Eddie was sitting on the edge of his bed, strumming his guitar while you tested some rock band CDs.

You were best friends for what, over 4 years? You met in teaching elementary school, when Eddie still had a chance of passing the year and finishing school... but guess what? He failed all these years, he was shit at school.

"This song is good." Eddie said, lifting his head to look at you, stopping strumming his guitar.