91:Eddie Centric

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•Title: "I'm not gay"

•Requester:

•Warnings: uhm idk?

•Inspiration: I literally just remembered the song "I'm not gay" exists...

•Type: comedy?

A/N: Hope you enjoy this chaos. It'll probably be short

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Eddie is bouncing on the balls of his feet as he walks with chimney through the Lowes aisles.

"So, what happened to your drill?" Chimney asks as they walk.

"I may have lent it to Marisol," Eddie says, "I can't exactly call her up and ask for it back."

"Okay, so what are you looking for when it comes to your drilling needs?" Chimney asks as he looks at the shelves of various drills.

"I like that one," Eddie says as he picks up a drill that happens to be pink.

"Well, what about this one?" Chimney points to the same exact drill, just green.

"What? I can't pull off pink?" Eddie poses with the display drill in his hand, his other hand on his hip.

"I think I just figured out why you can't make a relationship last," Chimney says with a chuckle.

"I'm not gay," Eddie responds, "it was a joke."

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Eddie walks with Buck on one side of him and Chimney on the other. They just got out of a movie and are on their way back to the parking lot. Chimney is venting about the latest disagreement he had with Maddie about parenting. Neither Buck nor Eddie are listening, just occasionally making neutral sounds to pretend they are.

Buck is typing quickly on his phone while walking. Eddie is focusing on the path in front of him. A few guys around their age walk by, one of them lifting his shirt to wipe the sweat off of his face. In doing so, the man reveals his abs. Eddie's attention is caught, his head turning as the guy walks away. His attention is brought back to in front of him when he runs into a person, quickly apologizing.

"What the hell was that?" Chimney asks.

"What?"

"You just completely checked that guy out," Chimney responds, getting Buck's attention.

"Something you want to share with the class, Eddie?" Buck questions.

"I'm not gay."

"Oh? Wel, neither am I, but I also don't check out men so aggressively."

"That was not aggr-."

"So, you admit it," Buck says, pointing a finger towards his best friend.

"Really?" Eddie playfully rolls his eyes as he walks away.

"Eds, come on," Buck says as he catches up.

"I can think a guy is good looking and be straight," Eddie says.

"You could also be bi," Chimney says.

"Yeah, or pan," Buck adds, "you could also just not want a label."

"Oh my god, I'm not gay," Eddie says as he throws his head back.

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"LAFD, make some room," Bobby says as he leads the team through the crowd.

They reach the patient, Eddie looking at the scene with a sigh, trying to keep his eyes on his feet and his mind on the task at hand.

"It just had to be a gay strip club," he mutters as he gets materials out.

"So, you still sticking with that 'I'm not gay' story?" Chimney asks as he and Eddie treat the unconscious man.

"Chim," Eddie says in a warning tone as they load the patient onto the stretcher and walk back through the crowd.

"Hey, excuse me, firefighter... Diaz?"

"Yeah?" Eddie turns to face the man.

"Here's my number... If you ever want to grab a bite to eat... or a bite of me."

"Wow," Buck says as he walks over after the guy leaves, "you going to call him?"

"I'm not gay," Eddie says before he realizes his eyes are still trained on the path the man walked away in, "fuck it."

"What?"

"I'm gay," Eddie says, "I'm so fucking gay even I am surprised I have a biological child."

"Uh, okay, then," buck says, "well, you know this changes nothing, right? Just like when you found out about Tommy and I. We're still us."

"You know, I don't think I realized how much how I reacted meant before now," Eddie says as he and Buck walk towards the engine.

"Well, like you, I mean it," Buck responds, slapping his hand on Eddie's back before they drop the conversation and climb into the rig.

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A/N: Cute ending. If y'all want to know the song, I will try to link it but it's called "I'm Not Gay" by J Pee.

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