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“Right— …No yeah—…and I understand that but I explicitly told you that I can’t and won’t—“

There was some apologetic voice on the other end, explaining what seemed to have been the same thing over and over.

“My wife, she—…I can’t do that to her…” He lowered his voice more than he could, but you still caught it and that’s when you realized you had to pretend to be asleep if you wanted to find out more. Even if all you wanted at that moment was answers.

“You want me to head over right now…? … I want to but…you know I can’t…you know we both can’t…not now at least…” He murmured as he turned around and glanced down at your seemingly asleep form.

He sighed heavily before he muttered his farewells and hung up the phone.

Making his way back to bed, he slithered his arms around you to pull you close.

What you had just heard could mean many things…, you thought to yourself, it could just be his record deal lady thing who maybe was offering a new deal…or…maybe she was trying to seduce—

“Sweetheart, are you awake…?” Murmured Eddie into your ear as he noticed your breathing had changed. Subtly, but he noticed.

Feigning you were just waking up, you mumbled something incoherently before opening your eyes slowly and turning around to face him, you caught a glimpse of his tussled hair and the worried lines etched on his face from his earlier phone call.

“Are you alright…?” You asked sleepily, reaching a hand up to his cheek and watching as he leaned into your touch, putting his hand over yours and closing his eyes.

“Yeah…it’s just— work…y’know…?” He mentioned it casually but you felt what he was avoiding…

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“Okay fine I give up!” Eddie threw his hands up in surrender “I didn’t actually get you these flowers because it was Valentine’s Day, I did forget and it really was a lucky gamble that I decided to get you flowers regardless!” He confessed as he put up his hands to cover his face.

It was Valentine's Day, your favorite day of the year since dating Eddie. You guys had decided to meet up at the wooden bench in the woods before school, Eddie had insisted it be before school. You thought maybe it was because it was Valentine's Day and you were secretly hoping for a surprise.

Eddie had shown up with a small bouquet of flowers, nervously fidgeting with the wrapping of the flowers as he walked up to you.

“I got you these…” he mumbled sheepishly as he held them out to you. You looked at them with a small gasp and smiled as you took the flowers, the soft floral aroma filling your senses.

“They’re gorgeous…” You scooted a bit to let him sit next to you, “How’d you know these were my favorite flowers?”

“They are?” Eddie looked surprised for a second before he schooled his expression and put on a smug smile, “I mean… yeah… what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?” He breathed out a laugh but quieted as he saw your suspicious expression and how you leaned towards him as if studying him.

He chuckled nervously as he leaned back and avoided eye-contact.

“W-what are you— Why are you looking at me like that…? He swallowed as he looked at you guiltily.

“You forgot it was Valentine’s Day…” you stated as-a-matter-of-factly

“Wha…Why do you say that?” He chuckled as he struggled to maintain eye contact.

“You got these flowers because you felt like it and you completely forgot about the day and didn’t know what my favorite flowers were.” You stated calmly and watched as he folded under the intensity of your gaze.

“Okay! Yes, fine I give up!”

He never could lie to you…

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Or so you thought…

You decided that you wanted to accompany Eddie to a recording session, after all, he had been wanting to take you to one but you both had been busy with…stuff…?

You sat in the passenger seat of his van as he drummed on the steering wheel to the song playing on the radio, Skin O’ My Teeth by Megadeth.

You reached over to turn down the volume, which earned a curious look from Eddie.

“So how’s this recording session gonna go?” You asked as you got comfortable in the worn out seat.

“Well, my lovely, usually it starts with a bunch of bickering from Jeff and Gareth and maybe if we’re lucky we’ll actually be able to start recording after like 15 minutes. We start with Jeff’s guitar bit and then…” Eddie continued explaining as he drove you guys to the studio. You tried your best to listen but everything blurred out when all your focus went to a hair tie on the dashboard.

Nothing out of the ordinary, sure, it even looked like one of your hair ties, until you looked closer at it and noticed the ginger locks that were intertwined with the rubber.

Your heart felt like it dropped, your hands trembled as you grabbed it and held it closer, inspecting it again; almost like you didn’t want to believe this was happening.

“…it’s gonna take quite a while honestly…You don’t have any other plans right?” He joked and chuckled but looked over at you curiously when he noticed your silence and barely audible trembling breath.

“Who else sits in this van with you Eddie…?” You asked softly as you clutched the hair tie, not looking at him.

“Shit—“ he muttered, “it’s uhm… my sister’s…” he tried controlling the tremble in his voice.

“Eddie.” You spoke carefully, “You don’t have a sister.”

“I mean my step-sister—“

“Your mom passed away and your dad is in jail…” You scrutinized slowly.

You watched him carefully, like you always did when you knew he was lying. You knew this wouldn’t be like any other, he’d tell you the truth…he always did…

“Fine—!” He braked abruptly on the side of the road. Causing you to jerk forward, thank God for seatbelts…

“It’s…it was just my record deal manager… I was only giving her a ride home after a recording session…” he explained as calmly as he could. His hands gripping at the steering wheel and his head low.

“Why didn’t you just say that…?” You spoke, hurt almost. “If she’s just your manager and…and it’s only professional why’d you go on and lie to me about it…?” You looked at him with even more scrutiny than ever, but hurt and betrayal underlying your expression.

“Because I knew this would happen… I know how this would look!” He exclaimed as he frustratedly ran a hand over his face.

“Eddie… is there something you’re not telling me—“

“I’m telling you the truth!” He bursted out rather harshly. “Stop being so insecure and believe me when I tell you, nothing happened and everything stayed professional!”

Your eyes widened slightly at his outburst and your eyes became glossy, with a quick glance at you, Eddie immediately regretted ever opening his mouth.

He turned towards you, carefully reaching out to you, “Hey…Hey, no, look at me—“ he spoke softly but he was quickly turned down by your turning around.

“Just drive.” You sniffled as you stared out the window.

Eddie looked conflicted as he stared between the road ahead of him and his crying wife he’d just lashed out at.

With a heavy sigh and a heavy heart, he started up the van again and began driving.

The drive was silent for the most part. The only sounds being the engine and your sniffles.

He sighed as he reached over to turn up the volume of the radio, Trust by Megadeth played.

How ironic.

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You guys were cuddled up on his bed, the world outside going on in a blur.

“Yeah right—” you managed to huff before he started tickling you. You squealed as he tickled you relentlessly.

“Eddie!!” You giggled as he smirked,

“Wanna repeat that?” He lulled.

“Stop that!” You exclaimed as you tried to push him off but he stayed tickling you,

“I can’t breathe!” You breathed out as he finally stopped and he laid back down next to you and pulled you close, breathless himself.

He huffed a laugh as he looked down at your disheveled hair and as you seemed to be composing yourself.

You snuggled back against him, sighing softly.

“I love you…” he mumbled, barely audible but you could hear the vulnerability in his voice; lacking its usual teasing tone.

You readjusted your head, resting you chin on his chest as you looked up at him. Remembering the thudding of his heartbeat under your chin, “I love you too Eddie…” You mumbled softly, taking in how he averted his gaze and his ears turned red.

You reached your hand up to his face, gently caressing his cheek.

He finally looked down at you and you could feel how he was mentally trying to remember every detail of this moment.

Gently, he placed his hand over yours, squeezing it gently.

You reminisced and smiled to yourself longingly as you stared down your cold glass of wine that sat on the coffee table next to the arm chair you were cooped up on. The large house suddenly feeling emptier than usual…

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“You’re unbelievable Eddie…” You huffed as you ran a hand over your face.

Eddie had just gotten home, late. These days work seemed to have been “piling up” or the crew “went for drinks”.

“What…” Eddie groaned, annoyed.

“You’re late again…” You stood up from the arm chair, “and you want me to believe you got ‘caught up’—”

“Because I did, alright?!” Eddie snapped harshly as he roughly pulled his jacket off and tossed it carelessly on the couch. “What? Work can’t get busy?”

“Eddie…you said you have your own hours set… you used to always be home at—“

“I know what time I used to be home at.” He muttered as he walked past you, faintly shoulder checking you.

You followed behind him, “Don’t walk away from me…!”

He stormed towards the bedroom, roughly opening it and stepping towards the bathroom before stopping at the foot of the bed. A force seeming to hold him back.

There was a beat of silent and his heavy breathing.

“Eddie why do you always have to make this into a fight…?” You asked in a small voice, hurt as you stood at the doorway.

Watching him carefully as he slowly turned towards you, he took in your small dejected stance. You watched as the muscles in his jaw began to tighten. He huffed gruffly as he turned his head away.

“I’m sorry…” he muttered gruffly, quietly before he continued on his way to the bathroom, shutting himself in.

Inside, he turned the knob and watched as hot water streamed from the shower head. His thoughts filled with the image of you looking at him with a hurt in your eyes he’d dreaded of ever being the cause of. He peeled off his T-shirt, letting it fall to the ground.

As he stood in front of the sink, he hesitated before he looked up at himself in the mirror. Taking in the sight of his inked torso, the tattoo he had gotten because of you standing out more than usual in the dimly lit bathroom.

As well as his record dealer’s assistant, Paige’s, number scribbled along his forearm.

Running his hands through his hair roughly, he continued on with the rest of his shower routine. Subconsciously keeping a sharp listen into what noises he could hear from the other side of the door.

With a heavy heart, sniffling, you made your way back to the living room to grab Eddie’s jacket that was left abandoned on the couch.

As much as you tried and wanted to act like you didn’t care, you couldn’t help but feel like that lovestruck teenager you once were when you first met Eddie…

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“Did you make this…?” You asked in awe.

Eddie watched as you ran your fingers across the denim and the patchwork, looking bashful with a hint of pride at your star struck expression.

“Of course I did.. I made it… specially for you…”

You looked up at him with a hint of a blush creeping up to your cheeks.

You looked back down at the denim jacket, taking in the not so carefully stitched patches of your favorite bands and little designs only Eddie could think of making for you.

He took a seat next to you on the wooden lunch table in the woods.

“Do you like it?” He asked as he looked at you almost hopefully, bracing himself for your response.

You looked up at him with a soft smile, looking at him with an earnest expression before speaking softly, “I love it…”

You noticed him almost deflate slightly with relief as he made that goofy that always had you giggling.

You suddenly threw your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. He froze for a split second, not expecting the sudden embrace before he melted into the hug and wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging you.

When suddenly there was a crunch of leaves, you both pulled away instinctively, turning towards the sound.

There stood some basketball jocks that often actively look to pick a fight with Eddie.

“Well well well…” scoffed one of the jocks, Jason, read his name tag.

You felt Eddie tense up beside you before he stood up, staring them down.

“Eddie—”

“Tell me y/n… why do you hang around with this freak…” Lulled Jason as he stalked towards you slowly. “You’re very pretty—”

“Watch it.” Warned Eddie lowly as he stepped towards Jason, standing in his way.

Jason put his hands up in mock surrender, grinning slyly, before continuing with his torturously slow speech.

“Relax Munson… Don’t act all tough now that your lady is here…” He tilted his head to the side “Want a refresher on what happened last time..?” Spoke Jason lowly as he stared carefully into Eddie’s glowering eyes.

You watched them worriedly, glancing back at Jason’s goons who seemed to have been stalking towards them both.

A long beat passed before Jason stepped back, giving you a glance with a brief wink before he turned and soon was on his way, his crew following suit.

Getting up from the wooden table, you took notice of how Eddie’s shoulders sagged once they were far from earshot.

“Eddie…?” You spoke softly as you reached out towards his arm.

When he turned you saw how he looked guilty..?

“I’m so sorry y/n…” He spoke shakily as he turned to face you fully. “You shouldn’t have to deal with this… with me…”

“Oh Eddie…” you cooed softly as you stepped forward and embraced him,letting his bury his head in the crook of your neck and his arms wrap tightly around you like you were his life support.

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The whine of the bathroom door snapped you out of your thoughts.

The soft padding of Eddie walking across the room filling the oddly quiet house.

Your fingers clutched at the denim of Eddie’s jacket. Almost bracing yourself before taking cautious steps back towards your shared bedroom.

A ginger lock falling from the jacket, to the ground unnoticed…

Standing at the doorway yet again; getting déjà vu at the sight of Eddie’s pale back facing you as he undid the bed, pulling back the covers.

“You’re just gonna keep staring or are you gonna come to bed…” he grumbled quietly.

Silence…

He turned back to look at you begrudgingly, his facade faltering at the sight of your solemn face crumbling before his eyes. Your breaths coming out hitched.

He wanted to reach out…comfort you as he always did…tell you everything’s alright…that he’s sorry.

Except none of that came.

He watched as you rushed towards the bathroom, the door shutting weakly behind you. He cursed himself silently; why didn’t he even try…?

ENDING AUTHORS NOTE

You’ve learned that when Eddie is truly asleep, the man snores like he’s a man in his 50’s who’s having the nap of his life on a Sunday afternoon after dealing with his family and with no worries.

Settling in under the covers you carefully noted how he tensed a fraction as he felt your warmth emanating from you, suddenly aware of how close this queen sized bed had you both; which was the main reason why you both agreed on the perfectly sized bed…

You hesitated before you reached over and clicked your noisemaker on.

You could’ve sworn you heard Eddie huff before you laid back down, ignoring him and pulling the cover over yourself completely.

Throughout the night however, a large pair of warm arms embraced you from behind. Pulling you close and firmly holding you against him, he settled his face in your hair.

“Eddie…” you mumbled tiredly as you couldn’t help but pry at his hands, wanting to loosen his grip except that only prompted him to tighten his hold on you.

“I’m sorry…” he mumbled gruffly, the warmth of his breath gently tickled the back of your neck.

“Eddie… it’s too late for this…go to sleep—“

You felt something hard down below…something too familiar…

You pretended not to notice as he pressed himself closer.

Soon enough however,miraculously, he knocked out; of course.

He must’ve been more asleep than awake… he didn’t actually mean that apology… you thought to yourself as you snuggled back into him.

Sure you were mad at him and all but…he was still the man you’ve cherished deeply and you couldn’t help but seek his comforting embrace even if it held no value in helping his case…

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Eddie pulled back, breathless as he hovered over you, grabbing his guitar pick necklace and getting it out of your face and on his back.

“What’s wrong…?”

You couldn’t help but push him back slightly, propping yourself up on your elbows.

“I’m not too sure about this Eddie…” You mumbled sheepishly, expecting him to mumble sweet nothings into your ear and pressure you that ‘it won’t take long…’

“Are you feeling alright?” He asked with growing concern and he got up and sat back on his heels. “We don’t have to do this… not if you don’t want to…” he mumbled, almost ashamed of himself for allowing you to be put into this situation.

“Well I want to but— I don’t know…”

“Well it’s okay if you’re not ready sweetheart…” he smiled softly as he reassured you by sitting you up and settling next to you.

You watched him carefully, noticing his genuine, worried and love filled eyes he watched you with.

“Sweetheart…I plan on never letting you go, you know that…?” He started as he stared deep into your eyes, spotting the vulnerability behind them.

“And…I need you to promise me that…if I’m ever doing anything wrong…or if you’re feeling wrong, please don’t ever hesitate to tell me…”

He breathed out a laugh at your deer-in-headlights expression,

“I know I’m a freak and I do dumb stuff that gets me into trouble but… I know that being with you…might be the smartest decision I’ve ever made…” he spoke sincerely as he reached out for your hand, squeezing gently.

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“Sweetheart…?” Called out Eddie as he softly shut the front door behind him.

Sweetheart…the name he’s always called you affectionately, lacking its usual warmth. Like he was only calling you that because it was routine…usual.

He glanced around at the dark and empty house, an eerie stillness embracing its interior.

He almost braced himself as he switched on the light and quietly stepped into the house, the steps sounding loud in the eerily silent halls.

He stopped in front of the doorway to your shared bedroom…

The soft playing of the record player inside almost immediately made him tense, almost dread filling his chest.

He knew you were awake…waiting…

He sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair before he opened the door and looked around at the empty room, his eyes falling on your form that laid on the carpet.

You weren’t much of a smoker, not at all really. So the surprise that hit Eddie when he saw you with a lit cigarette in hand as you watched the record player spin the record relentlessly.

Lie to Me by Chris Isaak began to play quietly.

He almost expected questioning from you, and when it didn’t come, a strange feeling of disappointment came over him.

Why didn’t you care? And why the hell are you smoking?! He thought to himself as he quietly shut the door behind him.

“You’re home…” you spoke quietly, your tone unreadable.

“Yeah… I got caught up with—“

“Yup… I know…” you interrupted with a drag of your cigarette in hand. Blowing the smoke up into the air before putting out the cigarette in Eddie’s ashtray with practiced ease.

He walked over to you, picking up the ashtray from where it laid next to the record player on the ground.

You sighed as you crossed your arms in front of you and laid your head down.

“Why are you doing this y/n?” Eddie asked rather harshly. You never smoked. You were always worried for him, about his whereabouts, who he was with. Now, it seemed like he was just background noise. You always looked cleaned up. You always forgave him. You always spoke to him sweetly. You always made him feel loved— sure he…might’ve been lacking it these past few months but you’re supposed to love him… Paige would never—

This all went through Eddie’s mind as he watched you nonchalant form, it’s all he wanted to say except all that came out was a long sigh when you didn’t even acknowledge his first question.

“Are you sleeping there tonight?” He asked wearily as he peeled his leather jacket off; floral perfume emanating from the leather as he draped the jacket over the dirty laundry hamper…

“Mhm…” you mumbled as you reached over to raise the volume on the record player.

“You don’t want a blanket?”

“Nope.” You settled back down onto your crossed arms.

He hesitated before he just kicked off his boots and flopped onto the bed.

“Goodnight…” he murmured tiredly.

“Night…” you called out softly.

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That night Eddie had groggily woken up to you snuggling into bed with him, you wrapped your arms around him tightly. He put an arm around you, holding you loosely. He huffed, almost smug that you crawled back to him…

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