It's Not That Complicated (Steddie)

He killed somebody.

When they pulled away from the kiss, Eddie had a slight dazed and confused  look on his face but quickly recovered and took another tissue to wipe his nose. 

Robin gasped. "Wow, Steve! And you couldn't even come out to me?" She put her hand to her heart and dramatically fell to the ground. Vickie stared and just nodded and smiled. Steve rolled his eyes and wiped the blood off his face.

"This is my way of coming out. Surprise." Steve waved his hands in the air unenthusiastically. Robin squealed and exclaimed; "Now we can all be gay together!" She hugged Vickie and kissed her on the cheek, and Vickie returned it with a kiss on the forehead. 

Meanwhile Eddie was still trying his best to maintain his bloody nose, having multiple tissue piles with no signs of it slowing down. Steve noticed and asked him; "D'you need more? I can get some." 

"Probably. It'sh not shtopping anytibe soon." Eddie answered, ice pack and rag on the bridge of his nose, tissues held against it. Steve smiled and went to the basement to get more tissues. Now Eddie was the girls point of attention; since they hadn't heard about their "relationship", they needed answers to their questions.

"When did you start dating?" Robin asked, but Vickie interrupted with; "Where did you meet?" They then both apologized, which Eddie then felt like an uncomfortable third wheel for the five seconds it lasted. "We started dating two weeks ago, and we met at the pizza place." He tried to make it as believable as he could.

"Ooh! That means Steve went to the pizza place before I asked him too? Was he just going for you?" Robin teased, while Vickie said; "How romantic! Imagine, a burnt out pizza worker thinking this would be a normal order, but what do they know? It's their future boyfriend! He writes his number inside the pizza box and gives it to him, winking knowingly, and prays he gets a text. Little does he know, the other man is typing in his number at that very exact moment, hoping he responds quickly! Both of them longing for each other, setting it up for a perfect relationship. They text and get to know each other while setting up multiple dates, slowly growing closer and closer. Finally, they share a kiss and make it official! And everything is perfect and cute, because they have each other." 

Both Robin and Eddie stared at Vickie, listening to her ramble about the made up fantasy.

"We could recreate that, if you want." Robin flirted, putting her arms around her. "Oh, that would be so sweet!" Vickie sighed. 

"What did I miss?" Steve had arrived with the tissues, which was fortunate, considering Eddie had almost used up all of the tissues in the first tissue box just as he came up the stairs. "Nothing much, just Vickie daydreaming about a romantic set-up." Robin said; "Which I am going to make true!" Steve raised an eyebrow and put the tissues on a small stand next to Eddie. 

"Hey, I was thinking; do you guys want to stay the night here? I have alcohol." Steve said.

"You got me on the word alcohol!" Robin exclaimed. Vickie snickered and nodded. Eddie shrugged and said; "Sure. What elshe do I habe to do anyway?" Steve giggled at his voice and was about to say something before Robin pointed out a small setback.

"You only have two bedrooms though- the one for your parents and yours. And you always say you never let people sleep on the couch." She said. Steve shrugged and said; "Eddie can sleep with me. It's not that big of a deal." Eddie's head perked up at that, and right after he winced because of his nose. Steve glared at Eddie. "Right?" 

"Yup. It'sh fine." 

"Great." 

V V V

So. Much. Music. Taylor Swift was blasting on the radio, Love Story playing on max. Steve's ears were starting to hurt and Robin and Vickie AND Eddie were all wasted. He had decided to be the mature one and not get super drunk. Wrong move; he now had to deal with this bunch.

"Come on, Steve, get up and dance!" Robin yelled, slightly slurred. Big surprise, another cup was in her hand. Whatever headaches she got in the morning was not his problem. Vickie was a more laid down drunk, thank god, mostly sitting down or falling asleep.

And Eddie.. he didn't know WHAT category to put him in. Emotional? Sad? Too honest?

"Steve!" Eddie yelled out from the back porch. "Yeah?" Steve yelled back in return. 

"I killed somebody!" 

Steve's body froze; what did he say? Panic arose in his mind and all he could think about was the  fact that he would have to go to court and police would get involved. He practically sprinted to the back porch.

"Who?! Where?" He asked, scared as hell. Eddie was crying and pointed down. "Right there."

Steve followed his finger and his eyes went to a frog that was on it's back, kicking its legs, swiveling around. "I- a frog?" He asked, confusion in his eyes.

"Yeah! Look at it, it's dead! Oh my god, I killed it! I'm a murderer, Steve!" Eddie was still in tears, practically sobbing, and holding onto Steve. The stress left Steve's body and, dare he say it, he found this all incredibly adorable.

"No, look, you just kicked it. It's still alive. Or maybe you tripped over it, I don't know, but whatever happened, I think it's time we all go to sleep." Steve sighed.

"Noo! I can't go to sleep a murderer!" Eddie wailed.  "You have to!" Steve shouted and dragged him inside.

He clapped his hands loudly, turned off the music and shouted; "Bedtime!" Like the mother he is. He got groans (and some crying) from them, but they all reluctantly went upstairs. 

"Are you going to sleep in jeans?" Steve asked a distraught Eddie.

"It's a memorial for the frog." Eddie sniffled and hopped onto the bed, sprawling out like a starfish. Steve pushed him over and got on as well. "You're going to have a splitting headache tomorrow." Steve laughed, but Eddie was already knocked out cold. 

Steve sighed and shut his eyes, but suddenly was grabbed by Eddie.

"Ugh- Eddie, what?" Steve asked, tired. Eddie was hugging him like you would a stuffed animal, wrapping his arms around his waist, trying to get as close as possible. Steve tried to escape but Steve wasn't very good at it, being tired and in the dark. He finally just left Eddie cuddle him and tried his best to fall asleep. It was almost as if Eddie was doing this for.. comfort? 

A/N 

Say RIP for the frog 🪦😔👊