[What Eddie doesn't realize is that two in the morning is exactly the right time to have cookies. Any sane person would agree.
When Chloe had first told Max about Eddie, she'd been surprised... and insanely curious. Taking care of a kid, hanging out, living together - it'd take a special person to convince Chloe to do that. And her curiosity wasn't just over Eddie himself, but the kind of relationship he and Chloe have.
Her curiosity goes mostly unsatisfied because Eddie is clearly avoiding her. She can't blame him. It must be frustrating to have some stranger added to your home, someone you might not even like, and who's best friends with your best friend.
Curiosity eventually gave way to worry. She wants very much to be close with someone that Chloe cares about so deeply. But what happens if Eddie doesn't like her? What if he doesn't even want to try? The anxiety builds more each day.
She thought the first meeting would be awkward, but the lack of one is even more so.
Maybe if she could find some opportunity to break that outer shell. Show him that she's not so bad. Bring him breakfast sometime, or help him out in the garden, or...
The opportunity comes in the cold wee hours of the morning. Eddie will find Max also in the kitchen as he drags in his chair, having just missed each other. She's on tiptoe with her hand already at the top shelf, fingers pulling at the Oreo pack.
She turns to him in surprise.]
Oh! Eddie. Uh. [She glances at the chair. Glances at the Oreos.]
(Chloe and Eddie did have a pretty unique history all things considered. She'd been with him through a whole lot of weird in not a lot of time. Just a year, about, and he's glad for it on a daily basis. Max was a new addition though. Chloe had met some of his friends from home, but he had never met anyone from Chloe's home.
Only seen them in flashbacks- and that was another kind of weird altogether.
Max is a lot simpler than he had expected, truthfully. After all, he had seen Rachel. He had seen other girls Chloe was into as well. Figured she had a type.
Then again, Eddie was pretty positive that the people you felt the strongest about weren't going to align with your Expected Type. That's how it was for him, anyway. And so he gapes for a couple of rude seconds. Max. Chloe's Max. What had he expected?
Before he can think of something to say, Max goes on and says that, and the overwhelming maturity of a thirteen year old boy from the fifties wins out in a natural reaction of indignation.)
You can't eat the whole thing! You'll get fat. And then probably die of a heart attack. And do you know how annoying Chloe would be about that?
(Eddie talks bullet-fast, his voice high and thin, but he seems to genuinely mean the heart attack thing.)
[A grin breaks out over Max's face at Eddie's high pitched reaction. Exactly what she'd been hoping for. She pulls the pack from the shelf, waving it in the air.]
Wait, you don't think I can finish this by myself?
[Never doubt a young person's appetite or metabloism. As for health concerns...]
And everyone tells me I'm too thin. [Everyone referring to exactly two people - her parents.] So eating these is a good thing, right?
[Look, Eddie, she's opening the pack right in front of you.]
I'm pretty sure there's some carrots in the fridge you can eat.
(Eddie could get caught up in his own thoughts far too easily, but thankfully he could get just as easily wrenched out of them. Kind of a benefit to being a kid.
He outright scoffs. Like literally if this was a comic the noise he just made would be emphasized by a speech-bubble with the word SCOFFS in it.)
Oh please. I've lived with Chloe for long enough that I know girls are weird endless voids for food. That's exactly why I don't want you getting the whole thing.
(Whoever said girls don't eat as much as boys clearly never lived with women. His mom also was a bit of an eater too, to say the least...
Eddie gives a loud sniff, hands dropping to his hips. He assumes Chronic Bitch Position. The likes of which had made Richie in the past accuse him of having certain feminine hygiene products shoved up certain body parts Eddie didn't have.)
Carrots are disgusting. They cause infertility. Probably. (Not that he cares about having kids, but the point still stands that they should be avoided.)
Besides. Don't girls want to be thin? That's why they're always on dumb diets.
[Okay, that earns a laugh. Endless voids of food? Fair enough. But when you grow up with Joyce's cooking, you learn to appreciate the tasty side of life.
Her expression tightens at the infertility comment because what? Is that and has it ever been a thing? And oh boy, he's got a lot to learn if he thinks being thin is the primary goal here.]
No. [She says firmly at the last comment.] Girls want Oreos.
[Yup, she's eating one Eddie. Take a good look at this Oreo being bitten in half. Didn't even bother with milk or anything. She deliberately talks with her mouth full.
.....Gosh this household is turning her into some sort of barbarian.]
(Eddie knew all about that. Just look at his mother. She might have been paranoid about Eddie's health, but that health had never really seemed to revolve around any food-related health issues. Granted, back in the fifties, dietary things weren't quite as in the know as they are now. Who woulda thunk that eating ten pounds of chocolate cake wasn't great for you?
Eddie's mouth is pinched up so thinly it might as well be non existent.
Then of course his face warps into one of outright dislike.)
That's disgusting! (Why! Was he! Always! Surrounded! By gross people!!!
And by his own choice half the time.
Eddie looks almost more offended at being asked to be polite than the mouth-full thing. Almost. But he was just a kid and this sort of thing still kind of worked on him. They didn't call them the magic words for nothing after all.
So, the kid grimaces, mutters some less than favorable words under his breath, and begrudgingly hangs his head back in defeat.)
Oh for Christ's sake.....Fine. Can you please give me some cookies? (He will eventually think to actually have a proper introduction here in a second, but priorities.)
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Date: 2019-01-04 04:30 pm (UTC)When Chloe had first told Max about Eddie, she'd been surprised... and insanely curious. Taking care of a kid, hanging out, living together - it'd take a special person to convince Chloe to do that. And her curiosity wasn't just over Eddie himself, but the kind of relationship he and Chloe have.
Her curiosity goes mostly unsatisfied because Eddie is clearly avoiding her. She can't blame him. It must be frustrating to have some stranger added to your home, someone you might not even like, and who's best friends with your best friend.
Curiosity eventually gave way to worry. She wants very much to be close with someone that Chloe cares about so deeply. But what happens if Eddie doesn't like her? What if he doesn't even want to try? The anxiety builds more each day.
She thought the first meeting would be awkward, but the lack of one is even more so.
Maybe if she could find some opportunity to break that outer shell. Show him that she's not so bad. Bring him breakfast sometime, or help him out in the garden, or...
The opportunity comes in the cold wee hours of the morning. Eddie will find Max also in the kitchen as he drags in his chair, having just missed each other. She's on tiptoe with her hand already at the top shelf, fingers pulling at the Oreo pack.
She turns to him in surprise.]
Oh! Eddie. Uh. [She glances at the chair. Glances at the Oreos.]
Dibs on the cookies?
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Date: 2019-01-07 10:52 pm (UTC)Only seen them in flashbacks- and that was another kind of weird altogether.
Max is a lot simpler than he had expected, truthfully. After all, he had seen Rachel. He had seen other girls Chloe was into as well. Figured she had a type.
Then again, Eddie was pretty positive that the people you felt the strongest about weren't going to align with your Expected Type. That's how it was for him, anyway. And so he gapes for a couple of rude seconds. Max. Chloe's Max. What had he expected?
Before he can think of something to say, Max goes on and says that, and the overwhelming maturity of a thirteen year old boy from the fifties wins out in a natural reaction of indignation.)
You can't eat the whole thing! You'll get fat. And then probably die of a heart attack. And do you know how annoying Chloe would be about that?
(Eddie talks bullet-fast, his voice high and thin, but he seems to genuinely mean the heart attack thing.)
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Date: 2019-01-08 03:37 am (UTC)Wait, you don't think I can finish this by myself?
[Never doubt a young person's appetite or metabloism. As for health concerns...]
And everyone tells me I'm too thin. [Everyone referring to exactly two people - her parents.] So eating these is a good thing, right?
[Look, Eddie, she's opening the pack right in front of you.]
I'm pretty sure there's some carrots in the fridge you can eat.
cw: typical sexism of dumb boys
Date: 2019-01-08 05:35 am (UTC)He outright scoffs. Like literally if this was a comic the noise he just made would be emphasized by a speech-bubble with the word SCOFFS in it.)
Oh please. I've lived with Chloe for long enough that I know girls are weird endless voids for food. That's exactly why I don't want you getting the whole thing.
(Whoever said girls don't eat as much as boys clearly never lived with women. His mom also was a bit of an eater too, to say the least...
Eddie gives a loud sniff, hands dropping to his hips. He assumes Chronic Bitch Position. The likes of which had made Richie in the past accuse him of having certain feminine hygiene products shoved up certain body parts Eddie didn't have.)
Carrots are disgusting. They cause infertility. Probably. (Not that he cares about having kids, but the point still stands that they should be avoided.)
Besides. Don't girls want to be thin? That's why they're always on dumb diets.
pffft all boys are dumb, i know this for a fact
Date: 2019-01-08 12:29 pm (UTC)Her expression tightens at the infertility comment because what? Is that and has it ever been a thing? And oh boy, he's got a lot to learn if he thinks being thin is the primary goal here.]
No. [She says firmly at the last comment.] Girls want Oreos.
[Yup, she's eating one Eddie. Take a good look at this Oreo being bitten in half. Didn't even bother with milk or anything. She deliberately talks with her mouth full.
.....Gosh this household is turning her into some sort of barbarian.]
I'm willing to share... if you ask nicely.
you can...totally ignore this if it's too late I UNDERSTAND
Date: 2019-01-31 06:09 pm (UTC)Eddie's mouth is pinched up so thinly it might as well be non existent.
Then of course his face warps into one of outright dislike.)
That's disgusting! (Why! Was he! Always! Surrounded! By gross people!!!
And by his own choice half the time.Eddie looks almost more offended at being asked to be polite than the mouth-full thing. Almost. But he was just a kid and this sort of thing still kind of worked on him. They didn't call them the magic words for nothing after all.
So, the kid grimaces, mutters some less than favorable words under his breath, and begrudgingly hangs his head back in defeat.)
Oh for Christ's sake.....Fine. Can you please give me some cookies? (He will eventually think to actually have a proper introduction here in a second, but priorities.)
it's all good! dont feel pressured to continue it either!
Date: 2019-02-02 03:38 pm (UTC)...She's turning a little pink because wow she's really gross.]
Since you asked so nicely... Here, have a seat.
[She sits at the nearby kitchen table and nudges the chair next to her, placing the pack of Oreos somewhere in between.]
You know, if you're willing to sit with this dull girl.