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[ Eddie had never been able to figure out what he'd do once he actually graduated. But then one day he had found himself with a piece of paper clasped in his hands and completely directionless. Part of him had wanted his band to take off, to be famous in his own right. They had made a go of it, had built their own little fanbase, but ultimately, Corroded Coffin had never quite gotten off the ground. Just hoping to be famous wasn't enough, and Eddie had to face reality and find a different direction for his life.
Gareth is the one that had offered him a job a the private security company he worked for, and Eddie was surprised at how much he enjoyed the gig. Most of the guys were physically imposing, tough looking, even if on their off time they were sweethearts. It didn't take him long to realize that half the job was just about image. Eddie himself wasn't the sort of buff, muscled protector, but he quickly found he didn't need to be. Being tatted and tall took care of a lot.
He can hardly believe when he's handed his next assignment, working security for pop princess Chrissy Cunningham. He knows that name, he's sure of it, and an ancient memory rings through him. Middle school, he thinks, cheer routines and a school talent show. Eddie keeps all of that to himself, folds the paper with the details of his job and tucks it away the same as he does the memory.
All things considered, it's a good gig. She's got plenty of security, and at first Eddie barely needs to do anything. He just exists among a squad of men that are designated to hold back screaming fangirls. It's several days onto her tours before Eddie finds himself assigned as one of her personal body guards. She's just finished up a show, and Eddie is the one that shepherds her from stage to dressing room. He can still hear the screams of delight as he finally closes the door behind them.
Her dressing room is bright and airy, filled with floral arrangements and cards proclaiming love and well wishes. Eddie positions himself in front of the door, watching Chrissy as she begins her routine in unwinding after a show. ]
Let me know if you need anything, okay?
Gareth is the one that had offered him a job a the private security company he worked for, and Eddie was surprised at how much he enjoyed the gig. Most of the guys were physically imposing, tough looking, even if on their off time they were sweethearts. It didn't take him long to realize that half the job was just about image. Eddie himself wasn't the sort of buff, muscled protector, but he quickly found he didn't need to be. Being tatted and tall took care of a lot.
He can hardly believe when he's handed his next assignment, working security for pop princess Chrissy Cunningham. He knows that name, he's sure of it, and an ancient memory rings through him. Middle school, he thinks, cheer routines and a school talent show. Eddie keeps all of that to himself, folds the paper with the details of his job and tucks it away the same as he does the memory.
All things considered, it's a good gig. She's got plenty of security, and at first Eddie barely needs to do anything. He just exists among a squad of men that are designated to hold back screaming fangirls. It's several days onto her tours before Eddie finds himself assigned as one of her personal body guards. She's just finished up a show, and Eddie is the one that shepherds her from stage to dressing room. He can still hear the screams of delight as he finally closes the door behind them.
Her dressing room is bright and airy, filled with floral arrangements and cards proclaiming love and well wishes. Eddie positions himself in front of the door, watching Chrissy as she begins her routine in unwinding after a show. ]
Let me know if you need anything, okay?
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[She sounds so embarrassed as she says it, blushing as her nose scrunches up and she laughs at herself. But the sight of their hands locked together does something to her. It makes her take pause, her self-deprecating laughter dying off and catching in her throat. Chrissy realizes that she wants to hold hands with him like this more often. It feels nice. Safe.
Like they belong together like this.
The thought makes her fidgety and nervous.]
Would you believe me if I said this was the first real date I've ever been on?
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[ He laughs softly, hoping the comment doesn't offend. It's just-- he looks at her, and he barely knows her, and he he can't help but feel comfortable, whole in a way he hadn't imagined possible. Like he wants to protect this little ember that could grow into something more. How could anyone look at her and not feel that way? ]
But since I don't think you're a liar, then I'm glad I have the honor of being your first.
[ Eddie grins at her, until he realizes 'her first' could be taken a couple different ways. This sends a vague flushed color across his cheeks, has him momentarily glancing away. ]
First real date, I mean. Obviously.
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My mom and manager have arranged some publicity dates for me. But this is the first time I've ever chosen someone for myself. And have gotten to spend time alone with someone I like.
[Of course, the only reason they're here right now is because her manager and mother think he's her bodyguard, just keeping her safe on a solo outing. No one except the driver she's hired for the night and the crew on the boat know this is a date. She's pretty sure none of them will let word slip about this. The thought of Eddie being fired because of the connection they share is something that she's worried about. Chrissy tries to cover up her anxiety over it by bringing his hand up to her mouth so she can kiss at his knuckles.]
You're the first in every way that matters. But try not to let it go to your head, okay?