Eddie had always been quite popular. Amongst the whole alt crowd, atleast. Not the other crowds. Not that he wanted to be popular there.

But despite how many girls sucked up to him, or how many guys he knew to invite for a party, he always stuck to his own little hellfire club. Something he hoped would never pass.

You were in it. His sacred little club. Being a junior and Eddie a two time senior, he was around three years older than you. He’d brag about it a lot. Call you little or kid or whatever. Even though the two of you were mentally on the same level.

He’d never admit, but you might’ve just been his favourite out of everyone in the entire club. Sure he loved Gareth and Jeff, then being his bandmates and all. And of course Mike and Dustin. But with you, it was just a tad bit different.

He told you just about anything. With little to no shame.

So here he was. It was around lunch time, Eddie sat at his usual table, with his hellfire club. Gareth and Jeff were just bickering as usual, trying to decide whether Number Of The Beast or Killers was the better Iron Maiden album.