Selma07
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“Come home. After your shift. I will make you hot chocolate.” It was a promise.
It was more than that. They had been calling the Diaz’ house home for a while now and not once had Buck said anything against it, he would usually give him that shy smile while lowering his head. Like he couldn’t believe that he was part of their family.
Maybe it was time for Eddie to remind him of it.
“It will be late, I still have like two hours left, and that is if nothing happens and hold us for longer.”
“It won’t be late.” Eddie had been late so many times in his life, but right now everything felt like it was meant to happen at this pace. “Maybe it will be early.”
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First prompt of a seriesSeries
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Eddie Díaz never expected the army to spit him out and leave him stranded at a dusty gas station with nothing but a duffel bag and the weight of his past. And Evan Buckley never expected his aimless road trip in a beat-up Jeep (and his dog riding shotgun) to crash into someone who’d change everything.
What starts as a ride to El Paso becomes a journey across highways, small towns, beaches, and sunrises. Between motels and bonfires, stolen cowboy hats and late-night confessions, Eddie learns that home isn’t where you’re from — it’s who you find along the way.
And maybe, just maybe, Buck is exactly what he’s been searching for.
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13 Sep 2025
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Eddie wants to be free... on the road with Buck and Dash! Perfect!
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Buck confesses to being in love with Eddie, just to clear the air, so there's no secrets between them. Eddie is cool with it. They continue being friends, nothing changes...
Until Eddie starts acting more and more unhinged.
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It had been 21:43 when Eddie had taken his phone out of his pocket, and a moment ago the display had changed to 21:51. Which means that he has been chickening out for eight minutes. He needs to either call Buck or put his phone down.
He does neither.
It's just that he'd thought he'd cope better with not seeing Buck for a while. Sure, the last time they'd been apart for more than a few days Eddie had joined an underground fighting ring. Not a classic reaction to being unable to talk to your best friend, but there had been a lot of other stuff going on too. He hadn't started punching people just because he'd missed Buck. But it may have been, as Frank had put it, "a significant contributing factor".
Eddie hasn't seen Buck in six days and he doesn't want to hit anyone this time, he just wants to stay in bed and cry.
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“I’ll buy you meatballs,” Buck pitches, leaning forward across the kitchen table.
Eddie’s nose scrunches. “The ones they put berry juice all over? Pass.”
“Eddie,” Buck complains in a voice that is just barely not a whine. “C’mon, don’t make me go to IKEA by myself. How about a frozen yogurt?”
Rolling his eyes, Eddie slides Buck a cup of coffee before settling down across from him with his own. Their ankles bump under the table, but neither of them jolt at the contact.
“I don’t see why you can’t just order online,” Eddie reasons, voice reverberating in his mug.
“If I’m going to fucking Burbank, I’m getting the full experience.”