Genuine ~Eddie Munson~

i don't want to know

Another week had passed, you and Steve were currently at Scoops Ahoy sharing an ice cream. You appreciated Steve for trying as hard as she could to get you to forget about what happened a month ago, you ignored Eddie in all of your shared classes, each time he goes to where you work one of your coworkers takes his table while you go on break, Eddie was out of the picture. Steve was there every step of the way and for a good week, you didn't think about what Eddie was doing.

"Hey, stop taking my cherries!" You whine while pinching Steve's bicep. Steve raises his shoulders as he takes the stem of the cherry out of his mouth, revealing that he had tied it in a knot. You roll your eyes and elbow Steves' side, causing him to softly laugh and you take another bite of the ice cream. You smile at Steve and rest your head on his shoulder, "Thank you, Stevie." You say while scraping your spoon against the ice cream.

Steve looked down at you, surprised by your thanks, yet intrigued by it. He furrowed his eyebrows, "For what?" He asked, even though he probably already knew what it was about. You smile as you shrug your shoulders, "For taking my mind off of things." You almost whisper your response, afraid that if you said it any louder you might crack and begin to cry. All week, you've kept telling yourself that you were done crying. So there's no way in hell you were going to start now. Especially with how much Steve has done for you, even if he keeps stealing your cherries.

Steve's face slowly forms into a happy expression as he wraps his arm around you, pulling you in for a hug. He pulls away from the hug and rubs your shoulder, "All I did was let you do you." He discredited himself. You shake your head and put a spoonful of ice cream in your mouth, "No, you got me out of my room and out in this mall." You praise as you wave your spoon around in the air. Steve laughs and puts a scoop of ice cream in his mouth, humming in delight.

You were right because if it weren't for Steve and Robin, mainly Steve, you would still be in bed surrounded by tear-stained pillows, tissues, clothes matted to your body, all of what you were a week ago. You didn't think it was possible to smile or laugh again, but you were doing it. You were finding yourself again. Maybe a better you, who knows. All you did know was today is a perfect day with your best friend.

You turn your head in the direction of the door and your smile slowly fades as you watch as the love of your life that broke your heart in two, Eddie, walks in with Chrissy Cunningham on his arm. You don't wait for him to turn around and look at you befiore you grab your things and make a run for the door, Steve following behind you, calliing out your name as he runs after you. You stop in the front of the bathroom because Steve grabbed your arm. You freeze beneath Steve's touch and let the week-long held tears out. Steve pulls you into his chest and sighs, pressing a kiss on the top of your head, "Breathe, babe, breathe."

"Babe?" A voice repeats from behind the two of you.

You and Steve both look in the direction of the voice and see the last person you wanted to see, Eddie, but he was a few feet in front of Chrissy. You scoff and roll your eyes as you bury your face back into Steve's chest. Eddie approached you and Steve with a hurt look on his face, "So, what are you two together?" Eddie asks in a rather rude tone. You snap at his tone, "You don't get to speak on whether Steve and I are in a relationship or not, you are the one who fucking broke me, so don't say shit about me hanging out with Steve."

Eddie stood there shocked that you spoke to him the way you did, his shock quickly turned to sadness as he watched you, his sweet little Vallie, completely hate his guts. Eddie took the hint and walked away from the situation, leaving you to sob into Steve's arms as he walks away with his head hung low and a pretty blonde beside him. You watch as he walks away and your heart aches because it felt like you were losing him once again.

"Hey, look at me," Steve softly spoke as he lifted your chin with his finger, "Valerie Mae Wheeler doesn't need a boyfriend, she can thrive perfectly fine on her own." He encouraged as he rubbed your back. You shake your head and rest your forehead on his chest, "No," you childishly grumbled, "I want him but he's being mean." You pout like a child. Steve sighed and placed his hands on your shoulders, gently pushing you away from his chest so he could look at your face, "Go on, go get him, Val."