That boy - no, man - was the pinnacle of everything you hated in this world. He was loud, and full of it. But he was your little brother’s friend, which meant when Dustin hosted game nights, Eddie and him were a package deal.

Tonight was the third Friday of the month, which meant it was time for a campaign at the Henderson house. (Sponsored mostly by your mother, Dustin’s pocket money, and a culmination of a jar which was housed at Eddie’s place, designated for spare change to fund the next campaign.)

Currently your mother was out of town on a work trip, which left you in charge of the house- but with all seven of the boys downstairs in your living room it was becoming a bit too much to deal with- so you had made sure they had grabbed some pizza, but you had also forced them to drink a glass of water each and forced them to eat some crackers to hopefully prevent them being sick all over the carpet you’d have to clean.

Eddie however was not impressed by your motherly actions “Christ, Henderson, your sister’s such a wet blanket” he had snickered, and Dustin had awkwardly nodded along, not wanting to argue with his best friend, but also not wanting to upset you, because he did really love you even if he lied.