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Eddie had done it.
He had success beaten all odds and graduated high school, evident by the stands adorned with his ragtag group of friends. They waved down at him, while he sat in the uncomfortable chair, waiting patiently for the M’s to begin.
H. I. J. K.
L’s, and then, Eddie was being ushered to stand in the line. He grinned to himself, remembering the small speech he’d given Mike and Dustin, months ago, about his plan. The plan, Eddie would finally be putting into motion. L’s had just finished. Finally.
And the M’s began, Eddie slowly shuffling up closer and closer to the stage, the unavoidable excitement bubbling up in his stomach when he heard the name before his get called, watched Willam Morman cross the stage, then it hit him. The final memory that this shitbags would have of him. Eddie, the freak, Munson.
“Eddie Munson.”
The party erupted. Surely the loudest whoops, hollers, and claps, compared to the posh parents that had clapped for their children. Screw that, no, Eddie had a whole crew up there for him. Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, Wayne, Dustin, Lucas, Max, Mike, and Will. And Steve.
Steve, who’d rushed his way into the stands with the brightest smile, so proud of his boyfriend for finally graduating. Steve, who audibly screamed, “Go Munson!” At the top of his lungs the second his name was called.
He felt overwhelmed with joy and pure happiness while he strutted up the stage, posture relaxed, blatantly ignoring the hands held out for him to shake. Principal Higgins, hand outstretched with the diploma Eddie gladly snatched, grinning widely as his hand came up, making eye contact.
And the bird. The chirping, happy bird while it flipped up, making Principal Higgins’ face screw up in displeasure. He grinned impossibly wider, spinning around a bit while he stalked off the stage, ignoring the gestures for him to sit back down as he made his way directly off the graduation field.
That was it. His final act of petty high school rebellion, the final “fuck you” to everyone who’d banked on his failure and misery. He couldn’t stop smiling, waiting for his crew to slip from the stands and hug him so tight he could barely breathe.
And they did, Steve waiting until last, wrapping Eddie up tight in his arms and pressing about a million and one little smooches to his cheek. Eddie felt on fire with happiness, laughing against Steve’s kisses. “I’m so proud of you, baby!” Steve explained between kisses, smiling into each one.
Eddie blushed a bit, shaking his head fondly. “Thank you, Stevie.” He replied, tucking his face against Steve’s chest during their hug. Steve grinned, pulling back after a few moments just to press another fat, wet kiss to his cheek.
“Ready for the real party, Eds?”
(And sure they had an amazing graduation party for him, but the cuddles and kisses with Steve that night were the only celebration Eddie would ever need.)