My Best Friend
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i somehow got home before Eddie did.
i wonder what Mike wanted from him. must be important since he's been gone so long.
i decide to start making dinner while i wait, i wasn't much of a cook but i knew how to make some bomb grilled cheese sandwiches.
just as i turn on the burner Eddie walks in. i smile and wave with the spatula, "how was Mike?"
something seemed off. he didn't excitedly run up to me and give me a hug like he usually does. not a hello, not a wave, nothing. i frown as he grabs a water bottle from the fridge.
"what's wrong?"
i seem to have pulled him from his trance, "huh? nothing sorry, i'm just thinking."
"did something happen at Mikes?" i ask concerned
"no, he just needed to talk to someone. he's not doin too good." he shrugs.
he walks into my chest and gives me a hug, i look down and notice a journal sticking out of his back pocket, "what's that?"
he seems to know what i'm talking about as he pulls it out of his pocket and runs his fingers down the leather cover, "Janes Journal, Mike wanted me to have it."
"well that's sweet, any juicy gossip in it?"
he laughs, "not really, just stuff about uni and her family and friends." he turns and starts walking to his room, "i gotta change out of this suit, what are you cooking?"
"grilled cheese, you know i can't cook."
he comes back out into the kitchen wearing shorts and one of my hoodies, "that's why i asked. i usually make dinner."
i pull him in by his waist and kiss his forehead, "i thought you could use a break."
he grins and buries his face in my chest as he lets out a deep breath. he looked more relaxed, i wonder what he was thinking about earlier.
"Bev called earlier and said Stan punched Bill in the face?"
i chuckle, "well he was asking for it," i start to explain, "apparently he blamed his drug addiction on us. he said he should've been dating you and not me."
Eddie furrows his brows, "i've never liked Bill that way, i've only seen him as a brother. i guess i can see why he's upset but really?"
i shrug, "love does some crazy things to people."
Eddie looks up at me a little weirdly, "why do you say that?"
"what do you mean?"
"have you done crazy things for me?"
i hum in thought, "besides keeping it a secret that i was mugged and almost bled out on your floor from my parents so that we wouldn't move and i could be with you.. i don't think so."
he laughs softly and looks away nervously, "i'm gonna go do some schoolwork in the living room," he kisses my cheek, "i love you."
i get back to flipping the sandwiches as Eddie makes himself comfortable on the couch with his laptop. my phone rings and i tuck it between my ear and shoulder
"what's up dad?"
i see Eddie glance at me.
"why did Eddie ask where you were last Friday? did you do something again?"
i look over at Eddie with furrowed brows but he pays no attention to me, "what did you say?"
"i told him you were with me, don't worry."
