#wip weekend

"Hopefully not creeped out," Eddie said with a shy smile. "No," Steve replied. "Not creeped out." "Okay, cool." Eddie shoved his hands in his pockets and tried to look nonchalant. "They're probably cooled by now." Gareth appeared next to the two of them and Eddie resisted the urge to jump. "Ready for filling." "Right, right." Steve gave Eddie a sweet smile before moving over to the cooled cannoli shells. "Cockblock." Eddie muttered.

Steve chuckled softly, blinking back a few tears - past partners had not been as loving and kind as Eddie was and Steve felt … treasured. "Stay tonight?" Steve asked after a moment. "You sure?" Eddie replied.

"You - you look -" "Like the daughter you actually had and tried to force into being a boy?" Stevie snapped. "Because I remember trying to tell you and you saying some pretty nasty things - and then you forced me to that barbershop." "I was just trying -" Richard tried again. "Don't care - Momma made sure I got to be me," Stevie said.

"Mrs. Francis remembered me and told me I could come in," Richard said. "Steven." "It's Stevie - say whatever you're gonna say and then go," Stevie snapped. "And trust that you're not gonna be able to step foot on this campus again."

"S-Steven -" Richard started. "It's Stevie - what are you doing here?" Stevie asked. "And how'd you even get in because I know Momma had your name taken off my records."

"Ad break!" Dustin hollered. "Chill for a few minutes and we'll just cut this bit out." "You … you remembered oven mitts are my friends." Eddie turned to see Steve at his side and smiled. "I did," Eddie replied softly. "I, um, I tried to find you." "You did?" Steve asked. "I mean, I did find your other socials," Eddie continued. "But … none of them had your face." "Oh," Steve whispered. "I'm …"