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Eddie was acting weird.
And not his normal, kind of flighty, maybe a little sleep deprived thanks to childhood trauma and nightmares, weird.
No. He was weird in the sense that he hadn't quit smiling. And not in the sort of sinister, sort of menacing way he did when he was going to do something stupid or get into shit. No. He was smiling like Gareth had never seen him smile before. All dimples and fluttering eyes, catching himself with a giggle and turning away to shake it off as if it'd ever actually go away.
He looked happy, smitten if Gareth really had to put a word to it. Twitterpated, Love-Struck, Infatuated; if he had to put a few more.
It's a look Gareth had only ever seen in a smaller multitude when Eddie bought his Warlock those few years ago. And now, holding that same guitar, plucking mindlessly to a fucking Tears For Fears song, Eddie's smiling like that, but ten fold.
Gareth has his suspicions, one much more likely than others. Maybe Eddie's high, maybe he finally passed Mrs. Click's class and hasn't told anyone yet, or maybe, the most likely of the three because Gareth might be just a touch dumb like any other teenage boy, not blind; Steve Harrington.
Steve "The King" "The Hair" Harrington.
Steve "who was never really a problem but still kind of a douchebag" Harrington.
Steve "who Eddie never shuts the fuck up about" Harrington.
Steve "who just so happens to be coming to their band practice today" Harrington.
Steve Harrington, Gareth's 99% sure.
As much could be proven by the way Eddie slips up on his cord and blushes the deepest shade of red upon Steve's arrival.
Not to mention the fact that Harrington's sporting a Black Sabbath t-shirt Gareth knows to be Eddie's because they went to the fucking concert together.
Well, then there's the hickeys that suspiciously match between the pair and the way Steve's eyes rake with a disturbing sort of hunger over Eddie's body.
It's then that Eddie's change in the flavour of weird he's giving off today makes sense. That dopey smile, those heart shaped eyes and the way he just seems blissfully happy; it all makes sense.