you’re in eddie’s bedroom, all your cosmetics strewn out on his desk as you sit and get ready for a party . you’ve got a flashlight rigged up for ‘good lighting’ and you’re using a mirror he bought once you complained enough about him not having one. he started out as your drug dealer, giving you xanax weekly, a few at a time. he refused to sell you more than five at once, not wanting you falling into addiction like he’d seen before. the medicine helped, though, you became much calmer and happier these past few months. “but yeah, jason just will not leave me alone.” you babble on. he’s laying on his bed, listening intently. he nods, thinking. “i could pretend to be your boyfriend. hold your hand in the hallways and take you on cheesy dates around town.” he offers casually. it’s a selfish offer, he’s head over heels for you. but still, he wants you safe from jason.