Steddie And Other Stuff In Between oneshots \ smutshots

that dumb shirt.

Lmao

Steve POV
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“I have nothing to wear and it is becoming cold, if I don't find a sweater that doesn't have some stupid Christmas quote on it I will explode.” Eddie said throwing another sweater that had a Christmas quote on it “Why do you own so many of these” I said laughing “My damn aunt saw me one year, my uncle thought I should stay with her for a weekend, and she gave me piles if them, now half of my clothes are Christmas sweaters and clothes I wore when I was 7, and the good stuff.” he said, “When you were 7?” I said, still laughing “ya, my mom was high 24\7 and her ass was convinced I was a female with a dick so I have pink dresses a few skirts and some of those shirts parents force their kids to wear with something like *girl power* on them” Eddie said, getting up, holding one up, He was not impressed with me laughing

“Now you know what kind of family I come from” he said laughing, then going back into the closet looking again.

“Oh Jesus Christ! I know my clothes smell like shit but what is happening back here-” he said, picking a huge dark blue shirt up, the sent filling the room the same second it came out. “Holy shit, it can't be!” he said getting excited “Why are you all happy about a dirty shirt” I said “This shit was my father's,I can smell the cigarettes and him never washing his clothes from anywhere” Eddie said putting it in my face “Tell your dad to take something I call I shower or something else called a bath” I said pushing the shirt away.

“I ain't no grave cleaner, so, no can do” he said I was confused “Huh?” I said, he was laughing at my confusion “Ohhh” I said finally getting the joke, he continued to laugh, “I don't think joking is the best coping mechanism-” I said, he continued laughing, I don't get what was so funny the he kept laughing.

For the next few weeks I had to sleep next to cigarette and weed smelling shirt, Eddie smelled like weed, but this was a whole new level, I wanted to throw that thing in a washing machine or in a trash can, but I couldn't, he seemed happy that he found his dead father's shirt, so I dealt with it, he never washed that thing, and never let it be near anything that could ruin the smell.

I feel bad staying away from Eddie but I can't bare the smell. One day while Eddie took a shower I took it and threw it into a box and put it in the dirt, hoping he wouldn't find it. He was getting back into what I guess was the depression of losing his father again always being around it. I didn't want to see him upset about losing something of his fathers he just found, but I also didn't want to see him back in a depression that he already went through because of a smelly shirt.

When he looked for it I tried to hide my face, because I knew if he saw it he would know I did something to it. He was screaming to me if I'd seen it, I said no even though I knew exactly where it was and I'm the reason it's there.

He was upset the first few day's but he got over it pretty quickly. Thank goodness. But I also quickly noticed he would go back to the spot he found the shirt and start smelling and ramming through the closet, probably trying to find another one that was also owned by his father, because if he found one, their was a good chance their was another one.

So that's why I went through the closet when Eddie was at band practice trying to make sure if their was another shirt, he'd never find it, and well enough I found a bright neon orange shirt, same smell, under a bunch of boxes, followed by a neon pink one.

I put the two in the box with the last and went along with my day. Eddie must of actually knew about them because he came out of his room in a panic. I felt horrible knowing I had the three shirts, but why be so attached to a dead man's dirty shirts?

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I ended up giving them back, after awhile I remembered I had some dumb blanket that I had when I was younger that had a smell Eddie hated but he still put up with it, and still does, I'm just not attached anymore, and it's still there but not as much, so I'll put up with Eddie's dirty shirts, and hopefully like I did, it will wear off and he will only have them on or around the place every once in awhile.

“Hey Stevie” Eddie said “What..?” I said tired “i love you” he said, wrapping his arm around my neck a peace of cloth on the shirt right on my nose “I love you too” I said, A kissed him, drifting to sleep right after.