In those two days Mia was avoiding Monica, she and Eddie got quite a bit done on the car, they had managed to completely strip under the hood and replace all the parts that broke, they'd put four new tires on, and started replacing dented panels and smashed windows.
Eddie wouldn't quite let her do much, thus leading her to drink in her free time...
"Mia! Are you ready or what?! We gotta go!" Eddie groaned and he uncomfortably shuffled in his black suit for the second time that week, most of his confidence lay with his pile of clothes on the floor, "fuck sakes, Mia! We got to be there early," he groaned again, finally making his way into the bedroom, finding his girlfriend stumbling around the bedroom, a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other, "what are you doing?" He questioned, studying her, watching his T-shirt sway loosely around her thighs,
"Looking" she mumbled, pushing the bottle to her lips, taking a long swig, swapping to take a drag of her cigarette,
Eddie rolled his eyes, "yeah no shit, for what?"
"Clothes...."
"Jesus I thought you picked out your outfit yesterday!" He shook his head as he walked into the room properly, taking hold of her shoulders and pushing her down on the desk chair, looking for the kinda short, long sleeved, tight black dress he knew she had. Once he'd found it he picked her back up, handing it to her and snatching the beer and cigarette, moving them out of her reach as she concentrated on keeping herself steady with one hand on the dresser as she slipped the T-shirt off and replaced it with clean underwear and her 'funeral' dress,
"I'm ready!" She threw a drunken pose, almost falling towards him,
"Your fucked if you think I'm letting you outta here like that," he sighed and took her hand, pulling her to the bathroom and gripping her thighs as he pushed her completely up onto the counter, "come on, spread those pretty legs for me, let me get a closer look at you," he announced, not realising how dirty he sounded in the moment. Though non the less she did as she was told, and let her legs spilt apart, her thighs pushing her dress up. He nodded to himself, wondering to her stuff and picking out all the things he had seen her use in the mornings, bringing them to her, "don't be a brat ok? Let me do my thing, we need to get to this funeral,"
"Okay..." she nodded slowly, tangling her own hands in her hair and pushing it all back, leaving her face a blank canvas for Eddie to get to work on. First he used a wipe to get rid of the old make up smeared across her face, then took a hold of her moisturiser, using his finger to take a little and spread it as evenly as he could before cupping her face and placing a soft kiss on her lips.
He softly took told of her hips, shuffling her down to stand in front of him and spun her, making her face the mirror as he reached for a little spray bottle filling it with water and taking a step further behind her, spraying it all over her hair, making sure it was all covered before grabbing her hairbrush and running it through her wet curls, getting rid of the mass of knots scattering her crazed hair,
"I'm not hurting you am I, love?" He slowly asked, sliding the brush through over and over,
"No... it's okay... it's nice..." she hummed, shutting her eyes the second his fingers came in contact with her scalp, gently massaging the curl butter through her hair,
"Are you ready for this then?" He sighed, scrunching her curls gently before giving her her control back by stepping a little away
"Not at all..." she sighed, using his shoulders to stabilise herself, slipping her feet into the black heels she had wore to a party the night before, those of which she had kicked off by the toilet as she ran to throw up. As she slid them on Eddie watched intently, watching how she did it so clumsily yet so effortlessly. "Okay. Let's go?" She shook her head drunkenly at her own statement, her hand creeping down to his, grasping it firmly as they both walked out to the van, hopping in, in complete silence, following that pattern the whole drive to the funeral home where they found Stiles jeep, a rental car and a hearse. The sight of the California number plate boldly on the back of the rental made her grumble and involuntarily search the van for anything to ease her mind,
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Фанфіки"N-no Steve... no I've told you once I can't do this again..." Mia muttered as she cried, everything displayed in front of her overwhelming her. She always had to choose. Wether it's between boys, friends, even life or death. Mia was always choosin...
