Fix You ~Completed~

Act Seventy-Six

By the time the friends leave, the moms, Georgie, and I have finished up painting the fence and they were trying to teach me how to dance. It was a complete waste of time because I have absolutely no coordination, but honestly we all had a lot of fun. It didn't even bug me when Coraline placed her hand on my hip to show me the proper posture, and my hip is my touchiest spot.

The little clock that was nailed to the siding next to the door said it was a quarter to seven when Gale and Eddie stepped outside. Ale had his hands in his pockets, eyes to the floor, while Eddie looked purely pissed.

I wanted to make some irritable comment. I wanted to Eddie to know it hurt when he made it seem as though he might not bring us up. I wanted so badly just to be angry at him, but I just couldn't.

While Ale went to show Georgie the proper way to do the Irish gig, scoffing at the brunette's "half-assed Scandinavian" attempt playfully, I rushed over to hug him. "We painted the fence," I informed him quietly, nuzzling my nose into his neck.

"I see. Looks nice." Curt. Detached. Nothing like my Eddie.

"How was playing catch-up?" I asked, hoping he'd let go of whatever anger was causing him to act weird. I wasn't used to this Eddie. He was unrecognizable.

His arms fell limp at my sides. "They're the reason we fucking left."

"Eddie?" I cooed, taking his face in my hands. Gently, my thumbs caressed his cheeks, catching any tears that threatened to trickle down. "What'd they do?"

"I love you, okay?" he muttered, angling his face so that we were eye to eye. He was still so much taller than me. We were mismatched and I loved it.

"I love you too," I said back, shyly gesturing as though I were about to kiss him.

Eddie did just that. His hands clutched my waist while I continued squeezing his cheeks, willing myself not to giggle. Clearly he was upset, which meant this was not the time for giggling.

"Were they mean to you?" I worried, pulling back to look over his face. Any sign of tears were gone, thank goodness.

"Doesn't matter." My boyfriend waved me off.

I shook my head sternly. "It matters to me. You don't deserve that."

"You're sweet." His kiss left me a red mess. "C'mon, let's just go sit down and try not to let those assholes ruin the rest of our trip."

For the rest of the night, Eddie was practically mute, speaking only when he was coaxed by someone rather forcibly. I kept squeezing his hand, letting him know that it was alright. If he'd always be there for me, I'd always be there for him.

That was the way a relationship was supposed to work. That's what he told me and that's what I believed, because Eddie never lied to me.