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like ships in the night
[ It's hard to count the way Eddie's life has changed in just the span of a few months. He thinks he can mark the change in trajectory to one specific moment, to Chrissy Cunningham of all people asking him for a drug deal. He's used to people most would never suspect asking for drugs, but her... there had just been something different about it. His deals didn't usually involve obvious flirting, offerings of discounts, reminiscing on previous connections. But he could tell she was going through something, and it was his job to try and help. And then she had asked for something stronger. He had it, tucked away somewhere in his trailer. There was nothing surprising about him having what she was after, but what was surprising was that she was willing to go there to get it.
So he had ferried them both there in his van, had explained to her just what taking special k involved. She had tried it right there in his trailer, under his supervision, and he had made sure she was alright. Everything had been completely, or, more or less, above the board. She had leaned against him, her hands a little more free with their touches, and despite the way each had sent electricity running through him, Eddie had kept his own hands to himself.
And so they had moved on, both of them determined to finish out their final year of high school. Against all odds, they had managed to squeak over the finish line, had earned the piece of paper that declared they were at last done with Hawkins High. Eddie still can't believe it, for as much as he had proclaimed 86 would be his year, the feeling is nothing short of surreal. He's free at last, finally, and that silly piece of paper grants him a surprising amount of opportunities. He has no plans for college, but the sudden opening of avenues leaves him dizzy.
There's no celebration for his own graduation, but he's managed to be invited to Chrissy's. Her parents seem to have spared no expense, and he drifts between the party goers, a plastic solo cup clutched in his hand. Between friends and family, it's been difficult to get her attention, but at last he's managed to get the happy graduate alone. ]
Hey. [ Eddie raises his cup, a little tipsy, a lot relaxed, but somehow he can feel Jason's gaze on him, even now. ] Guess it's finally my chance to say congratulations.
So he had ferried them both there in his van, had explained to her just what taking special k involved. She had tried it right there in his trailer, under his supervision, and he had made sure she was alright. Everything had been completely, or, more or less, above the board. She had leaned against him, her hands a little more free with their touches, and despite the way each had sent electricity running through him, Eddie had kept his own hands to himself.
And so they had moved on, both of them determined to finish out their final year of high school. Against all odds, they had managed to squeak over the finish line, had earned the piece of paper that declared they were at last done with Hawkins High. Eddie still can't believe it, for as much as he had proclaimed 86 would be his year, the feeling is nothing short of surreal. He's free at last, finally, and that silly piece of paper grants him a surprising amount of opportunities. He has no plans for college, but the sudden opening of avenues leaves him dizzy.
There's no celebration for his own graduation, but he's managed to be invited to Chrissy's. Her parents seem to have spared no expense, and he drifts between the party goers, a plastic solo cup clutched in his hand. Between friends and family, it's been difficult to get her attention, but at last he's managed to get the happy graduate alone. ]
Hey. [ Eddie raises his cup, a little tipsy, a lot relaxed, but somehow he can feel Jason's gaze on him, even now. ] Guess it's finally my chance to say congratulations.
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Yeah, definitely.
[ He can barely remember what they've been speaking about, only knows that he need to get Chrissy to somewhere that's a little more private. He escorts her to the passenger side of his mustang, makes sure she's comfortably tucked into the driver seat. He probably shouldn't be driving, but it's a short trip and he gets them there in once piece. That short drive involves the both of them blindly reaching out, touching every inch they can get.
Once they've parked, when Eddie has killed the engine, he leans over to kiss her, hot and sloppy. It's like they're teenagers again, hot and horny and so impossibly desperate for each other. Eddie breaks away only so he can step out of the car, hurrying over to her side to escort her back out. They are inseparable as they fumble their way inside the trailer, collapsing together on the couch. ]
Chrissy, I-- [ He tries to summon up the words that will make sense of the situation, but they don't come. Instead he kisses her again, relishing in the feeling. ] God, you're so beautiful.
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It's Eddie that gets out words first. Of course it is. And she's stunned to stillness as he calls her beautiful. It's everything she's wanted to hear for so long now, but her head is swimming from the alcohol. Combine that with the way he's made her feel love drunk just from kissing and touching alone?
She's a mess. Instead of saying anything at first, she kisses him again, and then a few times more. Just because she can, and she doesn't know if she'll ever get to again.]
I've been waiting since I was seventeen to hear you say that.
[She laughs at herself, because now that he is, she's still in a position where they can't be together easily. That concern is drowned out easily by the taste of him, her lips seeking his out once more. It's hard to get enough of him. She isn't sure she'll ever be able to.]
I can't believe we're doing this. Finally.
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Sorry for keeping you waiting. [ It's difficult to pull himself away enough to speak, so the words come out muttered against her neck as he presses his lips there over and over. ] I'll make it up to you.
[ Part of him thinks he should try and slow down. He doesn't know if this will ever happen again after tonight. Given his current circumstances, it shouldn't happen again, shouldn't be happening in the first place. But a feeling of certainty overcomes him that this will happen again. Thank God.
His hands fumble against her body, and he's quick to rid her of her top, followed swiftly by her bra. It's something he's become quite good at over the years. Not leave her alone in being suddenly exposed, he pulls his own shirt up over his head and tosses it to the side. Then Eddie hesitates for a moment, but not because he's having second thoughts. He is simply entranced by the site of her, half naked and flushed, absolutely stunning.
One arm reaches to wrap around her, pulling her close as he kisses her again. The free hand moves across her breasts, cupping on in his hand as he squeezes gently, his thumb flicking little lines against her nipple. It all feels like a dream, and if it is-- he's happy to never wake up. ]
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He's able to make her gasp and lowly groan, a sound she hasn't heard herself make in years. Cheeks flush as her back arches enough that she's sure it looks like she's desperate already. And maybe she is, because her hands slip down his exposed chest and along his stomach, before they impatiently reach his pants.
Drunk enough that it's a challenge, she fumbles with his belt before managing to get her hands on the button and zipper on his pants. She wants him so badly that she'll tear off his pants if she has to. But he definitely seems eager and just as needy as she is. The fact that alcohol is involved only makes them rush more than their horny state already demands. It's messy, but it's hot.
And she loves every second of it.
He's coaxed her nipple to a hard peak, and she curses low beneath her breath as she captures his lips in another kiss. It's open mouthed and sloppy, broken all too soon, although Chrissy doesn't let her head fall back against the couch right away. Instead their warm breaths mingle, the sound of their panting filling the room. Beneath them, the couch groans in protest at having to hold them up.
Chrissy laughs at the sound, her nose nudging against his cheek before she dips her head to work along his throat.]
I should be the one making it up to you. I should've ended things with Jason before graduation.
[There's a lot of things they could have done. A lot they should have done, too. But things hadn't worked out that way. And she isn't sure she'd change that. Not if it's led to this moment.]
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[ There life seems filled with should haves, would haves, could haves. He tries not to think about how their life might be different now, how they might already have a life together. None of that matters, because he has her now, and he is hardly in a state to consider any other possibilities besides this one.
Eddie pulls her half way onto his lap, the hand that has been paying attention to her breasts drifting downward, slipping beneath her skirt. Their mouths move together in messy, frantic motions, as he rubs her through her panties. Fuck, she's already wet, and between that sensation and the way she's touching him, it's a miracle that he doesn't cum in his pants right there. He tries to draw it out for her, to press and grand his hand against her clit, but he's in no state to wait much longer.
He fumbles at his best, gets things undone and shoves his jeans and boxers to his knees as quickly as he can manage. It seems his cock has fought the war against whiskey dick and won, so he pulls her to fully straddle him, the two of them face to face. For just a moment he looks at her, so wound up and absolutely lovely. Then he pushes aside her panties so he can pull her down onto him, and the feeling of her makes him cry out. ]
Oh, fuck, fuck, Chrissy--
[ He's not going to last long, he can feel it. It's just another thing he'll have to make up to her. ]
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Somehow they manage to move together fluidly, Chrissy situated in his lap as she folds her legs the best she can to straddle him. Her panties are shoved aside, not removed. He pulls her down over him, and she shakily cries out as his cock first bottoms out within her. It's so good that she wants to draw this moment out for as long as possible. Her inner walls almost tighten around him in an attempt to keep him right where he is, but even her patience wears thin quickly and she doesn't wait for him to start guiding her before she takes to riding him.]
Shit. [Her teeth bite at her lip as she doesn't work up to something, instead starting fast and hard. She rises up and quickly sinks back down over him, her breasts bouncing with the motion. She's only able to kiss him briefly like this, wet and messy each time.]
Fuck, Eddie. You're amazing. So good, baby.
[She doesn't mean to slip in the endearment. It just happens, without her even realizing she's done it.]
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You feel so good baby girl, jesus fuck.
[ And he keeps here there, one hand wriggling between them to grind against her clit. It's not his best work, everything suddenly feels like it's moving in double time, but he's relentless against her until he can bring her over the edge as well. ]
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Her hands slip into his hair, guiding him to tip his head so their foreheads can press together. Their heavy breaths mingle as they come down from their high together, and Chrissy's lips seek his out for a kiss that's far more tender and heartfelt than she has any right to enjoy.
She knows Jason is waiting for her at home. She knows this is technically wrong. But she refuses to regret any second of this, because she wants Eddie so badly. She has for so long now that she can only allow herself to enjoy this time with him. God help her, she wants it to happen again. And she thinks that it will, maybe when they're both sober and in better control of themselves]
Baby girl, huh? [She softly teases, kissing him again.] I like that.
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[ Words aren't coming to him easily, still drunk and riding the high of having fucked her. Though fucking her doesn't feel like the right word for it. Eddie takes in a long, slow breath, pulls her close to him even as his cock softens inside her. He doesn't want to move, doesn't want to pull them apart, because that will ultimately mean having to return to a reality. A reality where he is in a relationship, and she is too, even if he doesn't know that yet. ]
We should spend the night here.
[ There's a lot of reasons for that, but he suggests it primarily because he can't imagine being anywhere but here with her right now. Slowly, Eddie begins the arduous task of untangling the two of them, pulling her gently off of him. He stands, pulling his jeans back up and not worrying about the mess. He supposes they could shower, but he's drunk enough where he doesn't mind it. Eddie takes her by the hand and tugs her towards what was once his bedroom.
Wayne has kept the room largely in tact since its teenage years, with posters still adorning the wall. But it had been cleaned at some point, and his bed had been replaced with clean sheets and bedding somewhere along the line. It doesn't take much to coax her into his bed, and the two of them collapse there together, trading kisses and whispered adoration before they drift off to sleep.
Morning comes and Eddie blearily blinks awake as sunlight filters in through the shades. There's a mild headache, but other than that, he doesn't find himself terribly hungover. Being a popular musician comes with a lot of partying, and it takes more than a few whiskeys to leave him hurting. Eddie props himself up on an elbow, content to just watch Chrissy sleep for a little while. She is so impossibly beautiful, he hates himself for having taken so long to make this happen. He leans over her, pressing kisses to her forehead and jaw line until she finally stirs awake. ]
Morning. [ He smiles down at her, hoping that she doesn't somehow find herself regretting their previous night's tryst. ] How you feeling?
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It's right then that she has a moment of clarity, and she realizes that she definitely loves him.
She doesn't even remember Jason exists right now. Doesn't realize she never called him to tell him she wouldn't be coming back. Chrissy's too happy in Eddie's arms, is too wrapped up in kissing him like it may be the last time she ever sees him.]
My head hurts a little. [She makes light out of her pounding headache, because she doesn't want either of them to move.] But I'd rather pay attention to you than worry about it. Did you sleep okay?
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[ He grins at her, his face bright and boyish. The real world hasn't truly sunk in yet, and he's more than happy to give in to the little fantasy they've created. He thinks they will have to have some difficult conversations at some point very soon, but not now. Now he is happy to bask in the filtered sunlight, to admire her gorgeous body. He kisses her, warm and uncaring of their mutual morning breath. She's shed her skirt sometime in the night, but his jeans remain on, and he can already feel his cock twitching to life beneath his boxers. ]
I could get you some water.
[ Though he makes no movement to leave this tiny bed, is only concerned with lavishing her with attention. His hands move across her bare breasts, tracing lazy circles against her skin. He knows that he owes her for how quickly their sex had ended last night, and as all too eager to repay that debt. ]
In a little bit, I mean.
[ Because he is already shimmying down in the bed, moving to settle between her legs. He looks up at her and is all but beaming, finding her so impossibly beautiful. Eddie curls his fingers into her panties, slowly tugging them down to expose her to the heavy air of his teenage bedroom. He doesn't say anything else as he presses slow, languid kisses against her sex, taking his time in savoring the taste of her. His tongue flicks in and out of her, pausing in the moments that he sucks at her clit instead. There's so much lost time to make up for, and he intends on starting that now. ]
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[She questions him as he starts to move down the bed, halfway sitting up as she realizes what his intentions are. It's been an insanely long time since a guy went down on her, and she doesn't think a one night stand back from her binge drinking heartbreak phase really counts. He had only done it to repay her for an amazing blowjob, and didn't even get her to come.
But she doesn't doubt that Eddie will. Which somehow makes this feel more intimate than they're ready for.]
Eddie!
[Her laugh is breathless as she falls back to lay against the pillows, legs raising so he can have an easier time sliding her panties off. She's definitely not stopping him, legs spread open to accommodate him. But her face is flushed, her breathing already a little heavier. And when his mouth sets to work against her, she's embarrassed by the needy sounds he pulls out of her. They're low and deep, shuddering their way out of her as she tries to keep her hips from rolling and bucking against his face.
One of her hands grabs hold of the sheets, and she uses it for purchase as she arches up against the way he sucks at her clit. His name is cried out as her other hand grabs hold of his hair, roughly pulling at it and trying to keep him in place where she wants him.]
Oh my god. [She gasps, unable to stop her hips from jerking forward.] Right there, just like that. Eddie, baby, please —
[If he tries to lift his head, she tugs at his hair and tries to force him to stay where he is.]
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You like that? Come on, tell me how much you like it.
[ He wants to fuck her, and badly, but he doesn't make any move to pull away from her. Eddie only continues to shower her with attention from his fingers and mouth. Every sound that he pulls out of her is like music to his ears, and he works relentlessly until he's finally managed to push her over the edge. She comes against his mouth and he's happy to drink it up, his face gleaming with remnants of her. ]
Was that good? [ He asks that despite knowing she's had a good time, licking his fingers in front of her in an obscenely sexual display. ] You're so fucking hot, baby girl.
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God, I wish we could wake up like this every morning.
[But they can't. He has another life, one of a famous musician to one day get back to. She has her dead end jobs and her boring, pointless life here. She has Jason. That fact breaks her heart as she moves to sit up, so she can lean in and kiss him. She can taste herself on his lips and doesn't care, not shying away as she deepens the kiss and her tongue delves into his mouth.]
Take off your jeans.
[She says between kisses, and it's not a request. It's a command.]
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[ He's already imagining just what that life would be like, where he gets to wake up with Chrissy Cunningham ever morning. Eddie decides right then that he's going to make it happen, that he can no longer bear a world where that isn't their reality. Nothing else matters, not his music career, not his quote unquote girlfriend that probably hasn't noticed he never came home. He wants, no, needs Chrissy, needs to have her in his life, needs to wake up every morning staring into her eyes. ]
It'd be-- [ But his sentence cuts off abruptly, with her ordering him to take off his jeans. She's beautiful and demanding and he finds himself absolutely helpless to resist. So he wriggles out of his jeans and boxers, tosses them aside into their growing pile of clothing. He's already half hard from having gone down on her, and watches her expectantly. ] Is this what you wanted?
[ One hand reaches downward to give a few tugs to his cock, bringing it to full hardness. His erection brushes against her and it sends a shiver through him. ]
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And she can just imagine what it would be like to be with him.
Of course, he does a good job of distracting her from that with his undressing and his hand working at his cock, and any thought of declarations that she'll stay with him are temporarily forgotten. Instead she focuses on him.]
This is exactly what I wanted.
[She reclines back against the bed, and he moves along with her. His cock is already hard against her, and she shivers in anticipation as she slips her hand down between them so she can tease at his length by curling her fingers around him and stroking. It isn't what either of them want, but it's enough for a few seconds, as she hitches up her leg high against him.
It's just as she's about to guide him to press inside of her that she gets an idea, and her touch slips from around him as she gives him a nudge back. Not a big one, just enough that she can shift, her legs slipping over his shoulders. She may not be a cheerleader anymore, but she's still perfectly flexible.
The position arches her body and angles her hips, opening her up for him to fully see, and she gives urgent whispers of his name so he'll give them what they both need. She needs him inside of her now. It's past the point of just want. It's desperation, even though he just got her off by going down on her.]
It's what you want too, isn't it?
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[ The word is stuttered out, and he thinks he might be actually salivating at the sight of her, with her legs now hooked over his shoulders. At this point in his life, Eddie has had plenty of experience, but something about Chrissy makes him feel like a flustered virgin. The feeling passes quickly, outweighed by the burning need to fuck her the way she deserves. His hands clutch at her hips as he positions himself, pushing inside her.
It's incredible, feels so much better than last night-- which was still amazing in its own right. Her name falls from his lips like water, some whispered, others cried out. He finds a rhythm easily, everything seems to come easy now that they've broken down that last barrier. Eddie watches her through half lidded eyes, addicted to the sight of her. Each little expression she makes, the little gasps and moans that slip past her lips, they drive him crazy in the best way. ]
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Her other hand lightly grazes against his arm the best she can in this position, though she winds up dropping her touch away and letting her palm press against her stomach instead. This isn't fucking, not like it was last night. This is something softer, even as he firmly drives his way deep inside her with each thrust.
The way he's looking at her is soft, and she knows she's looking up at him with an expression that mirrors the same love and want that he has. Their eye contact never breaks, even as she gasps and softly moans, her face contorting in pleasure. She never looks away from him, never stops letting his name fall from her lips like a reverent prayer.
If he says they can have this, that this can be theirs, she wants it. It would literally destroy her at this point not to have him, and she feels her heart break a little at the fact that she never told him that she wants this to be the rest of their forever. They've wasted so much time, and this is too good to not get to keep.
By the time they both come, they're panting and covered in sweat, their bodies tangled together as her legs slip free from over his shoulders and lay splayed open. He's halfway collapsed over her and she can't really find words to say. Nothing sounds right. Even with their shifting, he's managed to stay halfway pressed inside her, and she's reluctant to have him slip free all the way.
But he does, because of course he can't lay over her like that for long, and soon they're both laying on their sides, pressed in close together. Her foot rubs up and down along his leg as she softly kisses them, again and again until she loses herself in him for a second time that morning. Fingertips gently caress his cheek, as her other hand grazes along his side and to his chest. Her touch stops when she can feel the slightly raised outline of one of his old tattoos, one that has been there since high school.
It's then that she breaks the kiss, eyes opening to reveal an earnest and vulnerable expression. She's putting her heart on her sleeve now, and she can only hope she doesn't wind up regretting it.]
I want this, with you. I want this to be how it is every day for us.
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But he has to tell her, has to get it out in the open so they can deal with it. If Chrissy rejects him for it, then so be it. He's tired of living a lie. That doesn't make it any easier to bring up the subject, and he shifts uncomfortably beside her. ]
So do I. [ His voice is tremulous, knows that what comes next will make or break them. Eddie swallows hard, takes in a deep breath before continuing. ] Look, I haven't been fully honest with you.
[ Tears sting in the corners of his eyes, but he wills himself not to let them fall. This is his fuck up, not hers. ]
I-- I've been with someone for a little while now. She came here with me, she-- things haven't been great from the start but I-- [ He breaks off, has to take in another sharp inhale of breath. ] I'm breaking things off with her tonight. Whether you still want me or not, I mean. And if you don't, well, I get it.
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I haven't been fully honest with you either.
[Her whispered admission is meek, though she knows it has no right to be. She needs to own up to her choices here.]
I've been with Jason since I came back to town. Things aren't great with us either, but I stayed because I thought he was my only choice. [Tears sting at her eyes, because she realizes how terrible that sounds. She won't judge him if he thinks she's an awful person.]
I want to be with you, Eddie. So much. I have for years. I never got over you after that night backstage, and... [A shaky sigh is given, and she feels a tear fall. Thankfully it's just one.]
I'm ending things with him tonight.
[The fact that they're both in relationships but still have chosen to be here with one another speaks volumes. They don't have to settle for someone that isn't right for them. Not anymore. They can finally be together. Can't they? Chrissy hopes they're able to get past this little bump.]
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Oh, Chrissy. [ The words sound like his heart is breaking, and he supposes it is, in a way. Guilt, grief, joy, and love all wash over him in equal measure. Coming to this point has been so impossibly convoluted, and yet he feels so relieved that they're here now. ] We are such a mess.
[ He's still laughing in that funny, lilting way as he pulls her close, kisses her over and over again. ]
I'm so sorry it took me so long.
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His lips against hers, kissing her and comforting her, prove that. She softly groans against his kiss, one of her hands touching at his hair. The touch turns into an all out grip as she deepens things, until once again they're drawn into making out like a couple of horny teenagers. She stops herself before she rounds about to straddle him, laughing as she bumps her foot against his.]
I'm sorry it took us this long too.
[Because this took the both of them to make a series of events unfold that led them here.]
Jason will be pissed. But it shouldn't take me long to pack up my stuff and check into a motel.
[Because the last thing she's going to do is leave Jason and go back to her mother.]
Maybe we could meet up for dinner later tonight? There's an Italian place down the street that I've been wanting to try. It always seemed too fancy for a regular night out, but...well, today's special.
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[ The Crown Plaza is notably the second nicest hotel in town. He'd like to put her up where he's staying already, but that's just asking for trouble. Eddie wants to make a clean break and then get the hell out of there, and never think about that hotel room or Natalie again. ]
It's a date. Let's say 8 pm?
[ That will give him plenty of time to take care of everything. He needs to check on Wayne at the hospital, then he can break things off with Natalie, get himself cleaned up and ready for what he hopes will be the start of their new life together. They linger in bed for a while longer, making plans for today, tomorrow, for the rest of their lives. They have sex again before they both shower and get themselves ready for some difficult conversations.
Eddie drops her off a few blocks from her house, giving her money to cover cab fair and the deposit at the hotel, just in case his name isn't enough. Then he heads towards the hospital, trying to prepare himself for what will feel like a very long day. ]
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The cab brings her to the Crown Plaza and she makes her way inside. Sure enough, just using Eddie's name is enough to get her a room. A...really nice room, actually. It's the penthouse suite up on the top floor, and she tells herself that even though it feels too big and lavish for her it won't be just her for long. He'll probably be coming back here with her after dinner tonight.
Still, as she settles in and unpacks some of her things, it definitely feels like he called ahead to arrange this for her. She's never seen a room this nice before, much less been allowed to stay in one. She spends the rest of her evening in the giant tub in the bathroom, soaking and relaxing before getting ready to meet him at eight.
She decides to wear a little black dress that's probably too tight and revealing, but this is a big night out and she wants to look good. Her hair is left down and curled, and she really takes her time on her makeup. It's the first time she's ever wanted to look absolutely perfect.
But maybe she shouldn't have cared that much, because when she gets to the restaurant she's escorted to a table right away. And she sits there, alone, the waiter coming to check on her frequently. Finally, after two hours, she realizes Eddie's not coming. He's stood her up. It feels too much like the night backstage, and her heart shatters all over again. This time though, it's far worse.
She's had a taste of him, she knows what being with Eddie is like. Chrissy had thought she would get to have that forever. But it was just a tease, and she wonders if maybe he had just been playing around with her. She excuses herself and hurries out of the restaurant before she breaks down crying.]
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Then he has to return to his room at the Ritz and break things off. It should be easy, simple. Natalie is lounging on the king size bed and flipping through a magazine as though nothing is wrong in the world. As though her boyfriend isn't about to break up with her. As though his uncle isn't days away from death. To her credit, Natalie fights ferociously for their relationship. Eddie knows that her vitriol isn't because she loves him, but because she loves the lifestyle he provides. But she's so damn good at arguing, so practiced in getting the two of them to talk in endless circles. They both take swigs from a discarded whiskey bottle, and Eddie is half drunk and utterly exhausted by the time she finally packs up her things and leaves.
He doesn't even realize how late it's gotten when he stumbles into his sports car, feeling so raw and exposed. It's only when he parks sloppily near the restaurant that he realizes it's 10:22. He's not just running late. He's left her completely high and dry. Eddie stumbles out of his car and rushes the host stand, only to be told that the woman he describes has recently left in tears.
He races to the Crown Plaza, gets the room number of the woman that had checked in under his name. Eddie pounds at the door, making drunken declarations of love and apology. But no one answers. If he really wanted, he could march back down to the front desk and demand a key. He could force his way inside, the room's in his name, after all. Instead he just slides his credit card solemnly across the marbled counter, tell them to charge the room as long as Chrissy chooses to stay there. He has failed her so tremendously, he can't blame her for shutting him out now.
It's several weeks before he sees her again, and it's under the worst possible circumstances. Wayne had passed away mid week, and now the funeral is being held on a gloomy Saturday afternoon. There's a surprising turnout for his uncle, and he finds some comfort in the fact that so many people loved his uncle Wayne. Eddie looks exhausted and somber in his suit, at the head of everything whether he likes it or not. He's called to say a few words, but quickly dissolves into sobs.
Chrissy somehow seems so out of place here, even though she's dressed appropriately. As the crowd begins to disperse, Eddie is making a quick line towards her, catching her by the wrist. ]
Hey. [ The word sounds as hollow as he feels. He can't even bring himself to meet her gaze, his head hung low. ] Thanks for coming.
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