☆Idiots☆

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(𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 ☆'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠.)
*𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟗𝐭𝐡*
*𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐎𝐕*

"Eddiebear, wake up sweetie, you'll be late." Eddie's mother, Sonia, spoke from above him, shaking him lightly.

He knew her tone of sweetness was fake. But he didn't give a shit. As long as she wasn't physically abusing him, he could care less.

"I'm awake." He mumbled quietly, signaling for her to leave him be.

"Alright. I'll be back to check you're really up in 15 minutes." She said before walking out the room, shutting the door behind her.

"Stupid bitch..." He whispered quietly enough to where she couldn't hear it if she was outside the door listening, she tends to do that often.

He quickly got ready, and as Sonia said, she made sure he was up after 15 minutes.

He was just about to leave the house before hearing his name being called from behind him.

"Eddie dear, did you feed your cat?" Sonia asked in the annoying voice Eddie hated ever so much.

"Yes, I fed her, can I leave now?"

"Yes."

He quickly walked out of his house, desperately wanting to get away from the crazy person known as his ‘mother’ that he lived with.

He felt a vibration comeing from his phone and took it out quickly, knowing it was a text message, considering the fact he didn't get notifications from anything else.

𝙍𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚😍
𝐻𝑒𝑦

Eddie smiled to himself before texting the dark haired boy back.

𝙔𝙤𝙪(Eddie)
𝙷𝚒 :)

𝙔𝙤𝙪
𝙶𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢?

𝙍𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚😍
𝐶𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦, 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜🤷‍♀️

𝙍𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚😍
𝐴𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢?🤨

𝙔𝙤𝙪
𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍.

𝙍𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚😍
𝐴𝑙𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑐𝑦𝑎 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛? 𝐵𝑦𝑒𝑒 :)

𝙔𝙤𝙪
𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑. 𝙱𝚢𝚎𝚎𝚎 :))

Eddie put his phone back into his pocket and smiled, forgetting all about his mother and her stupid voice, as he continued his walk to the school.

"Eddie! Wait up!" Eddie heard a far too familiar voice call from behind him.

"Who the fuck..?" He whispered to himself as he turned around, even if the voice was familiar, he still couldn't quite recognize who it belonged to.

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