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[ The fourth of July was far from his favorite holiday. In years passed, Eddie might have described himself as actively hating it, could remember all the times he had shut himself in his room and waited for the explosions of fireworks to end. They were obnoxious, unpleasant, Eddie couldn't imagine a situation where he willfully submitted himself to something like that. That, of course, was also at a time when he couldn't imagine dating Steve Harrington. How things had changed.
Steve had been the one to ask him to come to the community picnic, and Eddie had made quite the show of huffing and puffing and not wanting to go. But the fact was, if Steve was inviting him to something, there was no way he was turning that down. Eddie doesn't have anything patriotic to wear, settles for a solid red short against a pair of blue jeans. It's enough for him to manage to blend in among the citizens of Hawkins, most of them decked out in stars and stripes.
It's a little difficult for him to admit that he's having fun, especially when it's such a normal, stock activity. How much more white bread could he get? But they're there together, even if they're mostly trying to pretend they're not, watching their friends chase each other across the park, consuming plates of hot dogs and potato salad. Eddie finds himself relaxing as the day goes on, and hey, the cooler full of beers he's been grabbing from definitely helps.
The sun is starting to set, fireworks are promised in the near future, when Eddie saunters his way back over to Steve. He's buzzed enough to not think to much about curling an arm around Steve's waist, and it helps that the rest of their town is equally drunk or distracted. ]
I'm still not sure I see what all the fuss is about. [ He laughs, as though he's said something tremendously funny, and relishes in the feeling of having Steve close to him. ] America's birthday, so what?
Steve had been the one to ask him to come to the community picnic, and Eddie had made quite the show of huffing and puffing and not wanting to go. But the fact was, if Steve was inviting him to something, there was no way he was turning that down. Eddie doesn't have anything patriotic to wear, settles for a solid red short against a pair of blue jeans. It's enough for him to manage to blend in among the citizens of Hawkins, most of them decked out in stars and stripes.
It's a little difficult for him to admit that he's having fun, especially when it's such a normal, stock activity. How much more white bread could he get? But they're there together, even if they're mostly trying to pretend they're not, watching their friends chase each other across the park, consuming plates of hot dogs and potato salad. Eddie finds himself relaxing as the day goes on, and hey, the cooler full of beers he's been grabbing from definitely helps.
The sun is starting to set, fireworks are promised in the near future, when Eddie saunters his way back over to Steve. He's buzzed enough to not think to much about curling an arm around Steve's waist, and it helps that the rest of their town is equally drunk or distracted. ]
I'm still not sure I see what all the fuss is about. [ He laughs, as though he's said something tremendously funny, and relishes in the feeling of having Steve close to him. ] America's birthday, so what?