"I swear, if I'm dying tonight because of you, I'm gonna haunt your ass so hard, Harrington!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah! I'm gonna go full Poltergeist and shit!"
"Then bring it, Graveswood."
"Challenge accepted."
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In which after years of suppressing their...
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Chapter Ninety-Four: Make-ups And Movie Nights
(Suzie, Do You Copy?, Pt. 5)
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Eddie was already at Kingston Records by the time Rowan arrived.
Rowan barely listened to her aunt's farewell as she headed into the records store, the box in her hands as she opened the door, the bell dinging as she was met with the smell of vinyl and dust.
"Hi, welcome to Kingston Records, how may I—" Eddie started to rattle off, before he trailed off at seeing her. "Oh. Hi."
"Hi," Rowan greeted back, lifting the lid off the box to reveal the pizza inside, the mouthwatering aroma soon filling the store. "Want a slice before you head off for your date?"
Eddie stared at her, at the pizza, before he nodded. "Sure, Graveswood."
Rowan let the lid fall close, heading inside and putting the pizza box on the counter and opening it again. Eddie took a slice, Rowan taking her own, the two eating in silence accompanied by the background noise of Iron Maiden.
The silence between them stretched past the song that played when Rowan arrived had ended and switched over into a new one, as the slices were halfway finished, before Rowan lowered her slice and said, "I'm sorry."
Eddie looked at her, a flicker of confusion coming over his face before realisation took over, as Rowan continued.
"I'm sorry for lying. You were just being a good friend, and I—" Rowan went on, before Eddie cut in, "You have nothing to apologise for, Graveswood. I'm sorry."
Rowan blinked, stunned. "What?"
"Graveswoo—Rowan... I get you have shit in your past, shit you've never talked about, and I haven't pressed because I know you don't want to talk about it—you know me, especially with my shit in my past. I should have known you'd be the same about your headache and I crossed a line by continuing to ask," Eddie continued, as Rowan listened to Eddie's apology in stunned silence. "I'm sorry for pushing."
Rowan stared at Eddie, before she shook her head. "No, you don't need to apologise—you wouldn't have pushed if I hadn't lied."
"Yeah, and I wouldn't have pushed if I remembered it was you I was talking to. I don't even know why I did."
The two stared at each other, locked in a stalemate over pizza and mutual apologies, before Rowan said, "Look. Let's say we're both sorry for what happened last night, because we're just gonna go in circles all night."
"That works for me," Eddie agreed, a smile tugging at his lips. Rowan felt one tug at her lips, too.
