[JP] If ever again a greeting I send to you/ short and sweet to the soul I intend
It's something I said, or someone I know.
Or you called me up, maybe I wasn't home.
Now everybody needs some time,
And everybody knows
The rest of it's fine
And everybody knows that.
"You can come in for a bit, my parents aren't home," Eddie said, leaving the door open for Ford before walking back into the kitchen.
Ford nodded, a small smile on his face, before following Eddie into his house, making sure to close the door behind himself first.
The kitchen had just finished being remodeled, a fact Ford found metaphorical considering Eddie's remodeling the past year. Despite that, leaving without telling his ex best friend seemed wrong. Eddie was facing the counter, finishing up what looked to be a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
"Your kitchen looks nice," Ford said, leaning against the island in the middle.
"Thanks," Eddie replied, putting the top back on the peanut butter and twisting. "My mom was hoping it would be noticeable. To tell you the truth," he continued, putting the peanut butter back in the cabinet. "I can't tell a damn difference but I lied to make her happy."
"Yeah..." Ford said. "It doesn't."
A small laugh escaped Eddie. "I know." A moment passed before Eddie turned around with the plate in his hand. "So, you're leaving," he finally said before taking a bite of his sandwich. So, they were going to discuss what Ford had told him. The psychic hadn't been so sure.
"I am," Ford admitted, looking down.
"Where?"
"New York," he answered, his hands coming to the island behind him as he braced himself against it.
His best friend swallowed and nodded, the silence now pervading the kitchen. Where one elephant once stood, another, larger one now sat in the middle of the room. Neither teenager would acknowledge it.
"Sandwich?" Eddie asked, handing Ford the bitten into peanut butter and jelly. Ford tilted his head before taking a bite, nodding.
"You could always make a mean sandwich," he said, smirking and chewing. Eddie joined in the smiling, the sandwich still up before he setting it back down on the plate. Ford swallowed the bite he took as Eddie turned back.
In that moment, neither boy needed to say anything. Everything that needed to be said had been. Ford was leaving and Eddie hadn't been much of a best friend senior year. Colliding at once, Ford and Eddie acted on something that had been boiling to the surface from the previous year. Every longing look, every smoldering grimace, everything had led to this moment.
Eddie's shirt was first to go followed by Ford's as Ford felt the cold island on his back. Hands grasped for both hair and something to make sense of. It was messy, fumbling limbs but it wasn't like the first time. Where Eddie had needed to get off then, both Ford and his best friend needed this: right here and now.
Never mind almost nine months of not saying one word to each other. Never mind Eddie not coming to Ford's father's funeral and never mind Eddie's dalliance with Amy. None of that mattered in Eddie's kitchen or his bedroom upstairs.
Or you called me up, maybe I wasn't home.
Now everybody needs some time,
And everybody knows
The rest of it's fine
And everybody knows that.
"You can come in for a bit, my parents aren't home," Eddie said, leaving the door open for Ford before walking back into the kitchen.
Ford nodded, a small smile on his face, before following Eddie into his house, making sure to close the door behind himself first.
The kitchen had just finished being remodeled, a fact Ford found metaphorical considering Eddie's remodeling the past year. Despite that, leaving without telling his ex best friend seemed wrong. Eddie was facing the counter, finishing up what looked to be a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
"Your kitchen looks nice," Ford said, leaning against the island in the middle.
"Thanks," Eddie replied, putting the top back on the peanut butter and twisting. "My mom was hoping it would be noticeable. To tell you the truth," he continued, putting the peanut butter back in the cabinet. "I can't tell a damn difference but I lied to make her happy."
"Yeah..." Ford said. "It doesn't."
A small laugh escaped Eddie. "I know." A moment passed before Eddie turned around with the plate in his hand. "So, you're leaving," he finally said before taking a bite of his sandwich. So, they were going to discuss what Ford had told him. The psychic hadn't been so sure.
"I am," Ford admitted, looking down.
"Where?"
"New York," he answered, his hands coming to the island behind him as he braced himself against it.
His best friend swallowed and nodded, the silence now pervading the kitchen. Where one elephant once stood, another, larger one now sat in the middle of the room. Neither teenager would acknowledge it.
"Sandwich?" Eddie asked, handing Ford the bitten into peanut butter and jelly. Ford tilted his head before taking a bite, nodding.
"You could always make a mean sandwich," he said, smirking and chewing. Eddie joined in the smiling, the sandwich still up before he setting it back down on the plate. Ford swallowed the bite he took as Eddie turned back.
In that moment, neither boy needed to say anything. Everything that needed to be said had been. Ford was leaving and Eddie hadn't been much of a best friend senior year. Colliding at once, Ford and Eddie acted on something that had been boiling to the surface from the previous year. Every longing look, every smoldering grimace, everything had led to this moment.
Eddie's shirt was first to go followed by Ford's as Ford felt the cold island on his back. Hands grasped for both hair and something to make sense of. It was messy, fumbling limbs but it wasn't like the first time. Where Eddie had needed to get off then, both Ford and his best friend needed this: right here and now.
Never mind almost nine months of not saying one word to each other. Never mind Eddie not coming to Ford's father's funeral and never mind Eddie's dalliance with Amy. None of that mattered in Eddie's kitchen or his bedroom upstairs.