𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 - 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘 𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗨𝗔𝗚𝗘, 𝗩𝗜𝗢𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘.

𝙺𝙸𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁𝙻𝚈 𝙲𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙳𝚈

"Kim." I turned my head to the side and saw Eddie watching both me and Steve with the angriest expression known to man kind.

"Hey, baby!." I giggled and smiled with glee, moving Steve away from me and jumping up onto Eddie who reluctantly wrapped his arms around my body. "How was the campaign?." I asked with the biggest smile on my face, ignoring his pissed off expression he was directing at Steve.

"Good." His response was blunt. "You good, Harrington?" Eddie asked with an eyebrow cocked, looking to start a fight. "Looking to flirt with everybody's girlfriends tonight, are we?." He started on the boy.

"Stop it." I scolded him sternly, not wanting the chaos of the night to be between my boyfriend and my best friend.

"We wasn't flirting, freak. She's like my sister." Was Steve's defense, which sounded so creepy when you knew what he had done to me in the past.

"Fucking stop." I stood in between the pair of them, trying not to draw attention but Eddie wasn't having it anymore, he was sick and tired of thinking Steve wanted what he had.

Eddie could be a real jealous asshole when he wanted to be.

"It looked pretty fucking flirtatious from my point of view, douchebag." Eddie closed in on Steve, standing eye to eye with the fluffy haired boy who was now slightly shaking with anger.

I looked between the two boys either side of me and prayed that this wasn't going to end in blood and bruises. Why couldn't they just get along?

"Who are you calling a douchebag, freak? You're the one picking fights because you know she'd pick somebody else over you any day."  Steve hissed at Eddie, moving closer to his body and practically squashing me in between their chests.

"Steve!." I shouted at him and shoved him back, not allowing him to say such nasty and untrue things out of anger.

"Kim, leave it. Let him say what he wants to say." Eddie was smirking over at Steve which only meant he either was about to beat the living day lights out of him or he was un-phased. Honestly, it could've been both.

"You think she'd be with you if it wasn't for us?" Steve laughed, confusing me and apparently Kathleen who was stood at the back of Steve's couch along with everybody else just watching the scene unfold.

"I do actually. What have you ever done for her than treat her like shit? Huh, Steve? What have you done for Kimberly that's actually helped her? Fucking nothing. You're a piece of shit and you don't fucking care about her." Eddie spat at Steve who chuckled dryly and put his drink down on the kitchen island.

"Please. Stop it." I begged the pair of them, knowing this wouldn't end well for one of them. "Can we just leave? It's his birthday, Ed." I tried to whisper to him, pleading with the boy.

"I don't care if it's my birthday, Kim. He's not coming into my house and talking to me like he's god's gift." Steve answered for me. I turned to face him and sighed, knowing I had done everything I could to stop them.

With a shake of my head, I moved around Eddie and walked to Steve's stairs, ascending them and standing on his landing just listening to them argue for a little while.

"You think that I think I'm god's gift for caring for my girlfriend? Yeah okay." Eddie snickered. "You're full of shit, you know that?." He continued.

"Oh, I'm the one full of shit?" Steve chuckled in response.