( eddie bites his lip when steve's messages start coming through. it used to be a painful subject, his mother, but he feels mostly numbness now. he focuses on the last texts which offer up a much more pleasant mental image. )
well if you played guitar once, it probably won't take much to get back into it. it's like riding a bike, kind of. do you ever wonder? you know, what would have happened if you chose guitar instead of basketball?
riding a bike? c'mon. it's a little harder than that. but i'd like it if you taught me. i picked basketball. kinda didn't have a choice with my parents.
[ and that's what they wanted. a boy in sports, one that would grow to be strong and formidable. sure, he was a jock and did jock things and became the king of his little kingdom, but it wasn't... full enough for him. never was. power, worship, that could only take him so far. the deeper connections were lost, thrown away in the wind. ]
( eddie frowns. he always used to be jealous of steve, of that house, but now that he's getting to know steve beyond his first impressions, he's starting to realize just what kind of a price he has paid for it all. )
you weren't outright mean. tommy h. and carver, sure, but i don't know, you always seemed like you didn't approve.
( it never seemed like enough, but after what lucas went through with carver, he understands the pressures of those friendships a little better. besides, eddie knows he was guilty of pressuring his own friends into sticking to a narrow path. even if he had the best of intentions, trying to keep kids from losing their vibrant personalities to the dangers of conformity, he knows by now that he was no better than the jocks sometimes. )
it's all water under the bridge, anyway. you're not that guy anymore. but yes, i'll teach you.
[ steve's been alone for as long as he can remember. his parents started taking trips early - especially his father, who's been more absentee than not. his mother has her clubs - cards, shopping, gardening, and she's a busy woman. he's learned that it's their choice, but sometimes he feels as if he's some kind of trophy for them.
that was a hard realization.
steve leans his spine against the wood of his headboard, looking down at his phone. he's lonely, but talking this way with eddie - it helps. it always does. he feels less like a statue behind fingerprint-proof glass. he's a person, whole and complete, and he's found that. it's strange, it's scary - but eddie has his heart. he hopes he doesn't break it. ]
you don't have to be nice to me about it, munson. i know what i did. and yeah, most times, i didn't. but that didn't keep me from letting it happen.
[ it's not often he talks this seriously with someone, so he bites his lip, sucking it between his teeth. no one deserved his treatment, but that's gone. he's grown into someone responsible, someone safe. he hopes that eddie can see that. ]
( he's about to type "but i had a giant crush on you so i was willing to overlook that" but maybe he shouldn't up and admit that to steve so willingly. besides. it's more like "have" a giant crush. present tense. as in, it hasn't gone away yet, if anything it's gotten worse now that steve is more than just someone who really knows how to fill out his gym shorts. )
high school was a shitty time for us all. and now that i know what you're like and what you were dealing with, let's just say i get it. you tell me when you wanna start, big boy, and i'll make sure my acoustic is ready for you.
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well if you played guitar once, it probably won't take much to get back into it. it's like riding a bike, kind of.
do you ever wonder? you know, what would have happened if you chose guitar instead of basketball?
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it's a little harder than that.
but i'd like it if you taught me.
i picked basketball. kinda didn't have a choice with my parents.
[ and that's what they wanted. a boy in sports, one that would grow to be strong and formidable. sure, he was a jock and did jock things and became the king of his little kingdom, but it wasn't... full enough for him. never was. power, worship, that could only take him so far. the deeper connections were lost, thrown away in the wind. ]
i'm sorry if i was ever like.
not nice to you.
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you weren't outright mean. tommy h. and carver, sure, but i don't know, you always seemed like you didn't approve.
( it never seemed like enough, but after what lucas went through with carver, he understands the pressures of those friendships a little better. besides, eddie knows he was guilty of pressuring his own friends into sticking to a narrow path. even if he had the best of intentions, trying to keep kids from losing their vibrant personalities to the dangers of conformity, he knows by now that he was no better than the jocks sometimes. )
it's all water under the bridge, anyway. you're not that guy anymore.
but yes, i'll teach you.
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that was a hard realization.
steve leans his spine against the wood of his headboard, looking down at his phone. he's lonely, but talking this way with eddie - it helps. it always does. he feels less like a statue behind fingerprint-proof glass. he's a person, whole and complete, and he's found that. it's strange, it's scary - but eddie has his heart. he hopes he doesn't break it. ]
you don't have to be nice to me about it, munson.
i know what i did.
and yeah, most times, i didn't. but that didn't keep me from letting it happen.
[ it's not often he talks this seriously with someone, so he bites his lip, sucking it between his teeth. no one deserved his treatment, but that's gone. he's grown into someone responsible, someone safe. he hopes that eddie can see that. ]
i'm not. you're right.
then teach me.
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( he's about to type "but i had a giant crush on you so i was willing to overlook that" but maybe he shouldn't up and admit that to steve so willingly. besides. it's more like "have" a giant crush. present tense. as in, it hasn't gone away yet, if anything it's gotten worse now that steve is more than just someone who really knows how to fill out his gym shorts. )
high school was a shitty time for us all. and now that i know what you're like and what you were dealing with, let's just say i get it.
you tell me when you wanna start, big boy, and i'll make sure my acoustic is ready for you.