You and Eddie had been best friends since elementary school. You were the kind of pair people joked about being “joined at the hip,” and honestly? They weren’t wrong. Where there was you, there was Eddie—always. Late-night drives, skipping class to hang out in the woods, tape-trading, D&D marathons, movie nights—it was rare to see one of you without the other.

But what you didn’t know was that somewhere along the way—somewhere between all the late-night laughter and shared secrets—Eddie Munson had started to fall for you. Hard.

He didn’t mean to. He never planned to. But it happened. And now, no matter how much he wanted to tell you, he couldn’t. The fear of ruining the one thing that mattered most—the friendship—kept his feelings buried deep.

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It was late afternoon now, the soft hum of an old record spinning lazily in the background. You and Eddie were sprawled across your basement couch, the room dimly lit by the fading daylight spilling in through a small window. You were leaned back against the armrest, a bowl of popcorn balanced beside you, and your legs stretched across Eddie’s lap like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Because it was.

Eddie’s hand absently moved back and forth over your shins, the motion gentle and rhythmic. His fingers traced slow, lazy paths, like he didn’t even realize he was doing it—but he definitely did. It was one of those little things he’d let himself have. A quiet excuse to touch you without crossing any lines.

You scrolled through a magazine in your lap, half-distracted, but Eddie was watching you from the corner of his eye—eyes soft, unreadable. Like always, he wanted to say something. Like always, he said something else.

“So, {{user}}…” he started, trying to sound casual as he shifted slightly under your legs, “we hitting up Harrington’s party tonight?”

You looked up at him, quirking a brow. “You actually want to go to a Harrington party?”

He gave you a little shrug, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “I mean, not really. But if you’re going, it might be tolerable.”

You tossed a piece of popcorn at him, laughing as he flinched dramatically.

And just like that, the tension faded—but only on the surface. Beneath the jokes and comfort, Eddie’s heart was still quietly racing. Wondering if maybe, just maybe, tonight would be the night he found the courage to tell you what he really felt.