𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘

the story

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。
From the beginning, you both had the same understanding of what this was.
Two friends having fun every once in a while. Two friends doing things that two people who were just friends wouldn't do with one another. Two friends that wanted something completely and utterly not serious because they both had just gotten out of shitty relationships and weren't in the right headspace to commit to anything.

You and Eddie agreed on it all.

And you two also agreed that you could never tell your friends about what you were doing.

You could only imagine the concerned and confused looks that would've been shared amongst them all if you and Eddie sat them down and told them about what had been happening for the past five months. Steve would think it was kinda weird and so random. Robin would say the same thing and also add that you two being each other's rebounds would only mess things up within the friend group in the long run. Nancy would go on and on about how this was not the way that you two should've been coping with your respective break ups, etc, etc.

Neither of you wanted to hear any of it, so with hushed whispers and the linking of pinkies in the middle of the night- moments after you two had drunkenly made out in the bathroom of The Hideout and were debating on whether or not you should move things to the back of Eddie's van that was parked right outside- this quickly became the best kept secret.

During group hangouts and other social situations, you and Eddie were just friends- nothing more, nothing less- but when you were alone, it was different.

In a way it was fucked up, and on some level you both could recognize that. Falling into each other's beds most nights was definitely not a good way to cope and deal with everything, just like Nancy would've told you both, but so far it was working perfectly fine. And how easy and okay it all was- how it somehow never felt weird or wrong to flip that switch and change your friendship into what it now was- only sometimes confused you.

And just for a moment, as you and Eddie sat in his van outside of Steve's house, you were hit with that confused feeling that also slightly surprised you. It was fleeting, as quick as it came it was washed away, and then it was forgotten.

"Come on," You mumbled against his lips before fully pulling away. "We need to go inside before they think we got into a tragic car crash while going to get this fucking ice."

"One more minute," Was all Eddie said in response as his lips found your neck.

You savored the feeling for a second before your hands came up to his chest to softly push him away. "Nope, no way. Do not give me a hickey right now, Munson."

He only laughed and you simply rolled your eyes at the sound as you opened the door and stepped out of his van. You headed to the back and Eddie followed suit, opening the doors so that you two could grab the ice that you'd been tasked with getting forty minutes earlier. You picked up one and he grabbed the other two, and then you pushed the doors back shut with your free hand.

"How you getting home tonight?" Eddie asked you. You knew what his question really meant- Are we going home together?

"Not sure yet. Might stay with Robin since it's her birthday and she said she's probably gonna just spend the night here. Or I'll drive with Nance," You answered, shoulders lifting in a small shrug.

Neither of those things would end up happening, you knew that you'd probably be leaving here with Eddie in a few hours. But it was nice to tease him right then, push his buttons a bit.

He only smiled at you, easily reading through the bullshit laced within your words, and was completely okay with playing along. "Okay, got it. I guess I don't have to worry about bringing you home."