Eddie Van Halen imagines

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Word count: 885
I'm putting this one out because I haven't got any ideas, my writers block is insane. I've been writing a lot but I feel like nothing is strong enough to publish. Dm me your requests!

I hear Eddie suddenly burst into my bedroom, slightly out of breath.

"What the hell?" I laugh

"I need you to sub for Michael in our gig tonight." He says

"Why, what happened?"

"He's sick, like super super sick. He can hardly breath."

"You want me to sub for Mike? You seriously trust me to not mess the show up?"

"Yea, you're a great bassist y/n."

"I can't fucking do his vocals though!"

"You'll be just fine." He reassured me

"Ok fine but you owe me." I say

I pack a bag and we head to the gig. We walk in, Ed leads the was to the small backstage area where I see David and Alex. Ed gives them a thumbs up and they smile at me.

"Oh y/n, before you change I need to wrap your ankles." Eddie says

"What?"

"Wrap your ankles, so you don't trip and break them on stage." He explains

"Oh? Ok." I say

I sit down, unlacing my shoes and slipping them off. He crouched down to start taping them up.

"Jesus you have small feet." He smiles

"I do not! They aren't that small." I say

"What size shoe?"

"Youth 1.5." I mumble

"A what?"

"Youth 1.5."

"You wear kids sizes!" He laughs

"Shut up!"

He laughs and continues to wrap up my ankles.   

"All done." He says after twenty minutes

"Ok thanks." I say

I walk back to the small dressing room, changing into my stage clothes. I wore black bell bottoms and a black crop top.

We all get signaled to walk on stage, I grab Michael's bass and follow the others Ms the crowd goes wild as we walk on.

"Alrighty, Michael, our bass player got a little ill tonight." David says "so, helping him out we've got the incredible y/n, y/l/n!" He announces

The crowd cheers me on as we start the first song, atomic punk. I absolutely hated doing the backup vocals, I couldn't get nearly as clear as Michael, it just didn't sound right. I was sure I'd messed up the show. We then played Jamie's cryin, it wasn't so bad. Until the chorus came. I just couldn't get as good as Michael.

The show ended and we all go backstage. I place Michael's bass back in the case and sit down.

"Y/n that was great!" Eddie says

"I couldn't do the fucking vocals." I shake my head

"Yea you did! You hit the notes perfectly." He sits next to me

"They weren't as clear as how Mike does them."

"That's cuz you're not Michael, it's not going to sound exactly like him."

"Ya I guess." I shrug

"Wanna get a drink?"

"Yea sure."

He stands up, taking my hand in mine and walking me out of the building. As we walk he reassures me about the show, he didn't think it was so bad. Of course it was sweet of him, I just couldn't see it the way he did, to me it was terrible.

We walk into a bar, sitting on the stools and ordering.

"I'll have a jack daniels." He says

"I'll do the same, top it off with Coca Cola please." I say

"So what do you wanna do after this?" He turns to me

"I was thinking going home, but I'll do whatever." I say

"Oh cool, mikes probably gonna compliment the show later, say you did great." He smiles

"You think?"

"Yea of course."

"Wanna come to my place after?" I ask

"Yea sure."

We finish our drinks, chatting in between sips.

"I'm paying." I say

"No you're not." He says

I pull out five bucks from my pocket, handing it to the bartender.

"He's already paid." She says, pointing to Eddie

"Oh." I turn to Eddie "you ass! I was gonna pay." I laugh

"You'll thank me later." He jokes

"Whatever, let's go." I smile

We walk down the street to my house, it was already dark out. We walk up to my front porch as I open the door. I lead him up to my bedroom. I turn on my rainbow Christmas lights, putting a cassette into the tape player. It was the dream weaver by Gary wright, one of my favourites.

By now it was around two in the morning. Eddie sat in a chair, I sat on my bed. It was silent for a few minutes, until he broke it.

"What makes you the happiest in life?" He asked

"I don't know, why?"

"There's gotta be something, think about it."

I start to think, it could really be anything, but nothing came to mind.

"I guess I like the feeling of realizing that I'm living for myself, and not for others." I say "that sound stupid." I laugh

"No, I like it."

"Why? What makes you happiest?"

"You." He says

He then approaches me, holding my chin up and meeting his lips with mine. I run a hand through his hair, pulling him closer as his tongue slips in. His hands fall at my waist and I can feel him smirk through the kiss.

I pull away in shock.

"I- what was that for?" I say, blushing

"I like you." He says

"I like you too."

"So, be my girl?"

"Of course."