Edward was no stranger to the Sullivan household, even before Mr. Sullivan remarried Edward had been someone who visited every now and then. He had befriended Lydia in middle school and had had many random sleepovers. It helped that everyone assumed he was gay because he wore so much make up, the make up had only gotten worse since his father's death.
And here it was April 5th, the 18th anaversery to Kurt Cobain's death and Edward had as always wore black, a Nirvana shirt was on under the black button up shirt that was left open under it, and a pair of shades on most of the day. When asked to remove them he jokingly said 'I'm in morning, the passing of good music." was his response. He found it funny but part of it was he really did adore Nirvana.
Being as it was a 'holiday' on Friday they got to go home for a three day weekend. Edward's mother if one thing loved holidays and parties, only instead of coming home to his father's home to find it over decorated with Easter stuff like he expected and normally hated he found his mother's personal assistant sitting on the steps waiting for him.
"Hey Eddy." The woman spoke softly as Edward blinked a little stepping out of his father's old Cadillac he had inherited, the woman met him halfway from the car and the stairs. "Come sit down child, we need to talk."
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It was almost 9 pm when a hard knock came on the door of the Sullivan's Door.
Edward was standing on the otherside, his hair was everywhere and his eyelinner was streaked down his face almost on mock Crow makeup. Only the way it steaked clearly he had cried it that way. He smelled of burbon and looked half drunk too. It was almost 2 miles from the hilltop where his father's estate sat to the suburb house where Lydia's family lived, yet he had walked it.
When the door opened he was leaning against the door frame "Is Lydia here?" His voice spoke half cracking. He didn't know what else to say.
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