Eddie Munson x Y/N ?

Chapter 7. Ride or die.

"Hey uhm Y/N where are we going" Eddie asks innocently. Tossing your bag over his shoulder.

You look up at him jingling his van keys in your hand with a 'you are so fucking dumb' look on your face.

"Party dipshit" You say hopping in the driver's seat, popping in a random mixtape you found.

You giggle.

"Metallica? Pfft your such a metal head" You laugh, whilst driving like a maniac.

You arrive at Steve's house, pop ringing your eyes and people crowding your vision.

"Shiiiiitttttt." Eddie drags, looking more concerned then ever.

"What is it?" You ask politely.

You look at him then at the crowd not seeing anything wrong.

"Fuck dude I got a campaign with uhm ... Gareth! Then practice with the band." He says looking over to you.

"Oh so your leaving?" You ask.

"Yeah dude sorry..." He adds.

"K, have fun I guess?" You reply.

He looks kind of stunned you reacted that way but he takes the keys and drives to wherever.

You walk into the door hesitantly, music ringing your ears as you watch a couple eat eachothers faces.

"Nice isn't it?" Steve asks, causing you to jump from being startled.

You look over to him, raising an eyebrow.

"Would you like to show me to the drinks?" You ask.

He looks at you confused.

"Ok?...." He says confused with a chuckle.

You walk over to a bowl of what looks to be fruit punch.

"What's in this?" You ask a guy standing beside it.

He looks over to you taking a huge sip of it from a red plastic cup.

"PURE FUEL, WOOOOO" He says scooping more.

You grab a cup and look down at it.

You scoop some up into your cup.

"Pure fuel?" You say shrugging and taking a sip.

after taking a few cups of it your head is spinning.

You walk over to Steve's room and sit beside him on his bed.

"Decided to join me huh?" He asks.

You look over to him scooting over.

"Yeppppp~" You slur.

You grab him by his cheeks, making him look over to you.

"Steve~" You slur looking into his eyes.

You look into his eyes, they're big and glossy with slight innocence to them.

"Yes?" He asks you silently.

You sit there taking a minute to admire his wonderful innocent expression

He kisses you.

His movements are skilled and compassionate.

His tongue slips in your mouth, your tongues tying together as you sloppily kiss.

He pulls away, a long string of saliva following.

"Steve?..." You ask sadly.

He looks back over too you.