problems: e.v.

1990

Chris drove Amy back to Jeff's house. The car ride back was full of laughter. Amy hadn't been so happy in a while.

The car turned onto the street, and Chris pulled over to the front of the house.

Amy unbuckled her seatbelt and looked over to Chris, only to find him already staring at her.

"I had a lot of fun tonight." He spoke.

Amy reached her hand up to trace his jaw.

"I did too, Chris." She stared deep into his icy blue eyes before closing her hazel ones and leaning into kiss him.

Once the pulled away, Chris gave Amy one final goodbye, and he waited in his car until she got inside the house before he pulled away.

Amy opened the door to find Eddie on the couch, slouching, and watching shitty tv.

When he heard the front door open, he casually looked over at Amy, and then turned back to the television.

Amy set her purse down and went to the fridge the find a bottle of water.

"Where were you?" His baritone voice piped up behind her.

"Out." She quickly spoke. She uncapped the water and started to drink.

"Out with Chris?" He questioned. His voice was laced with annoyance.

"Yes." She spoke and whipped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Why do you care?"

"I waited for you all night." He stated.

"Well, I'm here now." She walked by the couch to go to her room, but a hand around her wrist pulled her onto the couch.

"Stay," his voice was raspy, "please."

Amy was confused. At the party, Eddie was so entranced by Beth that he didn't seem to care about Amy's presence. But now, he was begging for her to stay with him.

"Ed, why don't you get Beth." Amy calmly spoke. She'd never seen Eddie act this way.

"I don't want Beth," he huffed, "I want you Amy."

Amy would be lying if she didn't say that butterflies were erupting in her stomach. She looked back down Eddie.

"Sit." He moved over and patted the spot next to him.

Amy cautiously sat down. Eddie reached behind her to grab the blanket that was draped around the back of the couch. He put it around the two of them and nuzzled his head in Amy's neck.

Amy sat still, not knowing what to do in that situation. She looked down at Eddie to see him with his eyes closed, his whole body begging for sleep.

"Let's get you to bed, bub." She grabbed his hand and stood up. He sleepily followed suit, and walked with her down the hallway.

She opened the door to his room, and turned on the light. She'd never been in here, but she wasn't surprised to see all The Who posters on the wall, as well as the vinyls that sat in plastic crates.

She let Eddie to his bed, and he fell on top of it. He outstretched his arms.

"Cuddle?" He sounded like a small child.

Amy flushed and looked down at him. He still had all of his clothes on.

"Let's get you out of these clothes first."

Eddie groaned and sat up.

Amy got to work and removed his shirt. When she took it off, she couldn't help but stare at Eddies chiseled chest. She was practically drooling.

"Like what you see?" Eddie giggled.

Amy turned bright red.

"Take off your pants, Ed."

"Ooh! Now you want easy access to my dic-"

"Eddie!" She whisper shouted.

Eddie sighed and took off his pants as well. He threw the clothes across the room onto the massive pile of other articles of clothing.

"There," Amy spoke, "now goodnight."

"Amy!" Eddie whined.

Amy turned around.

"What do you want now?"

"I wanna cuddle!"

Amy sighed once more. She made a mental note: Drunk Eddie isn't Fun Eddie.

"Get under the covers."

Eddie silently cheered as he got under the covers.

Amy took off her pants, which left her in her 'The Doors' tee and laid down beside Eddie.

"Get under the covers." He grunted out.

Amy did as he said.

As soon as she pulled the blankets over her, Eddie wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled his head back into her neck.

"Night Amy."

"Goodnight Ed."

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Wow this sure is shitty! 🤠