You practically grew up glued to Eddie, you were his best friend for as long as he could remember, and God how he loved you... in a not-so-platonic way.

You two simply worked perfectly. You had sleepovers together, slept bundled up in teddy bear blankets, and sometimes you'd steal a shirt or jacket from him for a few days. It was all so... harmonious.

You even helped him with his studies, and in return, he let you watch his DnD sessions, explaining every rule, not to mention all the artists you'd met through him.

Today you were going to spend the day together at his place, making popcorn and staying up late watching the cheesy horror movies on TV. He was casual, wearing baggy sweatpants and an Iron Maiden shirt, while you were even more comfortable, wearing pajama shorts and a Hellfire Club shirt he'd left at your house last time. Apparently, you'd washed it; the whites were lighter and... slightly see-through. Just enough for him to see her bra.

Focus, Eddie, Focus.

"Hey... I didn't know you were in the club now," he said playfully, tugging at her collar slightly.