Classic 70s/80s rock/metal imagines

Eddie Vedder - again

Context - Angel and Eddie were best friends with strong feelings.

1991
----- Girls Name - Angel Faye

I WAS SITTING ON THE STEPS OF Eddie's apartment. Waiting for him to walk out of it.

Or should I say his girlfriends apartment.

Ex girlfriends.

They had been broken up months prior to this very moment, but eddie just needed the rest of his box of stuff.

But she refused to give it to him.

There is too much drama.

So here I was, sitting on the concrete stairs in front of her front door, waiting for Eddie to he shoved out.

"And never come back!"

Eddie was pushed out of the front door with a box of his stuff, a wide ol' smile.

"And tell Angel to stop smoking on my porch!"

I gasped, offened, "How rude!"

Eddie laughed and helped me up, shaking his head, "What's rude is her throwing head flowers at me!"

I started walking down the steps, laughing at him, "Is that why there's a stem in your hair?"

He smacked his lips together, ruffling his hair around, trying to get it to fall out.

"Hold on," I grabbed his head, picking the stem out of his hair for him.

"Thank you!" He smiled, walking again.

"Yea yea," I waved off, "are you still gonna move in today?"

He shrugged, "Why not?"

I looked at him, then back to the front of me.

"Don't you dare," he started, already knowing what I was gonna do.

"Whoever gets there first buys food!" I said as I took off, Eddie close behind me.

My house wasn't too fair from his exes, so running was just like a quick workout.

As soon as we got to the front porch, Eddie was panting like a dog behind me, his forhead on my shoulder.

"Tired?" I asked, unlocking my front door.

"You think?"

"Of course," I nodded as I opened the door.

"So what do you wanna have for dinner, angel."

I shrugged, "I don't know, you pick."

"So you made me run all the way here, just for me to have to pick the dinner?"

I shrugged, grabbing his stuff and placing it on the counter.

He plopped down on the couch, annoyed of me already.

"Pizza?"

"Pizza."
....

"Ew, the pizza guy gave me his number," I say as I throw out the paper with his number on it.

"Oh." Eddie said quietly.

"He was ugly," I laughed, grabbing a pizza from the box.

"So you're not gonna go out with him?"

"No, definitely not," I shook my head, "my eyes fall in line with someone else."

I hopped over the couch, sitting back onto it.

"Really?" Eddie asked, "who?"

I looked at him, then looked back at the mtv music video.

"Oh, look! There's even flow!" I changed the subject, pointing to his bands music video on the tv.

I was dodging the question, yes. No way was I gonna openly admit to the 'person that had my eye' that I 'had my eye on them', what?

I was scared to, I mean, Eddie is my best friend. I don't want a little crush to ruin the best friendship I've had.

Eddie, unfortunately, didn't buy it, though. He was leaning on the back of the couch, silent while eating pizza.

He did wait till the end of the music video, though, and maybe a couple more before he spoke.

"Why can't you tell me?"

I sighed, wiping off my hands from the pizza grease, "I can, but I won't."

"Is it chris? Stone?" He asked, "I mean, I wouldn't care, ya know, but Chris is married."

"No, not Chris OR stone."

He sat by me on the couch, staring at me, "Tell me."

"No," I said to him, getting up from the couch.

"But whyyy!" He followed me.

"Because!"

"Because why?"

"Because eddie!"

"Because why!"

I groaned in annoyance, walking past him to the living room.

He went from behind me and picked me up, "Tell me!"

"No!" I tried to pull his grasp away, "let me go!"

"Not till you tell me!"

"Oh my god!" I huffed, "you're fucking me with a chainsaw at this point!"

"Just tell me!"

"Fine!" I yelled, "it's you okay? Holy shit, okay! I told you!"

He let go, silent as a ghost.

"See, and that's why I didn't want to tell you, eddie!"

I tried to walk off, but he stopped me, pulling me in and kissing me.

Cliche, right?

He pulled away, still an arm warped around my back, "Will you stay still for 2 minutes?"

"Sorry," i mumbled.

"I had the same feelings, okay?" He moved hair from his face, "but we aren't rushing, got it?"

"Got it." I nodded.

"Now shut up, and let's watch a movie!"

Didn't go how I expected, but hey! But then what I expected!

Now, let's hope we don't break up.

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I'm js publishing old drafts atm