Apple Colors on my Cheeks.

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TW: Overthinking, fluff and romantic stuff 🤢🤮, talk of eating disorder, talk of alcohol, talk of abuse, WDYM THERE'S NO WALLY! (Edited Aug 20)

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Eddie's POV:

I led my worried Frank home, and got him sat down on the couch with a cup of chamomile tea. Immediatley, he starts asking questions so fast it could make my head spin instead of his. 

"Hun, you're rambling again. One question at a time." I said, holding his hand while sitting next to him.

He angled himself so that his body could face me. "Wally smelled a bit weird." I chuckled at his bluntness, though he made a confused face when I did. I didn't mind it.

"I know."

Frank seemed even more confused. "But why? He smelled so bitter, he usually smells like apples! Or- or Barnaby!"

Frank's POV:

He broke eye contact with me as I said that last part, what could he be thinking.

"Eddie, what happened." Shit, I may have sounded lots more upset than I intended to.

Eddie didn't look upset in the slightest, seeming like he was holding back a laugh. In an instant, he was on the floor, wheezing and gently tapping his hands on the ground. "He smells like Barnaby?" He asked me through giggles. 

"Am I lying? Yes, he smells like Barnaby, especially after their sleepovers." I responded, so confused.

Eddie only laughed harder.

This was agitating. I wanted a straight answer- no. I needed a straight answer. "Eddie, why are you laughing?!"

"Okay, okay. Let me explain."

(After a whole explanation)

I was shocked, everything that happened in the last month was just so hard to comprehend.

"So let me get this straight. You enlist the help of Barnaby, go into the forest, find Wally drunk in said forest, and he flirts with Barnaby?"

Eddie nods seriously.

My head is spinning. "Where did he even get alcohol?!"

Eddie sighs. "I don't think that matters."

"Of course it matters! Howdy would NEVER give Wally alcohol."

Eddie's eyebrows raise. "Maybe you should ask him."

I should...


Later, Barnaby's POV:

Wait... He said I was hot?!?!?!


I sat in my living room, not wanting to be in my bed. Was I aware that he was drunk? Yes. Was I aware that he probably didn't mean it? Yes. Is it going to affect me? Yes.

Was this going to affect our relashionship?... no.

It couldn't.

He's my best friend, nothing more, nothing less. If he calls me hot, then that's just his opinion... I wouldn't want Wally to think I was ugly, right? I wouldn't... He's my best friend, and best friends didn't have mean thoughts about eachother, that's not how friendship works. So if he thinks I'm hot, that should be just a good, friendly, platonic thing.

Am I overthinking again?

Yet still, I sat in my living room, not wanting to be in my bed... With Wally.

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Whooo, another chapter completed! It took me too long to write, and a mistake with the publishing date, but it's all worth it. You are all so important to me, so have a good day or night.

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