The boys angst

9. Eddie x Narrator 🥀

This chapter is another alternate universe one!
This idea was from one of my readers

Snotfaceclown

(Hope I don't let you down with this one clowny) *winky face*

Enjoy!

Eddie's pov

I woke up groggy after a late night. I didn't get to bed until about five in the morning since I was up all night clubbing with the boys.
Narrator came along that time, which was unusual since he usually stays behind since he can't drink alcohol. He wasn't drinking, but he was high as shit and he kept on flirting with me.
I laughed it off every time of course, but it was crazy how serious he sounded.
He even managed to make me blush a few times.
I even start to blush when I think about the comments he made.

I wiped the sleep from my eyes, got dressed and went downstairs. The rest of the boys were already there, except for Juicy.

"What happened last night?" Juicy groaned, walking into the living room a few minutes after I did, and flopping down on the couch beside me.

"You don't remember?" Josh asked, looking at Juicy with fake concern.

"No...?" Juicy mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

"Dude... We fucked." Josh said, and laughed his ass off at Juicy's reaction.

"No I'm playing, nothing happened we just went clubbing then went home. You got fucking wasted though." Josh said between laughs.

"Yeah, the only intimate thing that happened was Narrator fucking flirting with Eddie." Mully laughed, and Narrator looked up from his phone curiously.

"Fuck you I was not." Narrator said, though it sounded more like a question than a statement.

"Yes you were! You so were! You were high as shit and all you did the entire time we were out was flirt with Eddie." Josh said, pointing his finger from me to Narrator.

I laughed and nodded when Narrator looked at me asking for confirmation. He started laughing hard once I nodded.

"I swear to god Narrator, you are a fucking zest fest every time you get high." Josh laughed.

"So are you when you're drunk! You fuckin' touch alcohol and all the sudden you're hitting it off with Juicy." Narrator said, pointing at Josh accusingly, and Juicy nodded, smirking.

Narrator laughed along, agreeing with most of what we were saying about him. I could tell he was still confused about the zest fest part, but I'm glad he knew how to laugh stuff off, especially when the boys love to get a kick out of picking on him so much.

I looked at him, his laugh made me smile, and I found myself staring. The sun was shining through the window, and it hit his eyes in a way that made them look, beautiful. His head turned towards me, and I looked away quickly, not wanting anyone to catch me staring.

People say that the first thing you fall in love with when you look at a person is their eyes. That's what my mother always told me. I believed her, and she was right. I fell in love with my best friend, and I only have one word to say about that.

Fuck.

The next day, I woke up with a horrible sore throat, and I got up to get a glass of water, and I found a few small flower petals in my bed. The petals were the shape of rose petals, but it couldn't have been from a rose, because I've never seen a rose in such a beautiful blue color.

I took a sip of water and started coughing, and it hurt. I covered my mouth with my hand, and when I pulled my hand away from my mouth, there were those weird rose petals again, and there was blood on them. By the time I was done coughing, there was a small handful of bloody blue petals sitting in my palm.