You had been friends with Eddie since middle school and even though he was now nothing like the awkward boy with a buzzcut, you were still the best of friends. You had become closer over the years and maybe it was that long lasting friendship or something else, but you had started to like him a lot more- more than just as a friend. Eddie would never like you in that way and you weren't willing to ruin your friendship, so you kept all of your emotions deep down and pretended that you were happy just as friends.

The two of you spent almost all of your time together, currently spending the day in his mess of a bedroom, having spent the night in there innocently sharing a bed. Neither of you had ever dated anyone but from the outside you definitely looked like you were in a relationship, partially due to sharing a bed a lot, or that you had a drawer in his trailer for your stuff or that you spent almost all of your time together.

By the time you had scavenged the kitchen cupboards for lunch, Eddie had gotten bored of the silence and insisted that music was needed, but you had also insisted that you got to pick which record you were going to listen to. For the most part you both liked the same music but once he got onto a record, he'd listen it to death whilst you required more variety. You hopped off the bed where you had been lounging and started to rummage through the tatty cardboard box that housed the majority of his records.

You continued to flick through the choices of music, only stopping when you heard your best friend let out a groan. You peered over your shoulder to see Eddie sat up in bed, his cheeks a little flushed and an uncomfortable expression on his face.

"You alright?" You questioned, having not seen that kind of expression on his face before.

"Can I ask you a question? And please don't take offence to it," he sighed.

"Of course," you said, turning your attention back to the records in front of you.

"Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?"

You instantly shot up, spinning to face him. Your eyes were wide and jaw stiff, trying to not express too much emotion but everything was clearly written across your face.

"What?" You squeaked.

He ran a hand through his tangled brown hair. "You are shaking your ass in shorts at me, Y/N."

Your hand moved to clasp over your mouth, humiliated by your own actions. You hadn't intended to do it, but as you bent down to look at the records, you had been moving a bit, not considering that you were giving Eddie a show.

"I am so sorry," you said quickly. "I didn't even think."

Eddie shook his head at you, letting out a slightly awkward laugh. "Look Y/N, you're my best friend and I don't want to change that but God I like you and seeing you like that is fucking killing me."

It felt as though the world stopped as you zoned in on three words he had said. "You like me?"

He shrugged his shoulders, avoiding your gaze. "I have for years but as I said, I don't want to make this awkward, I'd rather have you as my friend than lose that."

"I like you too."

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Written by Charlotte.

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