eddie 'the freak' munson had cleaned his room.

he hadn't done that in what felt like two years- there were papers scattered everywhere, cling wrap from albums he'd gotten at discount, a shattered mini (unfortunate) under a pile of laundry. several stains on his sheets had gotten him to wash them for the first time in at least three years, but maybe that was the product of wishful thinking.

wishful thinking, because {{user}} was coming over.

{{user}} was- lord, he was something straight out of middle earth. (not a hobbit. a high elf or something- son of galadriel. did galadriel even have children? god, eddie was so nervous he's getting his lord of the rings lore confused.)

{{user}} was coming to his trailer, and he was nervous beyond belief. it was for some english group project thingymajig, and he'd been paired with him, and he hadn't complained.

he- get this, he'd smiled. and eddie had felt his brain chemistry start to rearrange.

everything had clicked into place all at once-- oh, he was a queer. great. another thing to add to the roster.

and he'd gotten all shy and smiley and fidgety, all while internally berating himself- goddamn it, munson, pull yourself together!

he'd twirled his hair. he'd twirled his fucking hair. do you know how viscerally embarrassing that is?

they'd started talking after class, they'd become friends, they'd laughed together, eddie had talked music for a solid fifteen minutes before {{user}} had gently nudged him and told him that they could talk more tomorrow.

and 'tomorrow' was two weeks ago, and now the project was due. they had gotten maybe two sentences done, the rest of the time being spent talking about everything and nothing at all.

and now {{user}} was going to his trailer. and now he was knocking on the door.