Chapter Text
Chapter 1 - The Realisation
Steve pov:
"STEVE!!!! STEEEEVE!!!"
I groaned and reluctantly opened my eyes, turning to my clock which read; 09:52. What the hell does Dustin want at almost 10 in the morning?
I lifted myself off my bed, grabbing a sweater off the ground and putting it on before quickly fixing my hair and walking down the stairs.
Dustin was still yelling for me once I reached my front door, I swung it open and grabbed him, pulling him inside.
"Shut up Henderson! your gonna wake up the neighbours. Now what's so important you had to wake me up?"
I said rubbing my eyes, I was still half asleep.
d) "Eddie's band is performing tonight and I really wanna go!!"
he looked down and the ground
s) "and what does this have to do with me-?"
d) "Well, my mom won't let me go because their only audience usually is some drunk old men, but she said that if I can get someone else to come then it'll be okay soo..."
s) "Henderson please dont tell me your here to ask me to babysit you while you watch the freak play his music"
I said and crossed my arms, I wouldn't mind seeing Munson perform but he didn't need to know that. He didn't need to know that ever since he forced me to hang out with him and Munson that I couldn't stop thinking about him, Eddie 'the freak' munson. I don't really know what's wrong with me but it doesn't bother me much at the moment, I'm sure I just care for him, since hes so close with Henderson and the other kids. Yea that's what it is, a friend caring about another friend. Right?
d) "pleaasssseeee Steve? come on! it'll be fun"
I knew that if I said no he'd only keep asking, or just be disappointed, which both of those were equally terrible so I said yes, against my own will.
s) "Fine, only to keep you happy kid"
I ruffled his hair and he looked up at me with the biggest grin I'd seen.
"AHH THANK YOU STEVE YOU WONT REGRET IT!"
He turned around to run back out to his bike which he parked leaning up against my car, when he turned back around and yelled at me-
"BY THE WAY ILL NEED YOU TO PICK ME UP AROUND 6:40, THE GIG IS AT 7 BUT I WANNA BE EARLY"
He jamp on his bike and drove off quicker than I could ask him where exactly I would be driving him too, but hopefully he'd just tell me when I picked him up.
I shrugged and closed the front door, turning around and dragging my still half asleep body back up the stairs and into my bed. I set an alarm for 5:30 and close my eyes, drifting back into my dreams.
- - - - - -
I wake back up to the sound of my of my alarm ringing in my ears. I turned it off and jamp up off my bed, I still had an hour and 15 to get ready but keeping up beauty such as mine takes a lot of work.
I leave my room quickly and jump in the shower, letting the warm water hit my skin. 10 minutes later I was finished, I dried my hair with a towel which I then proceeded to wrap around my waist as I walked back into my room.
I threw on some underwear and searched around for something to wear. I wore some old black ripped jeans with a plain brown belt and a dark green sweater. It was now 6 so I had 45 minutes to fix my hair until I had to pick up Dustin.
I walked over to my desk and picked up a black comb which I used for parting my hair, and then I brushed my hair through to get rid of any knots.
I spent another 20 minutes fiddling with it to make myself look perfect, when I was finished I sprayed it with my hairspray and walked over to my closet to grab a pair of plain white sneakers.
The time was now 6:40. I quickly ran down the stairs, grabbing a jacket, and ran through the front door of my mansion, locking it on the way out. I opened my car door and jamp in, turning on the engine and quickly speeding over to Dustins house to pick him up.
Surprisingly enough I got there at exactly 6:45, on the dot, just as he'd said to me previously that day.
I didn't even need to knock on the door as Dustin was already peering through the curtains out from the living room window, his eyes lit up when he saw me pulling into the drive way and he sprinted through the front door, almost tripping as he swung open the door on my car and jumped in. He was wearing his Hellfire t-shirt and a pair of cream coloured pants, his hair was an obvious mess, but it was covered by his 'thinking cap' so it didn't matter.
s) "Woaaahh there buddy, chill out before you hurt yourself"
d) "sorry! I'm just so excited"
s) "yea yea, now where exactly am I driving too? you never actually told me"
Dustin pulled out a small piece of paper with the adress on it from his pockets ans handed it to me with a grin on his face.
10 minutes later we arrived at the venue, Dustin was practically exploding from excitement and I couldn't help but smile at how precious it was, he really was like a little brother to me, and it was great to see him so happy. We walked through the doors and the stage was straight in front of us, they must have been here a while already as everything was already set up and Eddie and his band were nowhere to be seen.
Me and Dustin took two seats right infront of the stage and I took out some candy I had thrown in my jacket pockets before I'd left and handed it to him, eyes lighting up yet again, with his big grin.
Not long later they came onto the stage, Eddie holding his guitar, and of course he wore his black ripped jeans, handcuff belt, multiple chains and other pieces hung off his jeans and he wore a black t-shirt with 'Corroded Coffin' writen across the front in white, he had on multiple necklaces around his neck, however some were just plain chains, and of course on each of his fingers he wore 1 or 2 silver and black rings. I didn't really recognise any of the others with him aside from Gareth, but even then that was only because I'd seen him hang out with Eddie a lot, not that I cared all that much anyway, I was here for Dustin and (even though I'd never actually admit it) Eddie.
A few seconds later Eddie started playing, they were playing 'For whom the bell tolls' by Metallica, well that's what Dustin said atleast, I had absolutely no idea what I was listening too.
It didn't take long until I was completely mesmerised by Eddie and the way he played his guitar, the way his fingers moved as the pick hit each string sounding a tune each time, the was his hands gripped the guitar, how beautiful his hands wer- what! no, what am I thinking! You're not gay Steve!
But I just couldn't, I found myself staring at him, studying him closely, was he always this handsome? his eyes were such a beautiful dark brown that shone in the light and his long, curly brown hair fell perfectly onto his shoulds, and framed his handsome face beautifully. Wait.. was I actually checking out Eddie Munson?
What the fuck is happening to me..