I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me) - Whitney Houston
or
Somebody To Love - Queen
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Eddie's PoV
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"Are you being fucking serious, Eddie? If you're pulling my fucking leg I'm going to fucking strangle you."
I shook my head, "I swear man I'm not kidding. I slept. In the same bed. As Brandy. Isabel. Mother. Fucking. Hunt. Last night."
Richie's eyes boggled out of his head for the second time. With his large frames, it made his eyes look even more ginormous than usual.
"Did you two fuck??" Richie asked with extreme intensity.
"Uh," I scratched my head, looking down awkwardly, "n- no. It wasn't like that," I mumbled.
"Oh?" Richie asked, "so you slept with Brandy, and didn't even think once that you could be the legend that fucked her?"
I was flustered beyond words, not knowing what to say.
"Look man, I didn't even consider it. That would make me just as bad as the dicks that try to get her drunk at parties! I don't want to be the first guy to casually get into her pants then walk out of her life."
I was having trouble concocting words.
"I- I want to be there for her. Be with her. And she wouldn't have gone along with it if I would have tried to pull any stunts either. I'm not like you Richie. Sex isn't my first thought."
Richie pondered this for a moment. "Well sex isn't my first thought, but it's definitely up there."
Richie continued to talk, "and I'd bet anything that if you made a move, she'd play along."
I rolled my eyes at my friend, "yeah right. You know she's way out of my league."
"I know man, but that doesn't seem to be stopping her. She slept next to you!"
"Well yeah! But- but she was probably just feeling sympathetic and sleeping with her friend! I bet she's slept in the same bed as Beverly before! Why would this mean anything different?"
"Well, dude. I don't know what to tell you to that. Maybe she just likes you as a friend. I don't have any fucking clue how the female brain works."
I laughed through a sigh, "I'm with you on that one. Girls are confusing as fuck."
Richie nodded, "but I know they totally dig me."
I smiled at his joke, "hell yeah they do."
Richie and I sat in silence for a moment.
"Want to play cards or something?"
I nodded and he swiftly grabbed a deck of cards from his bedside table, shuffling them.
I could hear his parents yelling downstairs. I wondered how Richie lived through the noise. My mother yelled at me, but Richie didn't have the luxury of parental abuse just being verbal.
He covered up his bruises well. Nobody ever noticed them.
I sighed, grabbing the cards he had dealt out to me.
My mind quickly traveled back to Brandy.
This couldn't be healthy. I couldn't think of anything else.
And the worst part was,
she'd never like me back.
I trudged up my front driveway and onto my porch. A letter laid on the steps. I grabbed it and opened the front door, examining that it was addressed to me.
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Dear Eddie,
I've had my eye on you for a while now. Probably for the past month or so. I don't think you know how cute you are. I'd like to meet you today, at 5:30, at the park. There are some things I'd like to maybe talk to you about. :)
With love,
Your secret admirer ♥︎
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Holy shit. It was a love letter. I'd never received one of these before.
My heart fluttered with excitement as I reread the loopy handwriting again. I played it over in my mind, softly touching the penmanship.
"Edward!" my mother called to me.
I looked up at her. She acted as if I did something wrong. She always did. Ever since that one fight. The fight where I chose where my loyalties lie.
"Where were you!"
I gulped back. "I was just at Richie's, Mama. Don't worry. I'm fine."
"You shouldn't have run off like that! You worried me sick!"
I shouldn't have run off. I should have been a better son. It's my fault my father hated me.
U sighed at her angry face. I wasn't up for fighting. I just wanted to be loved. I wanted someone to love me. Someone to make me feel special. Nobody made me feel like I was worth anything more than a piece of dirt. Except Brandy. But she was only a friend. She'd never want to be more than a friend with a fuck up like me.
I rubbed the letter in my hand and looked down at the ground, "I'm sorry, Mama. I'll do better next time, I promise."
My mother nodded and walked back towards the couch, plopping down.
I didn't need to think things through. I needed someone to appreciate me, and maybe this love letter held the key.
"Fuck it," I whispered, turning on my heal.
Who cared if I liked Brandy?
This girl liked me, and that was already more than I could say about Brandy.
Maybe I could settle for second.
Maybe I could get over this and learn to just be friends.
Maybe this was a good thing for me.
I whirled around on my heal and walked out the front door again.
I grabbed my bike from the garage and whirled it around, headed towards the park.
It was 5:20. I had spend almost all day at Richie's.
I didn't want to be late.
Maybe this was right.
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A/N:
Maybe the clouds are symbolic I mean who knows.
Also I couldn't pick just one song they both worked so well so ya know I just picked two.
ALSO I'M ABOUT TO CRY BC THIS STORY MAKES ME SO EMOTIONAL O O O O O O F
