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On the bus:
Reader, lucky loser, got the window seat and was listening to some random music while staring out the window all emo. They had their bag on their lap, one could only guess it was like having a weighted blanket (something Reader has also always complained about wanting).
Eddie was just sitting next to them, careful not to touch Reader and clutching the baggie he had even tighter, gods why was he so nervous about this? It’s just a friendly gesture that he’s going to do? He doesn’t need to worry about if it’ll be good enough or if Reader will even want it or if they’ll just stand there blankly. No, he knows Reader, they’re going to be happy and excited and giddy as hell! They’ll thank Eddie and hug him and it’ll be all fine! Shit was he blushing? No no it’s just hot on the bus… hot as hell.
Reader, unaware of the sheer amount of panic and denial Eddie was going through, was simply just listening to music, and looking out the window daydreaming while having their heavy backpack on their lap like a nice weighted blanket keeping them down. :]
(some of) ‘Stone Cold Crazy’ by Queen (What Reader is daydreaming to):
“Walking down the street
Shooting people that I meet
With my rubber Tommy water gun
Here come the deputy
He's gonna come and get a me
I gotta get me get up and run
They got the sirens loose
I ran right out of juice
They're gonna put me in a cell
If I can't go to heaven
Will they let me go to hell?”
Hmmm I like this song, and the cover art is cool (lil foot taps to the beat) It would be so cool if there was a Mattalica cover of this…. Hm if only. Oh dang I should’ve ate breakfast, or actually drank my coffee, ugh I’m tired and hungry and I’m boreeeeeddd [little do they know >:3 ] Ooh wait Eddie is next to me :D
“Hey Eddieeeeeeeee”
“Huh? What?” Eddie snapped out of whatever he was thinking about
“I’m borrrrrrreeeeeddddd” Reader wined
“Oh you poor thing” Eddie joked
“Can I see what’s in the bag now? Please??” Reader jokingly put their hands together as if they were begging
“No. Not yet.” Eddie needed to wait for the right moment. He just needed to.
Reader sighed but went back to listening to their music, was Eddie mad at them or something? No- no Eddie didn’t sound like that when he was mad…. What the hell did he sound like just now?
… Isn’t it cool how sound is just textile air that makes us feel things?