Eddie's perspective
'Fixing things' had proven much harder than I'd expected. After the argument with my mother, I somehow found myself back at Bill's doorstep.
If you're wondering why I chose to attend to my dilemma with Bill first, it was solely because I knew that if things went well, he'd be able to help me with the bigger problem. ( Or, louder problem )
I needed to man up and apologise. After all, I was in the wrong. Bill was such a good friend, and the last thing he deserved was to be dealing with my attitude. He already had Stan to deal with in that category, and any possible moody add ons definitely wouldn't be appreciated.
Bringing my train of thought to a halt, I finally outstretched my arm and gave his door a rough knock.
There was no answer for a moment, the slight sound of someone shouting up the stairs audible through the letter box.
The door opened after less than a few seconds, my eyes automatically falling on the two boys who stood at the entrance.
Stan was over at Bill's again. ( Who do they think they're fooling? )
When Stan saw me, his immediate reaction was to glance over at Bill. The two boys stared at eachother for a moment, leaving me to wallow as they did their fancy silent communication.
Stan smiled softly, eyes still flicking between me and Bill. "Eddie, hi!"
"Hey. Can we talk?" I asked, rather bluntly.
Stan stayed silent, waiting for his boyfriend's approval towards my question. Bill stalled, looking at me as if considering whether or not to let me speak, before smiling slightly. "Yeah, okay."
Relief surged over me as I returned his smile, slipping through the gap in the doorframe and welcoming myself into the house.
*
We all stayed silent as Bill lead me and Stan into the living room, until Stan finally cleared his throat and spoke up.
"So..." He laughed nervously, likely not wanting another argument to play out. And at that, neither did I. There'd already been a significant amount of arguments between me and the others recently, and it had to stop.
"So..." I repeated Stan's word, grinning at the two equally awkward boys. They both looked at their feet.
This obviously wasn't going to be easy, I'd just have to say it myself.
I took a deep breath, preparing myself for what I was going to say before blurting out:
"I'm sorry. I've been an ass, and neither of you deserve being put through what how I've been acting. I should've thought about how you guys felt, it was stupid of me to hate you two just because you didn't have the same opinions as me. I didn't mean it, really. I didn't mean any of it, I was just confused and-" I paused, realising that I'd gone off on a ramble session. Stan and Bill were barely listening, and from what I could see, it looked like they were laughing.
I sat there speechless, for once, at the fact that they found this funny.
Stan clutched Bill's arm, practically in hysterics at this point. "I- Eddie, it's fine." He laughed, attempting to suppress his fit of giggles.
"What?"
For the first time in what felt like forever, Bill spoke up. "It's not a big deal, Eddie. Yeah, you've been an ass, but so have we. You know we can't hold grudges."
I smiled, seeing as I wasn't half doubting the idea of him automatically kicking me out after I brought all that up. This was going much better than I'd expected, and I was only about half an hour into my plan.
