Ben: we need to talk
Ben: talk to me
Ben: you can’t keep avoiding me
Ben: please talk to me. I need to see you.
It has been a day since Eddie had come to stay at casa de la Sheridan. It’s one in the afternoon, Eddie was sitting on the bed, criss cross applesauce on the bed with The Mortal Instrument: City of Heavenly Fire on the space in front of him. His hair was in disarray, there’s a tray stacked with snacks and three cans of mountain dew, there was a bag of chocolate chip cookies opened beside his book and all in all, he was doing fine.
He stared at the phone he was holding in his hand and shook his head before throwing it back to the bed. Honestly, he doesn’t know why Ben’s number was still saved on his phone. He wanted to block it but at the same time he didn’t. He was having an
