietly slip down the hall and out the door. "Steve, whatcha doin~?" I smiled and held the door handle, "Just going out for a smoke." I walked out of Eddie's trailer for good. My parents didn't exactly kick me out. They said something about me needing to get out and live on my own. So when I started at Scoops, I slept there. I used to sleep at Family Video until my boss yelled at me and told me to stop. So I slept in my car a lot. I'd occasionally go back to my house, my parents leave a lot so it works. I convinced my parents I was living on my own.

I grabbed my keys from the pocket of my jeans and unlocked my car door. I got in quickly and started the car. I heard Eddie yell from his trailer as I pulled out of his driveway. I drove out of the parking lot, back to hell.

Eddie's POV

I looked down at Steve, he was holding his face and sighed, "I'm sorry if I said things last night. I didn't mean them." Ouch. That hurt. All those things he said, they were genuine. He couldn't have just not meant them. Drunk words are sober thoughts Harrington, you're lying. He kicked me and I took that as asking me to get up. "Move. I'm getting up." I stood and watched him attempt to move from his position. I smirked and crossed my arms, "Okay. Good luck with that." I saw him get up, I could tell he was really dizzy and chuckled at the sight of him. He held up his hand and tried to flip me off..with his index finger. I walked out of the room and to the kitchen. I opened the fridge and was trying to ruffle through it to find something that King Steve could eat. Steve walked out of my room and toward the door, trying to be stealthy.