Eddie Van Halen imagines

Flustered

Warnings: none
Word count: 326

I walked down the street on the way to my close friend Eddie's house. He told me to get ready and come over at noon. I wore black baggy jeans and a cropped Led Zeppelin shirt.

I finally arrive at his place, escorting myself to his bedroom. I knock on the door.

"Come in." He says

I walk in to see Eddie wearing jeans and holding two t shirts.

"Hey y/n." He says

"Hi."

"Can you pick a t shirt for me?" He asks, holding the two up

"Me?" I reply

"Ya." He nods

"You want me to pick what t shirt you're gonna wear?"

"What's the big deal?" He asks

"Nothing! There is no big deal." I cross my arms

"So pick, right or left."

"I- uhm what?"

"It's a pretty simple question y/n."

"I know."

My eyes bounce back and forth between the two options. He was always asking me to pick between whatever and I always worry that I would pick wrong.

"Y/n? You gonna pick?"

"Yes!"

I didn't understand how I could get so flustered over such a simple question.

"Y/n it's really not that difficult." He laughs

"I know! Uhm left, no right, wait no left. Ugh I don't know."

"So left?" He asks

"Sure."

He slides the shirt over his head and walks over to me, smiling.

"It's really funny when you get all flustered." He laughs

"No it's not."

"A little."

I cross my arms. It was frustrating and embarrassing to get so nervous over fucking t shirts.

He pulls me into a hug, softly chuckling.

"Eddie." I whine

He laughs. He pulls apart from the hug and smiles at me.

"Oh fuck you." I jokingly say

"Fuck me?" He replies

I blush. I never thought I could fall so hard for my best friend but with every day and every joke he says, I find myself falling more and more.