Rich Girl - Daryl Hall & John Oates
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I walked with Eddie back to my house, pain and regret etched into my mind.
Eddie looked paler than usual.
"Are you all right?" I asked him, concern in my voice.
I could do this. I could still be a supportive friend to him. Who cared if he would end up marrying Violet?
I care.
He nodded hesitantly, "yeah- uh, just nerves I guess."
I rubbed his shoulder, "it'll be okay. You'll do great. Remember, she already said she likes you."
Eddie turned to me, rushing a response, "yeah, but what if I like someone else?"
I was taken aback. How could he have Violet and like someone else? Most boys could only dream of having her. Heat ran through my body, another wave of numbness washing over me.
I shrugged my shouldered, "well I don't know. Does she like you back?"
Eddie stopped walking, sighing slightly.
"No," he mumbled.
"I've liked her since pretty much as long as I could remember." He sounded in pain by this.
I clenched my fists slightly. Who could ever hurt him like this? His face was laced with emotion, sadness relevant through him.
I physically winced. I couldn't bare seeing him like this. I wanted to go shake this girl until she realized how lucky she was. If only she knew she had everything I suddenly wanted.
If only I would have realized sooner. I would have tried to woo him before Violet was even in the picture.
He still would have chosen Violet.
I shuddered at my thoughts. What was happening to me? I've never been like this over a dumb boy.
I was strong. I was an independent woman. Who needed a man? Not me. I didn't need to have Eddie. I was perfectly capable of living life without him. I lasted 17 years without him and i was perfectly fine. I could last. I would last.
"Listen," I turned to Eddie once more, looking up into his big brown eyes. I touched his hand and saw him wince, as if my touch was painful. I quickly let go, realizing his distaste for the position.
"I get that you've liked her since forever, but obviously she doesn't realize your worth. And you're better than sitting around and waiting for a girl to like you back. You're way too good for whoever she is." I gulped back, looking down then back up at him again. I bit my lip, feeling a bit uncomfortable.
He wheezed his cute little wheeze, swiftly grabbing his inhaler and taking a puff.
"If only she didn't make it so damn hard."
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We arrived at my house. Eddie looked at my big tree, sighing slightly.
I smirked at him, "do you need some help, doll?"
"No!" Eddie defended, flustered.
He found a foothold and began to climb up to my window.
I walking in my front door, jogging up to my room, as nobody else was in the house to talk to. I could have told Eddie that no one was home and he could walk in through the front door, but it was a lot more fun to watch his struggle through the window.
Opening up my window, a cold breeze blew in as Eddie climbed through with ease.
He plopped down on my bed and I recalled what had happened only a short night before.
"So," I began, flipping through my mix tapes, "why'd you stop wearing your fanny packs?"
Eddie seemed taken aback by the question, "what do you mean why did I stop wearing my fanny packs? They were pretty much the number one reason for me being bullied."
I laughed, "I thought they were really cute, actually."
"R-really?" he stammered out, stunned.
"Really."
He smiled, looking down slightly.
"Do you want to play cards or something?" I asked Eddie.
He nodded enthusiastically and I switched in my mixtape, grabbing a deck of cards as a song played softly through my boom box.
Eddie's eyes sparkled, "I love this song!"
"Really?" I chuckled, "me too!"
Eddie began to sing along, swaying slightly to the music.
"You're a rich girl, and you've gone too far
'Cause you know it don't matter anyway
You can rely on the old man's money
You can rely on the old man's money
It's a bitch girl but it's gone too far
'Cause you know it don't matter anyway
Say money but it won't get you too far,
Get you too far"
I laughed as he stood up, walking to my vanity to grab a hairbrush, using it as a microphone. The chorus began and he spun around, holding his hand out for me to take.
I gladly took his hand as he pulled me up.
He pulled me into him, beginning to dance.
"And don't you know!" he sang out with Daryl Hall.
I chuckled at him, swaying to the song.
"You're such a nerd."
Eddie smiled, "well I'm the fucking coolest nerd I know."
I laughed, "oh yeah, definitely," I responded sarcastically.
My heart fluttered as the song came to a close and the next one started.
I pulled apart from him and looked at the time.
Almost time for his date.
No.
Fuck that.
I didn't want him to leave.
This was good for him.
I smiled at him, "it's almost time for your date!" I tried to sound happy for him, but I couldn't be. I couldn't be happy for him liking another girl.
"Fuck! I didn't even change!"
"Don't worry. You look fine. She already likes you, remember? You don't need to impress her."
Eddie smiled weakly, "should we go?"
I raised an eyebrow, "we?"
Eddie nodded, "of course we. I have no fucking clue what I'm doing! I can't come off as too awkward. As surprising as it is, I've never been on a real date before."
But you're cuter when you're awkward. You're the absolute cutest just the way you are. You don't need to change anything for her.
I couldn't bear to watch him on a date with another girl. I wouldn't be able to stand it. I'd cry. I'd leave. I wouldn't be able to last. He'd find out. He'd find out.
I had to do this for him. Because apparently I would do just about anything for him.
"O-okay then."
He climbed out the window and I turned off my boom box, stopping my mix tape in its tracks.
I trudged down the stairs and out the front door.
Jeez this was going to be difficult
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A/N:
Okay but they're still friends s0 that's better than nothing
