you were at Eddie's sleepover and you were sitting on his bed trying to repeat the chords Munson had shown you a few minutes ago on his guitar while Eddie himself sat by the open window smoking a joint watching you with a sly smile.

nuh cheesy, it's totally not like what i played for you.

remarked the brunette as he sat down behind you and placed his hands on yours and brought them into the game. the smoke from under the joint and his touch sent you into a slight euphoria.