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Since When did I become like this?

Jonathan didn't know the exact time when he transformed from the lovely kid he once was to... Well whatever the heck was happening to him now. It was late midnight and he was just laying in bed, facing nowhere with a blank expression, he was sobbing a bit, as dry tears painted his cheeks. His arms ached, a pulsing pain in them, his blood staining his blankets. The cuts were deep, but he didn't bother stopping the blood.

He still had the razor on the palm of his hand, in moments like this he just zoomed out to "clean" his mind and focus on the pain. It
It was comforting for him, it was distracting. This previous years weren't exactly... pleasing.

He started to recall everything that has happened to him so far; when his little brother disappeared and how it became a living nightmare in his house after that. His mother going crazy and he organazing his funeral by himself, the harassment he got at school for looking so decayed. And when some idiots broke his beloved camera. Gladly, they did find his brother and –The body they found turned out it was never him.– with that he hoped everything would go back to normal.

It didn't. Everything got worse somehow, his Broder was being bullied at school and his mother didn't seem to care about Jonathan anymore, she paid attention to Will, but couldn't notice when Jon wasn't around.

He let out a soft moan as he remembered those bitter times, another tear formed as the pain in his arms intensified. He closed his eyes once more.

Then he started remembering when he and his "best friend" met. He was a total jerk and almost his oh so sworn enemy: Steve Harrington, and his buddies weren't any better. After insulting Jonathan's whole lifetime, they got into a fight and ended up in the same police station, later that same day Steve came over to his house to apologize, and Jonathan was a bit awkward after that.

They gave each other some looks in the hallways, well mainly Steve. But there were still looks. He often talked to Jonathan and tried to make the boy talk more, and it was working, months later they became close friends, what a turn for Jonny.

Steve "The hair" Harrington, was now his friend huh? Who could've guessed. They supported each other a lot, Steve always rambled and Jonathan was a good listener, so he didn't mind. But, the problem was that Jonathan NEVER talked or shared his problems with Steve, and Steve ALWAYS did.

Jonathan didn't want to be a burden, so every time Steve wanted to make him open up he just said "there's nothing I have to say". Unfortunately for him, His friend was very good at reading people, and one time he noticed that Jonathan wasn't in the classroom –Again– he got out to search for him and he was found in the bathroom floor crying, and with some marks in his wrists.

By that time he used to just scratch his wrists, they looked more like cat scratches, but Steve got hella worried just by that. That encounter made Jonathan think that Steve was disappointed and angry, and that Steve didn't want to be near him anymore, but it just made him more intense and protective.

He remembers the nights where Steve climbed to his window just to be with him, and there was a time they did snuggle up each other, it made Jonathan feel better, protected, save. But he didn't exactly expect Steve to randomly appear and ask him to go out with him.

Don't get him wrong, he loved Steve, just not romantically. He wanted Steve to be happy, but not with him. The rejection made Jonathan feel absolutely guilty, his once electric best friend was then more decayed than expected. They isolated themselves for a while, and that just made him feel WORSE.

He blamed himself for pushing Steve back, he blamed himself for not being enough for him, actually, he never felt good enough for anyone he knew. His mental health got down pretty quick, and on his last week before graduating, he attempted twice, who was going to miss him anyway?

The first time, he tried overdosing, it almost worked, but his brother found him in his room and begged for him not to "fall asleep", then, he called the only person he knew that Jonathan had; Steve. And they got him to the hospital.

— «It almost worked...» — Jonathan blinked at the thought.

The second time though, he tried to be more "careful" (Careful with many, MANY quotation marks). Got himself on the roof of a tall building and took an unhealthy amount of sleeping pills. He took them so he couldn't sense the fall, and after that –just to relieve himself one more time– he sliced his arms, very deep.
He had more wounds in his left arm, going all the way through his forearm, the right one only had half of it, the cuts were mostly vigorous on his wrist.

He snapped out of the thought for a moment, and glanced at his arms, he could see the scars of that memory hiding under the blood from the other injuries that he just made, he remembered that he was still here because of him.

Steve somehow tracked him down and before Jonathan could do anything they were already running to his house (Which actually, he thanked that he wasn't dragged back to a hospital. He didn't want to see the face of his mother worried again.) and months after that, everyone picked their own path, Steve got a nice little apartment AND got Jonathan to live in the same building just in case.

Oh Steve. Stupid, stupid Steve. Why did you care so much? He hurted you, he wasn't any good for you, so why? Why do you have to be so so obstrusive?

The phone of his living room began to rang. Pushing Jonathan out of his overthinking state, he didn't want to pick up, but knowing who it might be, the best option was to do it.
He got up from his bed and stared at the stain his blood left.

— «That's going to be a pain to clean..» — he thought. He walked to the mini living room and picked up the phone — Hello?— His voice was a bit hoarse from the crying before.

—Jon?— He could recognize that voice, it sounded surprised, wasn't Steve staying at a friend's house for the night? He heard a quick sigh. —Listen i'm not going to ask what are you doing awake, leave the door unlocked please, I'm going home— He spoke in a tired voice.

Jonathan blinked, then remembered that he still hasn't stopped the bleeding in his arms. And the stain in his blankets. He looked over the clock on the wall. —Steve it's 2 am... Where were you?— There was a brief silence.

—I got a little carried away here... If you can tell— Jonathan sighed, exhausted. —Don't worry mom, I'm not drunk, and I won't come home empty handed, but.. I am pretty tired so I'll tell you the news tomorrow.—

—I thought you were coming home tomorrow morning tho...?— Now, that was a lie, he knew that when Steve stayed over a friend's house he didn't come early, in fact, he arrives pretty late. And that time was just enough for Jonathan to come up with an excuse or an explanation plan for the bandages in his arms.

—Eeeh... He cancelled me mid party. So I thought it would be better to head home now or ever.— Jonathan was still unsure.

—Okay... drive safe please.— Jonathan hung up and sighed, he was expecting an horrendous amount of questions of why he picked up, though. It may seem like Steve didn't have the brain to acknowledge it, but he did. That's why Jonathan was worried.

He headed to his room to change the blankets, and clean his cuts. He grabbed a small towel and opened the shower, when the water was warm enough he soaked the towel and wrung it out.

He cleaned the dry blood and cleaned the wounds, when he headed to the drawer he looked himself in the mirror, messy hair, dark holes in his eyes that were slightly red from –again– the crying and maybe also from the lack of sleep.

—God..— he looked at his arms, they looked like a birch trunk. A bubblegum one, Jonathan started blankly and them for a while, zoomed out. After three solid minutes he snapped out of his thoughts and opened the drawer to find bandages.

Once he finished healing his arms, he unlocked the door -just how Steve Asked- and went to sleep.

Next morning he got waked up by a frying sound, Steve was doing breakfast, he glaced at his room for a moment and realized that the shed he had wasn't his. — «he saw me. »

He was getting a little anxious at that, but he decided to play dumb. In the Living room, the smell of sweet pancakes was hypnotizing his brain, he was hungry, he always was. —morning Jonny.— Steve flipped a pancake, he didn't look at him in the eye.

—..W..Why not "good"..?— He shallowed, expecting something like "i saw your bandages" or "you are disgusting and I don't want to know anything about you anymore. Get out of my house—

—Sorry, your majesty, Good morning Jonny. How many pancakes do you want?— This time they did make eye contact, that calmed his nerves a bit. He knew Steve was upset when he didn't look at his face, Jonathan guessed it was like a love language –or something– to look at people in the eyes.

—Oh, uhmm... Whatever you want to give me, it'll eat it anyways, so..— Steve served the breakfast and they both stared eating. But Jonathan's leg wouldn't stop taping the floor, he was clearly uncomfortable.

—Jonathan, I'm not mad.

—...huh?

—I'm not mad. You can talk to me y'know? What's going on in that head?— He caressed his hand, softing his gaze. Jonathan Stayed quiet, so Steve spoke again. —You know... I kinda never invited you out somewhere, I know it's not your thing. But..

Jonathan looked up —You have tho...? When we were in Highschool– —

—I mean, yeah, but I mean like... In this times? I've been so busy all week, and on weekends I go clubbing. I completely forget about you— Steve looked at him like he was trying to give a hint.

—But... You spent most of your time in the house?-

—That's not my point! Ehem.. I planned a day for you and me! In a nice cafe, and maybe books? Just the two things you love, how's that sound?

Jonathan swears, if Steve was a dog, he would be wagging his tail right now just by the look on his face. —It.. does sound good... But knowing you there's another thing that you haven't said yet.

—Hmm.. I may be guilty for that, but I can't tell you yet. Are you down for it or what?

— «I guess I've got nothing better to do... Maybe I can focus on something else for now.» —He thought for a moment —Okay, I'm down.

—Where are we going again?— Steve decided not to use his car to go to their little hangout. He wasn't happy about that, but he remembered that walking and breathing fresh air really helped Jonathan relax.

—To the new half–Cafeteria half–library-thing in the Starcourt mall, and maybe find a new movie to watch tonight– — Steve bumped into someone while entering the mall, who Jon could recognize pretty quickly. —Shit- Sorry... Billy?!— the tall blonde figure turned around and glanced at the duo.

—Nice to see you too Harrington... And Byers. What are you two doing here?— Jonathan couldn't exactly remember the last time he saw billy, was it probably in Highschool? Did Billy graduate with them? No, it was almost impossible for him. Jonathan had to cure his depression first rather than believing that Billy did that. Maybe he dropped school?

—We are heading to that new cafeteria, what are you doing here? I thought you were going back to California?

—I'm still thinking about that. But I have a lot of things to finish here before doing that.

The photographer only stayed quiet while the other two talked, he didn't mind being ignored, he felt better that way. But he did want to at least read a book while getting ignored. So,

—Billy can come with us if you guys want to talk more, can we please go to that cafe now?— Steve gladly agreed and they started walking there. —You sure don't mind that he's here right?— Jonathan heard a whisper close to his ear. —I couldn't care less. I need coffee.

Billy stared at them —Well Byers, you do look like you could use some. No offense.— Well, Jonathan didn't blame him for that thought. He did look like some raccoon that wallowed between mud and trash. Okay, maybe that was too much. He looked tired, that's the point.

—All good.— They stood in front of the cafeteria and gave each others some looks. —Now who the hell names their cafe Astrom?— Billy asked rhetorically. —I don't know man, it's for the esthetic I guess. Sounds like 'A storm' if you think about it.

—Who cares how the cafe is named? Let's go inside I'm literally dying here.— Oop, wrong choice of words. But Jonathan didn't care about making fun of his own problems, his trauma his jokes, after all.

—Jon.— That didn't save him from earning an scolding look by Steve, yours truly. —Stop it you freaks, I came to this mall to have a meal, so move your asses I'm starving.— Billy was the first to walk inside and go to the counter, the other two following after.

While they waited for their orders, Jonathan was reading a book while overhearing the conversation Steve and Billy had. — -Okay, so how about tonight?— He heard Billy asking Steve, who was beside him.

—Yeah I see it fine, I've got nothing to do next morning so I could go, what about you Jon?— Jonathan raised his gaze from his book —Huh? Are you guys talking about clubbing...? You already know the answer to that.— Steve didn't question it, he knew where to stop, but Billy didn't. So he started –gently– pushing.

—Why not Byers? You look like you are going through it— he was. —Maybe some outdoor activities will distract yourself.— But this was supposed to be the 'outdoor' activity.

Yeah, he won't come out of his cave for a week or maybe a month, bed rotting probably, but it was at least peaceful, not one of those horrific clubs with their horrific music blasting his poor ears and their horrific exotic dances skin to skin, sweat to sweat, ugh it was nauseating, and the only though was making him dizzy.

—I'm not a party person, I don't drink, and I don't dance either, so I'm not doing much going anyway.

—But maybe you can take care of your friend over here, he could really use that, you don't know where he gets his dick everytime– — Steve punched him under the table while giving him a death stare. —That's enough Billy. He already said he doesn't want to go.

—What do you do tho...?— The blonde one started laughing at the top of his lungs at the "innocence" of the depressed one, while Steve had his face burning in shame. —I don't do anything bad, Jon. Don't worry about it... But I would enjoy you being there to... Take care of US.— He looked at Billy.

The blonde just rolled his eyes and his gaze went back to Jonathan —Yeah yeah, whatever. Maybe you too could find someone y'know? You need to get fucked up or something, you're stiff as a board, Byers.— Billy earned another punch under the table, but also a giggle from Jonathan, he didn't hate Billy for his lack of a filter. It was ironically funny, which made Steve put a face that said he was offended.

—...I'll think about it. If i do go though, we are going home when you two start to lose your mind.

—Deal.

Steve and Jonathan were back at their apartment, watching a movie just how Steve said they would. —I feel a little betrayed y'know?—
Jonathan raised his head from the other side of the couch. —What do you mean?

—I used to always ask you to parties, and no matter what I did, you never came— he did a dramatic pout with his face, Jonathan rolled his eyes. —I haven't said that I would go to this one tho.
—BUT YOU TOLD BILLY THAT YOU'LL THINK ABOUT IT!— Steve often made this kind of shows, and Jonathan always looked at him and teased him more.

—What about it?!— He was holding back a small giggle —And you told him "if I go though...", you never said it to me once! That practically means "yes" in your language!— Steve opened his arms while talking, to make his point even more obvious.

—That's because it's rude to ignore or say a dry no to someone you don't know, Steve! I don't know Billy that much besides you used to talk to him a lot! With you, I can do that without thinking 'bout the consequences.

Steve still seemed a bit offended, but he relaxed his dramatic pissed face a bit. —...but are you coming?— Jonathan sighed. —I don't really have a reason to go...

Steve approached him slowly, and dropped his dramatic act for a minute, speaking seriously this time. —Well, I do know that your mind is getting a little tight... And I don't want you to... Y'know... Do that again.

—You don't want me to cut myself again?— Jonathan had his arms crossed, he raised an eyebrow at Steve, who just sighed in defeat as the caution in his words got brutally ignored. —Yeah... But also, I don't want you to go and do something stupid again.— He frowned.

—And your super cool idea is pulling me to a club in the middle of the night for me to change my mind?— Jonathan still had his arm crossed, tilting his head.
—Well, I wasn't thinking about clubbing exactly, but since Billy offered and I obviously agree, I think it's a nice opportunity. It's a chance for you to break your routine, don't you think?

Jonathan was biting the inside of his lower lip, not making eye contact. He knew that if he wanted to get better then he needed to do something different, but just by that thought, did he really want to get better? He knows he needs help, but does he want help?

—Hey, Jon?— He felt Steve's a hand close to his —I'm sorry for pushing you, but I just need to make sure that you... Stay beside me okay?— Jonathan looked at him again. —Your way of doing that is kind of weird, and that's coming from me— he gave Steve a sly smile.

Steve returned it, and moved back just a little. —I know, but that just proves that you won't get rid of me that easily.— Jonathan scoffed —Sadly.—
—Oh please I'm not THAT bad.— Steve went back to his side of the couch and stared at the TV again.

—...what do you do at clubs anyways? Just dance 'till you pass out?— Jonathan zoomed out into the movie once more. —Something like that... But most of the times you go to get lucky.

—That's a disgusting reason to party.

—Hey, when Billy said it you laughed.— He turned to Jonathan and gently kicked his leg.

—Billy is funny. A bit of a prick, but ironically funny.— Steve looked amusingly annoyed at that. —But I do not want to go to a club to get luckied.— Now Steve was laughing out loud, and Jonathan was really enjoying this moment.

—I- ..I know that's not your style, Jon. Maybe you won't get... Luckied... But you may find someone you like— The other boy was unsure at that statement. —I don't think so... I barely even talk to you.

—Fair point, but still. You don't need to talk to them, just a quick glaze to see if you like them and get motivated into going out some more.

—You're practically telling me to stalk them, Steve. And you know my reputation at that.— Steve closed his eyes, the fatigue getting to him. —I do.— He yawned —what time is it?

—Uhm, 4:12 pm, why?— Jonathan looked at him —wake me up at 8, that's when Billy's coming by.— Jonathan grabbed the sheet that was covering him and gave it to Steve, then he went to his room.

—Meet someone?

Steve was currently getting himself ready for his night, when a knock on his bedroom got him out of his thoughts. He opened the door to a very well (it was actually really basic; he wore a band tee from The Cure, and some black jeans with bandages in his arms, recently changed. But in a Byers language, he was throwing a fit.) dressed Jonathan.

—So you're coming?!— Steve's face lighted up, and Jonathan shook his head lovingly. —Yeah... But as I said, if you start losing your mind we are coming home.— Steve nodded rapidly, and they both headed out of their apartment. Billy was already waiting for them in the parking lot, he glanced at Steve patiently, but got startled when he saw Jonathan.

—So you did decide to come huh, Byers? You do have some balls there– — Steve punched him slightly. Jonathan just scoffed, one of the main reasons he didn't mind getting "ignored" by those two was that they were a fun pair to look at. Steve was always trying to stop Billy for being so imprudent, and Billy never seemed to really care. He liked to spectate.

—Just for tonight. Now let's go before I change my mind.— The trio hopped on Billy's car, and headed to the club.

When Jonathan stood out of the car he could feel his guts –and wrists– twitch, they weren't even inside the club yet, but he could feel the loud marginal music playing under his feet.

The trio entered, and Jonathan's eyes were looking for a place to sit, there weren't many people yet so he should take advantage of this, the three sat down as some drinks were placed at their table.

—...What's this?— The depressed one looked at Billy, who seem to know more about this whole clubbing stuff. With the music blasting the building they had to raise their voices. —Ah, that's an Old Fashion Cocktail dear Byers. Well, I didn't know what you two wanted, and I don't want to get excited before this thing starts, so I ordered some classics.—

—Yours looks different tho.— He pointed at Billy's drink while circling the cup in his hands, he looked a little unsure, uncomfortable, shy even. —This one's a Margarita. It's pretty Sour, do you want to try it?

—Billy, he hasn't even tried his. Let him be.— Steve made his way in the conversation. —Plus, I don't really think he'll like the taste..— now, that was true, Jonathan didn't like alcohol. Not the taste, not the feeling.

He hated it at best, but when he agreed to be in this club he knew that it meant to at least drink a single drop. People were already filling the place, lots of cute and sexy faces and tall bodies. Jonathan only made himself small in his chair, Billy was scanning the area like a spider looking for a fly to fall in it's web, Steve was pretty much doing the same, but he hid it better.

And, he always kept glazing at Jonathan a little insecure, like if he was asking for a permission to go. It was 8 pm when they arrived at this place, it has been 2 hours since. Billy was –obviously– the first one to leave the table, Steve looked like he wanted to do it too, but he wouldn't let Jonathan alone.

—Steve, you know you can go right?— He raised his voice as the music was giving him a headache (as expected). —And leave you here alone? No! Lord knows what will happen to you if–

—Steve. Go have fun! I'll be fine you don't need to baby me!— Steve still looked unsure. —...All right. But hey, if someone offers you something, do not accept it, and if somebody stares at you way too much come to me okay? And if–

—Jesus, Harrington. Just leave already!— Steve was babbling some more stuff before he fully left. —ugh... Now what?

Jonathan was feeling dizzy at the amount of things that were happening at the same time. He wanted to sleep, he haven't even tried his cocktail, and the music didn't make his night better. He thought about what Steve and Billy told him:

"Maybe you too could find someone y'know? You need to get fucked up or something, you're stiff as a board, Byers"

"You don't need to talk to them, just a quick glaze to see if you like them and get motivated into going out some more"

If you think about it, it isn't THAT hard now, was it? He just needed to look at people. Nothing more, it wasn't that difficult, it wasn't something he couldn't do...

Fuck it, he's not doing this shit. He didn't know how much time he actually spent thinking about getting up from the table, but when he looked at his watch it was already midnight.

He got up to search for Steve and Billy and get the heck out of there, until someone grabbed his arm. His face went pale, and he could feel his heart skip a beat. Was someone watching him this whole time he was sat? How didn't he notice?

—Hey!... Uh.. didn't mean to startle you, man. But can I ask you something?— Jonathan Hesitated to answer, but he turned around to face the person that was infront of him. His eyes met with some brown orbs, he took a minute to scan the other person.

Long –maybe curly? But those curls look very decayed so it might also be really wavy.– messy brown chocolate hair, 4 centimeters taller than him, he had eyeliner on which made his eyes pop out more in his opinion. A spider-like tattoo close to his collar bone and a "puppeter" one in the arm that was holding him, the cologne of this person was very addicting, but he could also smell... Cigarettes? He was wearing a leather jacket and a Mercyful fate shirt with dark blue jeans.

Jonathan snapped out his mind just before the lack of conversation and the horrific background music between them got uncomfortable.

—I.. y-yeah?— He still had to raise his voice for the other person to listen. —Can i pretend to be with you for a minute? There's this group that keeps looking at me, and I needed to get out of there.

Jonathan looked at the direction he suppossed the guy meant. And indeed, there were some people there. fortunately, they weren't glazing back. Jonathan returned to look at him.

—Uhm... Don't you wanna... Get out of here? They w-won't find you outside..— The taller one glazed at the club's doors —Sure.— They started walking towards the exit. The guy was still grabbing his arm, moving in-between the crowd, practically dragging him out.

Jonathan though about Steve And Billy, but then he remembered that they were probably getting lucky. And that they were most likely going home at 2 am or something.

Speaking of, Steve decided to glaze back at the table were Jonathan Was supposed to be, and when he saw that he wasn't he freaked out. Just then Billy bumped into him and looked at his eyes, and as if it was telepathy, he understood his worriness.

—Looks like Byers Fished one!— Billy pointed at the exit, and the two jocks looked at him being pulled by a long haired-being. —C'mon Harrington, can't let your night be wasted just by worrying way too much. He'll be fine, let 'em have a good time too.

—...Sure! but how are we supposed to know where he is? What if he needs something, or if he gets murdered or– —Billy interrupted him. —Jesus, Harrington let him be! He's a grown ass man! Now go to your date. Don't want her to leave don't you?!— Right.

—Phew, thank you man, I thought I wouldn't make it tonight.— Jonathan was about to answer, and as the music no longer violated his ears, his mind connected the dots of what just happened.

A complete stranger talked to him, a complete stranger talked to him AND trusted him enough to ask for help. He was with a complete stranger outside a club. This complete stranger grabbed his arm... Wait. HE GRABBED HIS ARM.

Jonathan looked at his bandages and of course he was bleeding. How didn't he notice the pain? Maybe because he was used to his arms always aching, and he didn't paid attention to it.

—Wow.. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?— The guy walked close to him again. —No-no I'm... I'm fine, really. You dont- you don't need to worry..— Jonathan was staring to panic, he didn't even know why he cared, it's not like we'll meet this person again.

—That looks pretty bad tho.. you sure you don't need help? I could...- as a thank you! You kinda saved me back there...— Jonathan only looked at him and blinked. The man did the same. —Huh, not much of a talker are we? I'm Eddie. Aaand you are...?

He hesitated again before answering. —Jonathan...— The man seemed pretty comfortable now that they were having a conversation, sort of. —Ah.. Jonathan... As in... Jon? Jon Oliva?— Eddie giggled. —Have we... Met before, Jonathan?— He had a small smile in his face, and his head was tilted a little bit, with an arched eyebrow.

—I don't... Think so...?— He was trying to think where could they have met before. But nothing seemed to click in his brain.

And now Eddie was touching his arm.

—AYE! uhum... Please don't touch me.— He took a small step back. —My bad, it's just that it's bugging me that we are talking while you bleed, Jon.— Jonathan blinked at the nickname.

—There's no-need to worry! Uhm... But.. I do need to change them...— He glazed at the parking lot, and them sighed. —Wait a minute...— Eddie looked at him perplexed with wide eyes, then a smile of amusement appeared.

—I do remember you! You're Jonathan Byers! I never exactly talked to you in highschool, but, you did seem like a pretty chill guy! Oh shit... Didn't your brother... Ah, Sorry, shouldn't be talking about that now, should I?

Sweet mother of pearl, that was a quick talk. Jonathan hasn't talked back, he just stared –As always–. The memory of his brother's vanishing and the events that were the following of that made his stomach hurt.

—...yeah. that's me.— He wanted to make himself small again. He wouldn't make it this night all sober, it was torturous. —You don't remember me do you?— Eddie asked. Jonathan tried looking for the answer in those big ol' brown eyes of his.

—M...Munson? Edward Munson?— Eddie made a comically bow at him. —The one and fortunately only. But please don't call me Edward, no soul calls me that.— Eddie giggled at the name, then composed himself and again glazed at his arms. He knew that Jonathan wouldn't want to talk about it, he was worried, yes. But he didn't want to irritate the guy.

—Do you smoke?

—So... Byers, what are you doing here, mh? You never seemed like a party person.— Eddie said after he took a drag out of his cigarette, the smoke going upwards. —I... Came with some friends...– — Jonathan had another Cigarette in-between his fingers.

—Well, well! Do my ears deceive me? You have friends Jonny?— He glazed at him with amusement still in his face. —...yes. I do.— Jonathan paused, he knew that if that was the first question (after his brother) that came out of Eddie's mouth, this conversation was going to be a little uncomfortable.

So, he tried to change the subject into something more recent than just highschool. —...why did you even come to me for help anyway? There were dozens of people you could ask for help too...

Eddie looked away slowly from Jonathan and closed his eyes, his smile got smaller, but his amusement never left. —Well I also came with some people, but I had that same ending as you.— He took another drag of his cigarette.

—Of course, being alone in a place like this isn't pretty save. And if you have a reputation like mine then you'll know people will always come after you.

Jonathan was looking at him, Eddie still wasn't. They both knew what reputations meant for people, and they both were victims of a bad one. —I know the people that were staring, and I know what they wanted.— Now his gaze was lost and his eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

—...what did they want...?— Jonathan dared to ask. —Probably beat the shit out of me.— He answered, clearly trying to laugh at his problems. —I saw that The Cure Shirt when you stud up and I immediately knew I could trust you.

—You were staring at me when I was sat?— Eddie now finally looked at him, their eyes connected, then Eddies' glazed... down, Jonathan couldn't tell if it was at his lips, or his shirt. That made his stomach twitch and he shallowed.

—I saw your face when I entered, the table you were in is pretty much Infront of the fucking entrance. And... Something told me that I have seen you before.— he didn't flick his gaze once when he told him this, still looking deep in Jonathan's eyes. Until he looked down, again.

Jonathan's mind was having a short-circuit moment right now, what the hell was he looking at? His lips? –Now why would ANYONE look at his sore lips?– his nose? –that was weird even for Eddie and Jonathan themselves.– his shirt? –Most likely, but in this state of life? It was less likely– was he staring at his body? Or maybe he was staring at his neck?–

—Hey Byers, sorry I can't do this anymore, you seriously need to treat those bandages man.— Or his arms... Right. Of course. Amazing job Byers, for thinking someone would even be looking at you that way.

—I... I'm- I'm sorry..- — he realized his cigarette was half way done, and he only took 2 puffs. He was getting a little –more– anxious, God. Billy was right, he looked stiff as a board. —...Uhm.. don't you have.. something stronger than cigarettes..?— He asked shyly.

—I do, but those are in my van, wanna hop in?— The deep staring contest was broke apart by Eddie, and Jonathan took a moment to breathe. —Uuh, I probably shouldn't be wasting too much time... But yeah, okay.

Eddie started walking, but to the other's surprise, he wasn't going to the parking lot. Jonathan questioned it at first, but then remembered that if some people were harassing him, it was obviously better to hide his van.

—I also think I have a kit or some shit in the front... If you want to change your little problem there— Jeez, Eddie didn't seem like the type of person who forgets easily about something. But, Jonathan guessed it was almost... Surreal... To be actually noticed? He wasn't used to people Caring, besides Steve of course, but Steve was his own category in that point.

—...Yeah, thanks.— His arm stopped bleeding ages ago, but his extra bandages were in Billy's car. Eddie's van was a lot more hidden than he expected, this felt like someone was going to murder him. Like Ted Bundy when he convinced those young women to get in his car by tricking them into thinking he had a disability. Well, almost.

—After youu~— Eddie Opened the back of the van, tilting his body a bit and with a smirk on his face. The van had 4 coats on the floor and a very used pillow. Beside it was a Lunchbox that looked used as well. — «Awesome, this is it for me I guess...» — Jonathan Thought.

He jumped in and sat near the used pillow, if you could call it that now. Eddie jumped as well and made a dramatic sigh out when he layed his body down, after blinking a few times, he grabbed the lunchbox and took a bag of weed.

Jonathan was looking at him while he rolled two joints with some paper that he had in the same lunchbox, taking his time scanning the van whilst at it.

It smelled like cigarettes, weed –and maybe other illegal substances–, three cheap colognes and Eddie's, which was stronger. — «This Smell is going to stick to my fucking nostrils.» — He kept glazing around and landed in a pile of tapes, he was curious to know what Eddie listened to.

—Voilà! Here you go, Jonny— he handed him a joint. —I normally charge, but I'm going to make an exception for today. Feelin' generous.— He winked at him. —Oh, I almost forgot— he sat on his knees and dragged his body to the front seats, Jonathan heard some moving noises and then Eddie came back in front of him and handed him new bandages.

—You don't have to change here, but I'll be more calm when you do.

—...or maybe when you get high.— That was the first thing Jonathan has said the whole time they were in the vehicle. Eddie letted out a soft laugh. —Yeah, or when I get high.

Jonathan looked at the joint in his hands, he hasn't really smoked weed before. He knew that it was stronger and fuzzier than cigarettes, he had tried a lot of things to keep his mind occupied from self destruction (but no matter how many months he tried he still relapsed), but illegal substances wasn't a part of this list.

He wanted to get better by "loving -ew- himself" doing things he liked, going out more (courtesy of Steve) finding new hobbies, nothing worked, and the use of drugs stopped looking like a bad option at all.

Jonathan stared at Eddie, who was lighting his joint, the orange lightning covering half of his face, he brought the joint to his lips and took a drag. Then he noticed Jonathan was looking at him like a fool, and Jonathan noticed it too.

—You're going to draw a hole into my skull if you keep glazing like that— he gave the other boy an amused look, and the other one lowered his gaze to his joint like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

—Hm, let me guess, you haven't smoked weed before, have you Byers?— Eddie tilted his head, and Jonathan shaked his, not really ashamed of it. He saw Eddie chuckle, a little loud.

—I would ask you why did you bother asking for weed then, but seeing you so tense it's clear to me that you need it.— Jonathan turned his head up again, and stared at Eddie five solid seconds.

Then he extended his arm to the hand where Eddie had the lighter, and the other guy gave it to him. Now it was Eddie who was looking deeply at Jonathan lighting his joint, putting it in-between his fingers and to his lips.

Jonathan took a drag and counted to ten, he could feel his chest and throat burn, and Eddie was still looking at him, as if expecting him to cough or choke. But it just made his eyes watery.

—Give it 3 minutes, that's when it'll start kickin' in.— Eddie threw his head back while closing his eyes, and now they both were in-between a not so bad silence. Jonathan was wondering about many things; first, were Steve and Billy okay? Were they looking for him? What time was it?

Surely Steve was going to give him a talk like a hysterical mother next morning, but that didn't matter. Well the thought must have been too funny cuz' now he was laughing softly, and he noticed it when Eddie was staring at him with a smile and an arched eyebrow.

—Do you mind sharing the joke with the whole class?

—Ah... Just some stupid thought about a... Friend of mine.

Eddie went to his regular position, and Jonathan planted his gaze in the tapes Eddie had. —...Can you put on some music?— He asked, the smallest hint of confidence kicking in.

—Now you're speaking my language.— Eddie smiled widely at him.

Eddie's taste in music was phenomenal. It wasn't what Jon was used to, cuz' whoever was singing sounded like he was having a stroke in the mic, but in a good way? He liked it.

Eddie was moving his head eagerly at the beat while doing some hand movements, and Jonathan was smiling at him, it was infectious.

Yeah, fly on your way like an eagle
Fly as high as the sun
On your way, like an eagle
Fly as high as the sun
On your way, like an eagle
Fly, touch the sun
On your way, like an eagle

—Fly!— Eddie said at the same time as the cassette ended. Jonathan sat beside him since the music started, —your taste is pretty good.— Eddie smiled at himself

—Why, thank you my friend, by your fit, I can tell you have an interesting one as well.

—Yeah... Well.. I mainly listen to The Clash, but this shirt was a gift from my brother, so I wanted to use it.

—So that's the kind of person I'm dealing with?— Eddie stared at Jonathan's eyes, waiting for an answer. He was dissociating, when he came back to earth he told the other boy

—Hm... Hey, off topic but your eyes would look great with some eyeliner— Jonathan arched an eyebrow. —Yeah! I mean, your eyebangs are cool, if you put some eyeliner on it'll look sick.

—«...Cool?» — Jonathan Thought. —Or I'll look more sleep depraved than I already look like.— he jokingly said —Oh please, don't be that harsh with yourself, I promise that you'd look great!

Jonathan looked away giggling, they finished their joints a couple of minutes ago. Their eyes were bloodshot. Jonathan felt a hand caressing his old bandages, he stopped it by placing his own on top of Eddie's.

—...you don't have some of your music here?— Eddie asked looking at Jonathan, their hands didn't move. —Huh?

—I mean, you already tasted mine, you should play some of your flavor too!

—Oh, well... My tapes are in my apartment, so... We would have to go there if you want to listen to them— he removed his hand away, Eddie did the same, just more lazily. —Heh... Weeelll in this state I doubt we can even move.

—How strong was the weed?— Jonathan asked —The weed? ...Not much actually, but it's around 2 am So I guess I'm just falling aslee–

—2 AM?!— Jonathan stud up a bit too quickly, and he got hella dizzy from it, Eddie looked at him surprised by the sudden movement, extending his arms just in case Jonathan falls.

—Shit... Ugh— He grabbed his head with both hands, squeezing his eyes shut. —..I'm sorry, I should really go and see if my friends are okay– — Before he could finish the sentence he fell just how Eddie predicted. —Hey, hey, it's alright, no need to be so rushed— Eddie moved him closer to himself by Jonathan's waist.

Jonathan was still holding his head with his hands, when Eddie pulled him over, his shirt rolled up just the tinniest bit, but the other boy could still see it. 

—Ouch...

—I'm afraid you won't be able to stand for now, Dear Byers— he gave him a smile, looking at Jonathan's face upside down, who was doing the same thing to Eddie. Without the smile part.
The Rockstar's hair was falling by his side and covering Jonathan's sides like a curtain.

Jonathan left out a chuckle —...You look stupid- Ow, Owowow..— he gripped his own hair slightly stronger.

—Ha. I wouldn't say nonsense if I were you.— Eddie straightened his back and slowly moved Jonathan up to place him against the van's walls. Then he opened the vehicle's back doors and stepped out.

—Okay, princess. Since you are so worried about those friends of yours, I'll bravely take you through the Deep forest and harsh winds to bring you to your promissed land of safety.

Jonathan glazed at him confused. —I'll treat whatever the heck is wrong with you so no more people want to beat the shit out of me because they thought I hurted someone.

—...while you're high?— The depressed one sounded unsure. —Well, I'm not in a rush now, am I?— He gave him a quick smile and a wink. Eddie went around the van to the front seats and grabbed some hydrogen peroxide and a towel.

—Can I see your..— he pointed Jonathan's arms. The other boy hesitated for a moment. —...why my arms..?

—Cuz' you've been bleeding for over an hour, Jon. If not two!

—...I'm not bleeding.— He crossed his arms, as if trying to hide them from the other's sight. —You still need a change, puppy boy.— Jonathan got startled at the nickname and his eyes were wide.

—Puppy boy?!

—Now that I have your attention,— He grabbed Jonathan's arm softly, he knew he was pushing the guy, but he still wanted to test the waters so he could back down for sure. When he sensed that Jonathan was still unsure, he held him for a couple of seconds, letting him get comfortable at the touch.

Then he pulled Jonathan to the edge of the Van, and slowly undid his bandages, unwrapping them. Eddie's eyes went wide when he saw the amount of scars, crusts and blood starting to drip from Jonathan's left arm.

Eddie didn't notice that the boy was crying, and he was also really pale. —...i'm-i'm sorry... I- I did..n't m.mean to....— Jonathan pulled his arm and brought it to his chest, he started apologizing out of a habit. Eddie was starting to panic as well.

—Hey, no, calm down, I just want to help you!— Eddie tried to extend his arm to Jonathan, but he flinched away. This situation reminded him of one time we sold drugs to a very anxious cheerleader. She was also panicking this way, just... Without the whole bloody situation.

He remembered that he hugged her without a second thought. So that's what he did here. Jonathan flinched even harder at the touch, but after a few seconds he calmed down.

—...yo-you're not m-mad.. r-right?— He hid his face in the crook of Eddie's neck. —...how could I?— The rockstar said calmly.

—...well.. lo-look at me, I'm... di-disgusting..— Eddie broke the hug apart and stared at him with a soft gaze. —You aren't, Jonny. This isn't your fault.— He said firmly, his gaze still soft.

—It is!— Jonathan collapsed again in his shoulder, and started crying even harder. Eddie let him melt into him, and he started caressing his back with his fingers. —...No, no don't say that.

He felt a grip in his back, Jonathan was probably staining his jacket. But that didn't matter. —Let me help you, Jon.— Jonathan pulled away for a moment. Eddie caressed his cheeks softly, cupping his face, telling him that everything was going to be okay.

Jonathan extended his arm to Eddie, still shaking a bit. Eddie grabbed the towel and spilled three drops of hydrogen peroxide to it. —Okay Jonathan, you can hold my shoulder. This might hurt a bit much.

He started cleaning the blood and some of his fresh injuries, Jonathan hissed at every touch, but he never stopped him. When the long hair boy finished, he pressed the towel against the other's wrists and forearm to stop them from bleeding, grabbed the bandages and started wrapping them.

—Do you want me to clean the other one as well, Byers?— Eddie looked at him smiling, trying to make the heavy atmosphere dissipate. —...No, the other one isn't that n-necessary..

They fell into silence once more. —...jeez... I made a show here... Didn't I?— Jonathan chuckled while whipping away his dry-wet tears.

—Do not worry about it. Hey, we still need to find your friends right?

—Hm...— Jonathan placed his head in Eddie's shoulder again. This time falling asleep. —Getting comfortable, Byers?— Eddie giggled. —...it doesn't bother you, does it...? My bad I probably shouldn't do this– — Jonathan started moving away until Eddie stopped him.

—Jesus Christ, Byers. you seriously need to stop apologizing for every breath you take!— Eddie grabbed his head and placed it in his shoulder again, caressing his hair. Jonathan was about to apologize again. But instead he said

—..You're warm.— Eddie looked at him flattered. —Why, thank you?— He listened Jonathan sigh heavily. —...I'm too high for this shit.— And he closed his eyes. Eddie laughed.

He was in-between Jonathan's thighs in the edge of the van, he was the only one standing. He stared at the sleepy one like a fool, scanning his face. Jonathan had really good features, and his eyebangs gave him a stray-puppy look. It was, cute. To say the least.

Now what the hell, he can't be thinking about another man like that. Not because he didn't think of other men that way, but because he didn't want to push him away so soon.

Subconsciously, he grabbed Jonathan's chin with his thumb, and gently half-opened his mouth through his lower lip. That made Jonathan lazily open his eyes, whilst also making Eddie realize what he was doing.

—...you, don't mind this do you?— Jonathan grabbed Eddie's wrist and closed his eyes again, affirming him that he didn't mind. Eddie continued to caress Jonathan's features, his skin was soft and cold, but his slightly sore lips left a warm path.

He wondered if they also felt warm.

—...Jonathan?— The mentioned left a 'hm?' —Are you really falling asleep?— That question was dumb. But he didn't exactly know what else to ask to break the silence and the tension that was in the air.

—...maybe...— He mumbled. —Don't you want to go somewhere else to sleep?

—...like where?— Jonathan half-opened his eyes. —Uhh, I dunno... Maybe you can sleep in my Van or we can, like... get you to your friends?

—...you're cozier than the van's and my friend's car.— Eddie's body shivered at those words. —...Yeah, okay. Uhm, soooo... My van it is?— Jonathan left another 'mhm'

Eddie was staring at the ceiling of his van. Jonathan was asleep beside him, covered by Eddie's Jacket and against the decayed pillow. The only one awake didn't feel sleepy anymore, he was used to staying unhealthy amounts of hours awake. His sleep schedule was pretty fucked.

He stared at Jonathan, his figure small compared to Eddie's. He was feeling a little breeze, making him cold. He moved his body close to Jonathan's, and wrapped his arms around him, covering them both with his jacket.

Jonathan opened his eyes, finding himself close to Eddie's chest. His cologne was stronger there.
—Eddie?— They meet each other's eyes, Jonathan's voice a little hoarse. —Sorry, I was getting kind of cold..— he had a tiny smile on his face.

—Oh.. don't worry then.— They didn't break apart their little staring contest. The air smelled like weed, cigarettes, sweat and at the same time, fresh air mixed with Eddie's scent.

Eddie leaned in slightly, his face centimeters away from the other boy, looking –again– for Jonathan's consent. When the other didn't pull away, he moved his lips close, and kissed him.

For his delight Jonathan did seem to enjoy it, since he leaned in it too. It was a soft, sweet and comforting kiss. They both were exploring each other's lips and caressing each other's hair and skin.

Eddie had his hands in Jonathan's body. One was in his back, and the other one was in his waist, going under Jonathan's shirt. He saw the boy shiver slightly at the touch of his silver rings, he smiled through the kiss.

Meanwhile Jonathan was a river of nervousness, he didn't know where to put his hands. So he sliced one in Eddie's scruff, going up and scratching the back of his hair softly, he swears he can hear Eddie purring. The air was becoming a little warmer now, comforting and necessary for both of them.

They broke apart when they remembered they needed to breathe. Eddie was looking at Jonathan with a bit of blush in his cheeks, while Jonathan was all red.

—You good?— Jonathan didn't answer, and Eddie was thinking that he did something wrong. —I... Y- Yeah, I'm fine..

—Soo...

—Sorry.. it- ugh it's just that– t-this was my... First kiss with... Y'know. A guy?

—So you've kissed women before, Jonny boy?— He gave him a sly look, but still staring at him lovingly. —...no?— Eddie laughed lightly.

—But you don't mind right? Kissing another man?— The hand that was in Jonathan's back was now close to his chest, whilst the other one kept caressing him under his shirt.

—...No? I don't... think so... I mean, I have found men attractive before, I think?— Jonathan looked a little embarrassed confessing this kind of stuff, he usually just told Steve this, but I guess there's always a first time to anything, am i right?

—...don't worry 'bout it. I get it, I normally don't pay much attention to the gender, as long as.. the other person likes me enough, then it's fine for me.— Eddie closed his eyes and brought his forehead against Jonathan's.

—...even if the person has a huge flaw and is probably really annoying and will bring you more problems than actual happiness..?— Jonathan also closed his eyes. He felt Eddie's nose against his now, both voices were low and hoarse.

—Even so, they can't give me more problems than my last name already gives me— he Kissed Jonathan again, the hand that was in the other's chest was now in his hair, pulling him closer.

Unlike the first ice-breaker kiss, this one was more desperate. Eddie bit Jonathan's lower lip which made the other boy slightly open his mouth in surprise and he could slide his tongue in.

Jonathan was startled with how good Eddie was, –not that he has kissed many guys before, but you get the point.– he breathed quickly and heavily, Eddie's hands left their usual activities and grabbed both of Jonathan's shoulders, breaking the kiss, he lifted himself up and placed Jonathan below him, now Eddie was on all fours and Jonathan had his arms around Eddie's neck.

Eddie continued the desperate kiss, both of them leaving low noises through their nostrils. They took small breaths every five seconds. Until Eddie's knee touched Jonathan's crotch, half-hard, and he letted out a quiet moan in-between the kiss.

—My, my, You're getting a little excited there, sweetheart.— Jonathan was flushed and tried looking away while hiding his face with his arms –which left Eddie's neck–

—S-shut up...— Jonathan whined when Eddie brought his nose to his neck, in-between his jawline. —Eddie...— Jonathan closed his eyes shut. The other boy carefully grabbed his hands, trying not to touch Jonathan's bandages, and placed them above his head, holding him in place with one hand.

The other one traveled through his body, sending Jonathan shivers every time his rings touched his skin. Eddie's liking and kissing went up to the other boy's lips again. Giving him a quick one when his hand reached his thigh, caressing it through the fabric of his jeans.

He moved his hand to the zipper of Jonathan's pants, making him leave a shaky sigh. —...let me know when to stop, okay? And please tell me if I'm hurting you.— Jonathan nodded.

Just when he was about to unzip Jonathan's pants, his van's doors suddenly opened. Both got startled at the sudden brightness of flashlights, Jonathan threw his head back to face the one's who discovered them, Eddie looked up. And both of them started thinking the worse case scenarios.

"Did they find me?" "Are they going to hurt Jon?" "How did they find the van?" "Who are these people?" Were the thoughts in Eddie's mind.

"What the...?" "How did they find us?" "Was I making too much noise?" "Why the flashlights?" "What time is it?" "Where are Billy and Steve?" Were the ones in Jonathan's.

—Eddie... what the heck!— A short guy with wavy fluffy hair was the one that opened the van's doors. —Could you at least try to find somewhere more private for this?

—Gareth? What are you doing here?— Eddie looked confused, so did Jonathan. —These fellas were looking for the guy you were about to blow, Eddie. Jesus, the others won't let this slide for tomorrow's stories— Gareth moved aside to show the view to 'the fellas'.

The other people behind him were Steve and Billy. Billy looked amused, Steve looked like he just saw a ghost.

—Jonathan?!— Said Steve with wide eyes, Billy left a faded whistle. —Told ya' to leave 'em alone, Harrington. My bad Byers, he didn't agree to drink anything besides his first cocktail so I couldn't keep him much entrained.

Jonathan went pale when he saw Billy. Now be was going to expose him for being queer, amazing. —Wait a fucking minute, Hargrove and Harrington? They are your friends?— Eddie looked at him, and now he wanted to throw up.

—Ya' got a problem with that, punk?— Billy looked drunk as fuck, but the tiredness won him. —Billy don't do this now.— Steve intervened.

Holy Steve noticed that Jonathan was getting anxious, so he had to calm him down. —Jonathan, don't worry, BILLY won't say anything about this. He doesn't mind, really.— He took a step forward, close to the edge of the van.

—And, Munson? What a surprise. But could you let him free? ...Jesus what's that smell?— Eddie letted go off Jonathan, who looked a little disappointed.

They both seated down beside each other, catching their breaths for a moment. — 'Aight Eddie, the others already left, at least i think so. But I have somebody already waiting for me, so you have to go alone, is that alright?

—Oh, yeah yeah, sure...— Eddie wasn't really paying attention to Gareth's words, and he looked a like zoomed out. Gareth hesitated to go, but he did anyway.

That left Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers and Eddie Munson alone. Now that's truly a peculiar gang.

Jonathan stopped one of his fingers on top of Eddie's hand, which brought him back to his senses. He stood out of the van quickly and nervously, and helped Jonathan stand out too.

—I should... Yeah, i should go.— Said Eddie after four minutes of pure silence, looking at Jonathan. Who looked even more disappointed than just then. —Yeah... I should.. go too.

Billy made a 'meh' face and Steve looked worried –As expected–, but Jonathan didn't want to leave Eddie alone, not for... Whatever happened in that van, but because how the hell was he going to ride home high?

Steve looked at Jonathan —C'mon Jon. Let's go home.— Billy was the first one to turn around and start walking, Steve followed him after. But Jonathan stayed where he was, glazing at Eddie, who gave him a quick look when he noticed that he was being stared at.

—Can you come with me to the front real quick? I won't waste much of your time.

—Oh, uhh... Sure.— Steve turned around and crossed his arms while looking at Jonathan, his body language telling him 'hurry'. Jonathan glazed at Eddie who was already walking to the front of the vehicle, he followed him quickly.

Eddie opened the driver's seat, seating down and leaving the door open for Jonathan to see what he was doing. He grabbed a piece of paper he had for rolling joints and a pencil that was in the glove of the van.

—...here you go, just in case.— He handed Jonathan the paper with a number on it, with an awkward grin in his face. —Just... Don't call during the day, that's when my uncle's home. And, maybe I'm not home either... But please do call me— He looked at Jonathan with the slightest hope in his eyes.

—...alright, I'll try, good... Bye then?— They made an eye contact full of intention just how they did inside the vehicle. —That's not a nice goodbye, man.

Eddie brought his hand to Jonathan's chin and leaned in to kiss him on the side of his lips, making the other boy blush.

—That's more like it.— They both smiled, well Eddie smiled wider but yeah, they both were happy.

Jonathan took a few steps back so Eddie could close the door and start the engine. He walked off to Steve who was still waiting for him, Billy a few steps away.

—I see you found someone.— Jonathan punched his arm. —Screw you.— They walked 'till they were close to billy, still near the van.

Billy was glazing back at the hidden vehicle when suddenly a strange noise coming from the van made the other two turn around. —Shit!—Was the next thing they heard.

—Uhh-huh.... That's not the noise of something that will drive anytime soon.— Said Billy. Jonathan and Steve shared looks.

They walked towards the van again, facing a very much stressed out-Eddie. His head was faced down on the steering wheel, when he saw the other three he turned around, his hair covering half of his face

—...hello again.— He left a frustrated sigh out. Jonathan glazed at Billy —Do you think you can tow his van?— Billy arched an eyebrow. —I mean, I may have some shit to do that. But our mom here won't let me drive.— He looked at Steve.

—And out of you three I'm probably the most capable of driving. So wait here, I'll bring the fucking rope.— He left, a little annoyed.

Jonathan looked at Eddie again, who was already glazing at him dumbfounded.

Now they were all riding in Billy's car, towing Eddie's van. Jonathan and Eddie were in the backseats while Billy fell asleep in the passager's seat. Eddie was snuggling himself in the crook of Jonathan's neck, also falling asleep.

—I guess the calls won't be necessary if I know where you live, huh?— He murmured, and Jonathan scoffed. —Yeah... Hey, maybe you can listen to my music after all if you're going to my apartment.

—Oh, you're right..— Eddie yawned, —...hey, didn't know your head stopped hurtin'...— he closed his eyes, gripping his arms around Jonathan. —...Mhm. it did when you first broke the ice I guess.

He really didn't pay attention to that, but he probably would get a bigger headache next morning. —...Steve?

Said the boy after he was sure that Eddie was long asleep. —Yeah?

—Today was... Unexpected.
—I can tell
—Let me finish.— Steve jokingly rolled his eyes. —-Unexpected, but I guess it wasn't that bad. It only got "good" when I stepped out the club tho.

Steve smiled at him through the rearview. —Told you that I would be worth it, but you need to take a shower when we arrive, you two smell awful.

—He doesn't smell that bad...— Jonathan placed his nose on top of Eddie's hair. —Still. If he's staying, he'll shower.

Steve's eyes went back to the road, there wasn't a soul in the streets.
When they arrived after a 20 minute car drive, Steve forced them all to take a shower, since their apartment had two bathrooms, the first ones to take it were the guests. And then the hosts.

When Jonathan came out of the shower, he didn't have his bandages, he went to his room and Eddie sat in his bed leg crossed with some pants that Jonathan gave him. (and shirtless, but just cuz' he wanted to)

Eddie was staring deeply at Jonathan's scars, after his shower, his senses came just a little back to him. Jonathan noticed it, and got anxious at the staring and lack of words from the other man.

—Do you still want to stay with someone who has flaws, and will bring you more problems than happiness?— Jonathan looked a little hurt at Eddie, who said —Don't we all have flaws?

Jonathan had a plain shirt in his hands, he passed it through his head and wore it. —Well you're sitting in a blood stained mattress.— Eddie looked down —Okay now that's fucked up.

He stud up and approached Jonathan, carefully grabbing one of his arms, Eddie's hands were rough and warm, and Jonathan's skin was cold from the shower. The rockstar brought his arm to his mouth and left small kisses on it, traveling till he reached his hand.

—...if you look them enough they look really sick, like these sweet tatties over here— he moved Jonathan's hand to his Spider tattoo. Not breaking the eye contact —Oh my god you're such a cornball.— He softly pushed Eddie back, who also laughed slightly.

—See? You can't give me more problems that I already give myself.— He approached Jonathan and kissed him again. Jonathan leaned in and started walking towards his bed, making him and Eddie fall.

Eddie hugged him, and Jonathan was caressing his hair softly. They broke apart their kiss and moved themselfs so there was enough space in the bed for both of them. They kissed each other again, sweetly.

—We swould sweep Jown— said Eddie in-between the kiss. Jonathan smiled and gave him a last kiss. —Yeah... You're right. Good night Eddie.— he adjusted his face in Eddie's neck.

—Good night Jonny.— Now Eddie was the one caressing his hair, it was 4 –and something– am already, so they fell asleep cuddling each other pretty quickly.

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