It's the summer of 1992, Pearl Jam are currently housed up in Vancouver recording an album. By a stroke of luck, Eddie meets a down to earth woman that may just change his perception on love.
Timelines: Eddie and Beth never meet, leaving Eddie to be single at the beginning of this story.
Mature content: Towards the end of Chapter 3 there will be some sexual content, you've been warned! But lets be real, who doesn't want Eddie smut?
SUMMER OF 1992
Eddie's POV
Water. It happens to be the first thought that crosses my groggy mind after waking from a drunken slumber. My parched lips let out an indistinct growl from the back of my throat as I frantically search the bedside table beside me, then the messy floor under me. No luck. I rise to my feet, only to be meet with a violent rattle from my stomach. Existing the room quickly, I shove past a confused Jeff in the hallway, before bursting into the bathroom. While expelling what seems to be all the contents from my stomach, I begin cursing myself for being seduced by tequila once again.
Upon entering the common area in the house, I receive a variety of stares from my amused band mates, who also happen to be my roommates at the moment. Stone is the first one to break the silence with a soft but sarcastic tone,
"Good morning, you look ravishing and well rested this morning."
The rest of the guys exchange glances and burst into laughter, while Stone fills up a glass with lots of ice and cold water. I am so thankful for the water, that I let the comment slide. From the corner of my eye I spot the empty tequila bottle on the kitchen table; my stomach rattles again.
"Hey, listen Ed... hate to do this to you while you're in this state, but it's your turn to mail Epic Records the updated tracks. They've been riding our asses about it for the past week, impatient fuckers." Jeff calls out from the hallway.
Damn, right, the tracks. I had almost completely forgotten about them. Lately everything seemed like a blur. Since our Album Ten dropped, the band's schedule has been so hectic. Tours, signings, promoting, supporting local shows, every day is something. However, at the beginning of last week we took a break from life on the road to start recording songs for our next album. Our Record label landed us a sweet accommodation in British Columbia; A large house with a huge built-in studio in the basement.
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I grab my brown corduroy jacket and head out the door; throwing my 'White Sox' hat on backwards on top of my messy curls. Although I didn't even bother to brush my teeth or change out of last night's clothes, I make sure to grab my notepad of song lyrics and shove it into my inside pocket beside the envelope containing the tapes. Priorities.
The post office was only a block or two away, so I made it there in good time. I scan the room for an employee, but instead I spot a bell with an attached note, 'Ring for Service'. I oblige, tapping the rusty bell softly. A few moments pass, and I hear someone exiting the door to the back room.
