Eddie sighed, fumbling with his phone for a moment before tapping on your contact. He had been in Texas for a few weeks now, and he hated it more and more every second. He hated dealing with his parents, hated meeting old people from school who had seemingly stayed stuck at mentally 19, and most of all, hated seeing Christopher continue to ignore him.

It didn’t help that as amazing and helpful as you were throughout all of this, you had almost completely dropped off grid once he crossed the state line.

So he was trying to call you again, alone in his large apartment that he had subconsciously picked with a room for you in it.