[ Itās pretty obvious he did, though. You donāt repeat senior year twice without your grades being in the gutter, and Eddieās grades were so far in the gutter, they were practically the stuff of legends.
He struggled in school. A lot. In fact, there might have been a point where he stopped trying entirely and continued attending out of sheer spiteāand love for Hellfire. It was only the looming threat of the dreaded GED exam that had him finally choose to step up his game a bit in that last year. Either way, they canāt all be brainiac computer geniuses like Henderson and Co., and Eddie doesnāt think himself an unintelligent person. He doesnāt think Steve is either, though he has witnessed first hand the way his comments tended to get brushed off back home. Eddie had thought his āVecna is a vampireā suggestion had some serious backing to it, even if no one else did.]
Alright, I failed physics a couple times, but thatās not the point.
[ He rolls his eyes, but itās all in good humor, and no, he doesnāt confirm if he can make the goat wheel battery work or not, because heāsā¦mostly sure heās joking? The idea sits in the back of his mind as a vague and distant possibility, though; something to consider if Wandaās magic somehow doesnāt do the trick. He really does love the gift that much.
But he makes his hair joke, and the outcome isā¦a little unexpected. Pulled in a little closer via the headphones, Steveās hands warm on hisāand they stay there. For one second, two secondsālong enough for Eddie to try to say something. A quip or a question, either way, he doesnāt get a chance, because the way his heart thumps in his chest is somehow louder and more uncomfortable than usual and makes it very hard to come up with witty response. Huh..
In the end, a clearing of his throat is his only real acknowledgement of the moment before carrying right along, because why should they ever deem to recognize any of these weird little moments they keep having? Itās nothing, surely. Nothing at all. So he shrugs it off, lets it go, lets his gaze drop back to the walkman and fast-forwards the tape a bit to the next song, feeling like he might cry from the whirring sound alone. It really is the little things you end up missing from home. ]
Alright, so. This is 2 Minutes to Midnight, and, uhā¦itās kind of a masterpiece.
[ And maybe itās not life-changing for the ordinary person, but it is quintessentially Eddie. Guitar-driven, dark yet oddly poignant lyrics, and loud enough that he can still tap his fingers in time to it against his knee despite being nowhere near the headphones.
Heās watching though, searching to be certain Steve doesnāt totally hate it. He thinks he wouldnāt be offended if he disliked it. After all, heās more than aware that people humor him, either because theyāre afraid heās going to get charged up about it, or just because they want to be nice. But if Steve totally, visibly hated it? Wellā¦it shouldnāt matter to him, but Eddieās love of music runs bone deep. To him, itās kind of more than sharing a favorite song with a friend. Itās like sharing a little piece of who you are. ]
What do you think? Feeling like a whole new man yet?
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[ Itās pretty obvious he did, though. You donāt repeat senior year twice without your grades being in the gutter, and Eddieās grades were so far in the gutter, they were practically the stuff of legends.
He struggled in school. A lot. In fact, there might have been a point where he stopped trying entirely and continued attending out of sheer spiteāand love for Hellfire. It was only the looming threat of the dreaded GED exam that had him finally choose to step up his game a bit in that last year. Either way, they canāt all be brainiac computer geniuses like Henderson and Co., and Eddie doesnāt think himself an unintelligent person. He doesnāt think Steve is either, though he has witnessed first hand the way his comments tended to get brushed off back home. Eddie had thought his āVecna is a vampireā suggestion had some serious backing to it, even if no one else did.]
Alright, I failed physics a couple times, but thatās not the point.
[ He rolls his eyes, but itās all in good humor, and no, he doesnāt confirm if he can make the goat wheel battery work or not, because heāsā¦mostly sure heās joking? The idea sits in the back of his mind as a vague and distant possibility, though; something to consider if Wandaās magic somehow doesnāt do the trick. He really does love the gift that much.
But he makes his hair joke, and the outcome isā¦a little unexpected. Pulled in a little closer via the headphones, Steveās hands warm on hisāand they stay there. For one second, two secondsālong enough for Eddie to try to say something. A quip or a question, either way, he doesnāt get a chance, because the way his heart thumps in his chest is somehow louder and more uncomfortable than usual and makes it very hard to come up with witty response. Huh..
In the end, a clearing of his throat is his only real acknowledgement of the moment before carrying right along, because why should they ever deem to recognize any of these weird little moments they keep having? Itās nothing, surely. Nothing at all. So he shrugs it off, lets it go, lets his gaze drop back to the walkman and fast-forwards the tape a bit to the next song, feeling like he might cry from the whirring sound alone. It really is the little things you end up missing from home. ]
Alright, so. This is 2 Minutes to Midnight, and, uhā¦itās kind of a masterpiece.
[ And maybe itās not life-changing for the ordinary person, but it is quintessentially Eddie. Guitar-driven, dark yet oddly poignant lyrics, and loud enough that he can still tap his fingers in time to it against his knee despite being nowhere near the headphones.
Heās watching though, searching to be certain Steve doesnāt totally hate it. He thinks he wouldnāt be offended if he disliked it. After all, heās more than aware that people humor him, either because theyāre afraid heās going to get charged up about it, or just because they want to be nice. But if Steve totally, visibly hated it? Wellā¦it shouldnāt matter to him, but Eddieās love of music runs bone deep. To him, itās kind of more than sharing a favorite song with a friend. Itās like sharing a little piece of who you are. ]
What do you think? Feeling like a whole new man yet?