𝔼𝕕𝕕𝕚𝕖 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕏 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖

The Bar, pt. 3

Howdy's pov:

My thoughts were blurred from the fact that I had already had four drinks tonight. After I got finished singing that stupid song for Eddie, I was ready to just spend the rest of the night with Frank. We had started dating last night, and no one else in the neighborhood knew. Julie had suspicions, and they were going to be confirmed tonight. I was going to show as much public affection for Frank as I possibly could. In all honesty, I wanted to do this a long time ago, but we waited because Eddie was still going through a phase for them, and I still wanted to be his best friend. 

"Hey, you wanna come sit with me and my partner at the bar?" Eddie asked me. 

I reluctantly agreed. But, before I was going to go over there, I was gonna talk to Frank. While Eddie raised up his partner and made me super jealous, I reached down to them. 

"Hey hot stuff," I whispered. 

"Why don't you take a seat? My hands are pretty cold, I need someone to hold them. I also want to kiss that pretty guy that was just on stage," Frank smiled back.

"Later lovebug, Eddie wants me to go have a few drinks with him. I promise I'll be back after a couple shots, then my body temperature will be warm enough for you. But I can definitely give you a quick kiss," I respond. 

I stand up to straighten my back. Frank does so too, and wraps their soft hands around my waist. 

"Why don't you go sit down at the bar with me and Howdy? He needs a couple of drinks to forget about that," Eddie laughs.

"Hey, I wasn't that bad! You owe me!" I interrupt. 

Eddie rolls his eyes playfully at me. I figured it was about time for us to go, so I lean in and kiss Frank. Their cheeks light up in excitement and I felt slightly better. I turn around back to Eddie to see his happy face structure droop down. A terrified look was plastered on his face along with some tears. He just saw me kiss them. And he's jealous. I'm sick and tired of just pleasing Eddie. Not being able to like Frank around him. Not being able to go out for weeks so that he can have "alone time" at the bar. At that moment, I was fed up. Absolutely livid. He was going to know what it's like to be me now. 

When we sit down at the bar, I'm surprised he has enough confidence to sit beside me. I'm glad he did because I want him to be able to hear what I'm about to say. 

"You know her?" I heard Y/N whisper to him. 

"Oh yes, Eddie used to come here very often after the incident," I drunkenly sass. 

Eddie mumbled something, but I didn't care what he had to say. His little "partner" was going to know about Frank and Eddie. I knew good and well that Eddie was using them to get over Frank, and I wasn't going to let a kind person like the be treated that way. 

"What incident?"

"The time when he was rejected,"

"By who?"

He downs three shots of vodka. I procced with our conversation. 

"Oh just someone he knows so very well,"

Eddie swivels his chair to face me. His face was a light pink, and not because of Y/N. He was so embarrassed of what I was saying. The fact that I brought up on his night out all the things that have happened to him. 

"You're getting into very dangerous territory," he growled at me.

Even though his face was trying to look fierce, really in his eyes he was pleading for mercy. I knew I should've stopped there, that's what any good friend would do. But I was so drunk and angry, I ignored the warning signs. I wanted to have him begging out loud. 

"Is that so? Or can I talk about how carefully you planned it all out and asked just to be told you were nothing more special to them than any of the other neighbors?"

That was like pouring salt onto an open wound. His eyes got glossy and wet with tears. I could also hear his breathing get heavier and heavier, almost like he was hyperventilating. His knuckles became white as he grasped a shot glass. Y/N reached around to him with a napkin to wipe his tears, and he had the audacity to pull away. I found that funny. He's so hard headed, that even when someone who truly loves him tries to help him, he pushes them away. I laugh to myself. 

"Do you still miss them that bad? So bad that it makes you jealous whenever I kiss them?" I ask. 

"Howdy leave me alone!" he retaliated.

"Get a life and get over it! I thought you loved Y/N? Why do you still care about Frank so much?"

"Because they were my first love! Maybe I can't accept the fact my best friend is kissing them!" 

Y/N runs to the bathroom and slams the door. I almost feel a little bad for them, but I'm too hung up with being mad at Eddie to care. 

"Y'know what? You were my first love, Eddie. Do you see me kissing your ass? I think the hell not. Move on!" 

"You bitch!" 

Eddie pov:

They were giving Frank bandages. Sally was trying to find Y/N. Frank was frantically dialing up Poppy to see if she could get us a ride. I was picking up the pieces of my emotional mess. 

"Thank you so much, we promise to be waiting for you. Thank you Mrs. Partridge, Bye," Frank hung up the phone.

They spun their head around and looked at me.

"Eddie, come outside with me. Now," he demanded. 

I dragged myself outside with them. They grabbed both of my hands and looked into my eyes. They twisted the silver dagger they jabbed in my heart. 

"What?" I sigh. 

"Stop doing this. You're not winning me over. And please, give Howdy some slack. He's only trying to help," they try to explain. 

"You're happy, right?" I mumble.

That's all I the words I can muster before I pass out in his arms. 

to be continued in the chapter: snakes and spurs