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This is so intriguing I need to read the fic asap

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barely understand why Steve saving him became a fixture of his daydreams for several months afterwards.

He didn’t get to ask Steve why he ran away until several years later, on the day he nearly bled out in the guy’s arms.

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He was sort of a priss with his clean sneakers and fancy clothes. And the way Steve talked to people, even his own friends, like they were beneath him. It was all so strange- like he was putting on an act.

And for what, anyhow? Eddie couldn’t understand.

After all, he could

He did end up getting the sandwich he wanted.

It tasted better than usual, which Eddie figured had to do with what he was calling his brush with death. Part of him was the tiniest bit guilty that he wouldn’t be able to thank Steve, who saved him twice within a twenty minute span.

Eddie only agreed because it looked like she’d been crying and he didn’t want Wayne to hear about it and sit him down to a whole ass lecture.

The man wasn’t Al- he never raised a hand to Eddie, and yet somehow hearing how disappointed Wayne was over something he’d done was far worse.

retribution. In reality, Eddie was home several minutes later, huffing and puffing with his hat sticking uncomfortably to his head thanks to a layer of sweat.

He was relieved when Ronnie came out of her house to see him, where she made him spit swear to never do anything that stupid again.

head, smacking into a nearby tree. It nearly made him shit himself, but in the end he’d been happy that the knife hadn’t made a reappearance. As he’d predicted, none of the boys chose to follow him down the secret path, deciding Eddie would just die maybe in the woods and that would be enough

knocked them down in his haste to run after Eddie.

“He’s all squirrelly! It wasn’t my fault, Jesus-,”

He was just so snarky, wasn’t he?

He kinda liked that.

The thought made Eddie grin as his skinny legs pumped harder, carrying him over the side of the hill.

One lone rock soared over Eddie’s

releasing all the pressure in his hold on Eddie’s hat.

With gusto, Eddie Munson tore up grass running out of that clearing.

He could hear the boys following him immediately. Most of them had dropped their rocks, which was even better.

“Harrington! You let him go?!” Hagan yelped as Reed nearly

home to the trailer court. He knew they had no idea where that led. It didn’t even look safe to use, which was why it worked so well as an escape route.

Eddie looked up at Steve one more time- his dark eyes sharp as softer ones glanced down into them.

Steve blinked once before looking away and

loosened a considerable amount as he laughed along with them.

And slowly, nearly too slowly, Eddie put two and two together.

Steve had gotten the whole lot of them to jump down into the ravine. If Eddie was fast, he could dart away and climb up. If he made it, he could take the overgrown path

path again, as if with emphasis. Then like flicking a light switch, he turned back on his easy demeanor and faced his friends.

They’d been discussing what to do with him- the top suggestion belonged to Reed, who wanted to tie Eddie to a tree and leave him there all night.

Steve’s grip on Eddie

daddy? Pathetic. Eddie glowered at Steve, who’d tightened his grip. His hard stare bore into Steve’s relaxed, lazy gaze for a moment before it tightened. He shook his head ever so slightly, looking up towards the path behind them.

Eddie’s eyes narrowed. Steve’s flicked back to Eddie then to the

going to get him beat up or worse. The image of that knife hadn’t exactly vanished from Eddie’s memory, after all. Steve was just another two faced jock with too much money and nothing to do.

And Eddie had fallen for what, a sad look in the kid’s eyes just because he’d mentioned running away from

Steve grabbed Eddie’s shoulder. With ease he forced him onto his knees beside him, gripping him up by the ears on his hat.

“Yeah, it was too easy…you clowns missed his hiding spot.”

Eddie knew it. He knew it had been a mistake to trust Steve even just a little bit, and now that foolishness was

down the side of the embankment and made his way into the clearing, flanked by the rest of the boys. All of them glared hatefully at Eddie in turn. Some of the younger ones, like Jason, couldn’t seem to look at Steve without turning red. As if he were somebody famous.

Without missing a beat,

time. Reed tossed his up in the air, catching it easily when it came back down. Eddie swallowed so hard from nerves that his ears popped. He glanced sideways at Steve, who looked almost bored.

“Steve caught our trailer trash rat for us, man- good going!” Tommy said in lieu of a hello. He hopped

Steve could. It was as impressive as it was throughly irritating. Eddie opened his mouth to retort when a tree branch snapped somewhere up above them.

“Well what do we have here?” Reed announced from the edge of the hillside.

The entire gang was back only all of them were holding large rocks this

back, which only made Eddie laugh.

“I thought jokes were supposed to be funny?” Steve said coolly.

Eddie couldn’t have predicted what a blow Steve’s comment actually was to his confidence- he simply wasn’t used to running into someone who could tank it, nor flip his attitude around on him like

wanted to share. Eddie’s eyes widened slightly as his curiosity grew all over again.

“What? Why would you do a thing like that…tired of mansion life?”

Steve’s nose wrinkled. “I don’t live in a mansion-,”

“It was a joke.”

Eddie spit on the ground a little too close to Steve’s sneakers. He jumped

“What’re you? The FBI?”

Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Nevermind. Not like I care about your schedule, Harrington. It’s a boring ass park anyway-,”

“I ran away from my dad.”

Steve finally finished tying his shoes. He stood up slowly, looking awkward after blurting out the big secret he clearly hadn’t

couldn’t leave it alone, like that scab on his knee that had gotten infected last month.

“So what were you doing walking in Cherry Street park if you weren’t with your little friends? That’s like a forty minute walk-,”

Steve craned his neck to look up at Eddie, exasperated and pink cheeked.

slightly dirty shoe laces into a knot.

“Yeah. Why?”

Eddie crossed his arms tight across his chest. Steve was being weird and it was so annoying to Eddie that he found it bothersome. He should’ve been a fart in the wind by then- gone down the path that would take him to safety. To home.

And yet he