Steddie One shots

What do you want?

Word count: 1274
I'm going camping this weekend so I won't be online at all! Hope you like this chapter before I sign off.
Inspired by: Wish you were sober -Conan gray

Eddie PoV
I shudder as another person is screaming in my ear. I fucking hate parties. I'm only at this one because it's a good time to sell.

I take a sip of my drink and push through the crowd, trying to find somewhere quiet. I walk past a room and I can hear two people talking.

"Bullshit." The chick says.

She opens the door and stumbles out and I realise it's Nancy and Steve. Steve walks out after her and runs his hands through his perfect hair. We make eye contact.

"What do you want Munson?" He sneers.

I throw my hands up in defence. "Sorry sorry. I was just walking past."

Steve rolls his eyes and pushes past me, and I watch him stomp downstairs, pushing people to the side and grunting at them. I roll my eyes and take another sip of beer.

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I sold to another few people before deciding to call it quits and go home.

I down the rest of my drink and throw it in the nearest trash can.

As I was walking outside, I saw a guy hurling in the bushes. I walk over to him and pat his shoulder.
"Hey buddy, you good?"

Steve looks up at me and I recoil. "Wad you wan?" He slurs.

I fight the urge to laugh. He's so drunk.

"Mate, you're really drunk. I don't think you can drive. I don't even think you can walk!"
I grab his arm to steady him.

He tries to push me off and stumble away, almost falling over. I caught him in time and he slunk into my arms, pushing his face against my chest.

I feel my heat rise up my face. "Let me take you home."

He shakes his head slightly and pushes away from me. "No. I can drive."

"Harrington-"

"Harrington." He mocks and I rub my temples.

"That's it. I'm driving you home. Get in the car." I drag him over to my van, and he protests the entire time.

I slam his seat belt on and turn on childlock, keeping him in the car. I get in the drivers side and turn my van on.

"Where do you live?"

"Why do you care?"

"Cause I'm taking you home! You're drunk as shit!"

He shook his head. "Yeah, why do you care? You never usually do." He leans over to me, an inch between our faces.

I am smell the liquor on his breath. "I-"

"I think it's cause you like me."

"What? No!"

"Uh huh. You don't want to admit that you-" he pokes my chest hard. "The big bad Eddie Munson, actually kinda like me."

He leans even closer to me and I desperately want to close the gap between us and run away screaming at the same time.

That's when he kisses me. I lean into him before realising what was happening. He's drunk Eddie. It doesn't mean anything.

I push him back gently and he pouts. "You're drunk Steve."

He shakes his head and smiles slyly. "So? You liked it."