𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 - 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘 𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗨𝗔𝗚𝗘, 𝗗𝗥𝗨𝗚 𝗨𝗦𝗨𝗔𝗚𝗘

𝙺𝙸𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁𝙻𝚈 𝙲𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙳𝚈

The drive from school to my house felt longer than it actually was, and with Steve following behind me I was panicked that he would be an asshole and crash into the back of the van just to piss Ed off that bit more. They despised one another and I had no clue how to resolve their hatred. Things would only get worse if Eddie ever found out what happened between me and Steve after his 16th.

When we arrived back at my house, my fathers car had disappeared meaning I had easy access to our long driveway that could easily fit 2 cars on it, but my father said it was a pain in the ass to reverse off of it so he never parked his car there.

Steve pulled in behind me as I jumped out of Eddie's van with his lunch box full of drugs, shutting his engine off and locking the van as Steve walked up to me.

"Have you told your mum and Hacker?" Steve asked, referring to my dad by his name. I nodded and unlocked my front door, letting Steve in before I closed it again. "I'm surprised they didn't force him to the hospital." He added on.

"They would've if they had seen him last night. I tried to but he was adamant about no hospitals." We ascended the stairs as I spoke, opening my bedroom door and seeing Eddie sat up watching some crap on the television I never used in my bedroom. He had a joint in his hand, still dressed in the clothes I had given him last night.

"Morning." He said to me with a smile before he saw Steve walk in behind me and that same smile disappeared. "Harrington." He said bluntly before turning back to the tv.

"Don't be rude, Munson. I'm here for moral support." Steve replied to Eddie smugly, shutting the door behind him and walking over to my window, opening it so he could sit out of it as I did when I was smoking.

"Pfft. Moral support my ass." Eddie scoffed at Steve and took another drag of his spliff, or my spliff should I say, wincing with every puff he took.

"Alright. Give it a rest, you two. I didn't bring him here to listen to you both bicker like children." I told them bluntly, going around my room as I spoke and picking up bits of clothing. "How are you feeling?." I asked Eddie as I shoved the clothes into the laundry basket in my room.

Jesus, I was even thinking like an American now. What had they done to me?.

"Like shit. I took the painkillers and antibiotics you left for me and I feel a bit less shit than when I woke up, but it wasn't enough." Eddie told me, indicating the reason why he made himself a joint. "I hope you don't mind." He held the joint out for me to take as he spoke about it.

"Of course I don't. Anyway.." I took it from his fingers and inhaled some before I carried on speaking. "I went to your house, checked on your uncle Wayne, who looks like shit, by the way. I've got your van and your lunch box as well." I pulled his keys from my jumper and put them down on my bedside table, looking over to Steve who had placed Eddie's lunch box on my dresser behind him.

"You don't happen to have any stronger drugs other than weed, do you?" Steve asked Eddie with a smirk, earning a smack on the bicep from me and a laugh from Eddie who knew Steve was only trying to annoy me.

"Don't make me push you out of that window." I warned him half serious, watching a smile creep on his face at my words. "Right, take your top off." I ordered Eddie, who huffed and did as I told. I passed the joint to Steve so I could change Eddie's dressing and check his wound.