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Steve pulls up outside of Eddie’s trailer and honks the horn, grinning when Eddie hurries out, and hops in the passenger seat.
Steve shakes his head as he pulls away. “You better not get too comfortable there.”
Eddie rolls his eyes. “ Seriously? I don’t even get upgraded to front seat privileges as the boyfriend? ”
Steve smiles, reaching across to squeeze Eddie’s leg. He does like hearing him say that. “Sorry, babe. Platonic soulmate privileges are grandfathered in.”
Eddie shakes his head, sending his curls flying wildly around him. “This is blasphemy! I’m not moving!”
Steve chuckles and shrugs. “Okay. It’s your funeral.”
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Steve pulls up outside of Robin’s and honks the horn, glancing over at Eddie with concern. “Last chance.”
Eddie crosses his arms and pulls his feet up into the seat. “I’m not scared of Buckley.”
Steve watches as Robin comes skipping out of the house with a smile, freezing when she spots Eddie in her seat, her face falling into a scowl. She stomps over and rips the passenger door open. “OUT, MUNSON!”
Eddie wraps his arms tighter around him and shakes his head. “NO! Sit in the back. I was here first.”
Robin scoffs. “No. I WAS HERE FIRST. This is my seat.”
“I’m the boyfriend now! I get to sit up front!”
Robin laughs, shaking her head and grabbing Eddie’s arm to try and tug him out of the seat. “I don’t think so, Munson. Platonic Soulmate trumps boyfriend. OUT!”
Eddie squawks trying to pull his arm back, his legs falling back to the floor to steady himself. “JUST SIT IN THE BACK, BUCKLEY! THIS IS RIDICULOUS!”
Robin swats Eddie’s other hand away where he’s trying to pry her hand off his arm. “DINGUS TELL HIM THIS IS MY SEAT!”
Steve huffs out a laugh and shakes his head. “I’m staying so far out of this one.”
Eddie reaches up and smacks Robin’s cheek, making her mouth drop open in shock. “You did NOT just smack me!”
Robin wrestles with Eddie until she has him in a headlock, sticking her finger in her mouth, and then into Eddie’s ear, a mean laugh ringing out over his squeals of protest. “ROBIN! EW!”
Steve sighs, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. “We’re going to be late to the movie.”
Eddie groans, grumbling as Robin squeezes her lanky limbs into the front seat with him, sitting on his lap, hunched over, and clearly making it as uncomfortable for Eddie as possible. “BUCKLEY! You have GOT to be kidding me! GET OFF!”
Robin shakes her head. “NO!”
Steve rolls his eyes. “I’m not driving with you two piled in the same seat like that. It’s not safe.”
Robin scoffs. “Steven! I won, come on!”
Eddie glares up at her. “Excuse you. I am still in the seat. My ass is on the seat. If anyone is winning, it’s me.”
Steve glances at his watch. “Seriously, guys. We’re going to be late. If you want popcorn and stuff we have to go. Like… now.”
A mischievous smile pulls across Robin’s face. “If you give me the front seat, I’ll give you radio privileges.”
Eddie’s eyes flash bright. “ Complete control, Buckley. ”
Robin rolls her eyes and she nods. “Yeah, yeah. Complete control.”
Eddie’s dimples pop as he grins and he holds his hand up in offering. “Shake on it.” His eyes flick over to Steve as Robin takes his hand and shakes it. “You’re my witness, Stevie.”
Steve rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I saw it. Deal made. Now get in the back seat before we miss the previews.”
Steve chuckles as he watches them untangle themselves so Eddie can climb in the backseat with a huff. He leans up between the seats, shoving a tape in Steve’s hands. Steve glances down, rolling his eyes at the Metallica tape in his hands. “You just had this on you?”
A cocky grin pulls at Eddie’s face and he shrugs. “Always know which battle is worth fighting, Stevie.”
Robin’s face drops and she gasps, turning to point accusingly at Eddie. “You took my seat on purpose so you’d get the radio!”
Eddie cackles, flopping back against the seat as Steve puts his tape in. “TURN IT UP, STEVIE!”