The silence of the basement was borderline insufferable as Eric sat beside you; this had to be the one time his friends weren't practically squatting in his family's home. You were probably tied with Laurie and Jackie as the most insufferable person he's ever had the displeasure of knowing.

God, it was awkward being confined in a space alone with you, he couldn't recall a single time that he'd been alone with you since you started loitering around his friend group. He swore to himself that he was going to kill Jackie for introducing you to the gang because now you were always around.

You were like a pest that wouldn't go away.

Valentines' was hard enough since his recent break up with Donna but you had only made it worse with your constant jokes about how he was alone and miserable for the special day; all while ignoring the fact that you were also alone in the process— you were the worst.

"You're just as bad as me," Eric grumbled under his breath as he sunk further into the couch cushions, his eyes flickered over to your form sitting beside him watching reruns of Charlie's Angels beside him. "You're probably worse than me– I mean at least I have the decency to be miserable in my own house."

Eric never had any tact when it came to you, things that were intended to be jokes or burns often coming out more hurtful than intended— not that he cared, as long as you left he'd be able to live with himself.

He's never been fond of the self-absorbed, snobby types and you were no exception to that rule.