premise: it's been a month of spending your summer days with eddie. a month that is closer to coming to an end. the feelings that have grown between the two of you within those days meaning a lot more to you than you want them to.
warnings: eighteen+ content, quick mentions of oral sex, come eating, weed mention, time jump, anxiety and panic attacks, blackmail, angst angst angst, fluff in the beginning to even it out tho, hickeys, mention of doing spicy things in public (fingering), trauma and emotional abuse at the hands of shit parents, diet culture.
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The Dio song from one of the many mixtapes that Eddie has generously gifted you over the last month-"to enlighten your musical taste buds" he had told you as he handed you two of them, then a third the week after that-plays loud enough that you're surprised the neighbors have yet to complain.
Your parents had ditched you; was it still considered ditching when you refused to go when your father would only ask out of pity from your mother not asking you? Escaping to their summer cabin with some friends for the weekend, leaving you home alone and blissed about it.
The three of you living like disgruntled roommates as you tried to never be home when they were. Them never asking you where you were, who you were with, what time you came home or left the house.
You're sure if you dig deep enough it makes you sad to know no one truly cares about your well being. That they probably would only notice you've disappeared once they realized you weren't cashing your monthly check.
But avoidance of feelings is bliss and while your parents weren't taking up space in your childhood home you were going to make the most of it.
Which is why you're sat at your bedroom window waiting to see that old rusted van come down the road, sticking out like a sore thumb, completely out of place with the large statured homes around it-and the barley scraping the owners salary, cars sitting in the driveway.
