Secrets | Reddie Fanfic

Gut Feelings

The bell finally rings and I quickly head to our meetup spot.

"Eduardo! Let's get our writing shit on! As well as our Jon Bellion on. I did listen to the album you suggested and it is totally golden. I will not be taking suggestions, I'm starting with Overwhelming and there's nothing you can say or do to change my mind."

I didn't know how to retaliate. He listened to my music, so much so that he already had a favorite song.

"You know, you seem like more of a Morning in America type of person, in my opinion." I share, fidgeting with my seatbelt because of the discomfort.

"How so?" He asks.

"Well for starters, it's about wild and fucked up people. The song literally says, we're secretly out of control and everyone knows. I don't know, I just feel like that's so you."

"Slow down there Edds, you just met me!"

I felt slightly embarrassed for overestimating my impression.

He sighs, "But as much as I would love to prove you wrong, you aren't. That song's brilliant and actually relates to my entire life far too well. It creeps me out so it's number three."

I shyly smile, "What's number two?"

"Weight of the World."

"Now that's more surprising. It is an amazing song though."

"I guess you don't know me as well as you think, huh?"

We arrive at his house. It looks bigger in the daylight. The night covered the entire front yard, which had a swing bench and small table right by the front door. It looked old and rusty, but nonetheless appealing. The cream colored, two story house was far less maintenance than the models around it, but wasn't ugly by any means. The vibe was slightly off as if the house had been empty for years.

He approaches much faster than I do, almost as if it was his goal to get inside first. It was slightly odd, but I thought nothing of it since it was a stunt I would pull if we had been entering my house.

He leaves the door open and waits for me to close it behind me.

"Okay, just wait here. I'm gonna run upstairs for a second and I'll be back down. You can get a drink if you want. Cups are in the cabinet next to the fridge and drinks are in the fridge, obviously." He directs.

I slowly make my way to the cabinet and pull out a medium sized, red glass. The drink selection wasn't very large. Infact, most of the drinks contained alcohol and I had to sift my way through bottles to find a non-alcoholic beverage. I land on iced tea, which I triple check to make sure that there is no liquor in it. He must be the provider for drinks when the rest of the losers hang out and get drunk.

I wander around slightly. The house is cold and illy litten. The sofa is small and seemingly uncomfortable. There's no pictures anywhere, and barely any sign that humans live there. Aside from the beer bottles scattered in a few different locations, there were no trash or possessions. The floor was a bit dirtier than I would have particularly preferred, but nothing too disturbing.

I hear footsteps travel down the wooden staircase and a voice follows,
"My mom's sleeping but she's a really heavy sleepier so you don't have to worry about volume or anything."

He changed his shirt from a soft pink tee to a plain white one and walked in only socks.

I ask, "So are we going to work down here or in your room?"
"We'll work on the kitchen table, I'm not allowed to have people in my room anymore." He answers.