((A/N: Well this is just some little fluff that I wrote at 10 pm when I was bored. There is not enough Eddie and Columbia fanfic so I made another! This is sort of Diary like. Hope you like it! Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or Rocky Horror, they belong to the almighty God Richard O'Brien. Buuut if I did own Columbia, well most of my friends know what I would do with her giggles))
"Master, someone is at the door." Those were the words that woke me from my peaceful nap. I sprang out of bed, quickly changed into my normal attire, a sequined bustier, and rainbow striped shorts and ran hurriedly down the halls of the castle that I had been staying in for quite some time. I was excited to hear we had visitors; it had been so long since I had seen anyone with one inch of sanity in them. Being my hyper self, I bounded down the long winding staircase and answered the door before Riff or Magenta could even say "Hoopla". When I finally managed to open that heavy goddamned door I was astonished at what I saw.
"One pizza for Mr. Furter." He drawled out in his Texan accent. I was immediately mesmerized. He had the most distinctive features I had ever seen. He had gorgeous hair that was greased back into some sort of an Elvis quiff. His eyes were a beautiful chestnut brown, but were bloodshot because of the drugs he had obviously been taking. To most people he was a low-down cheap little punk but to me he was a muse. Finally, I snapped out of my dream-like state and invited him in.
Riff and Magenta looked at me like I was completely insane when I introduced him to them. "Riff, Mags, this is um…" I blushed. How stupid of me to introduce him to my friends when I don't even know his name. "Eddie" He managed to say after a seemingly endless silence. After that I sat him down and did what I do best: talk and ask questions. I soon learned that he left home when he was about sixteen to become a rock star, but ended up on the streets instead. The only way he got the money he needed to survive was from his job as a pizza delivery boy. "Why don't 'cha stay with us? We have tons of extra rooms and ya won't have to live on the streets anymore!" I suggested happily, and to my pleasant surprise he agreed. I knew Frank would be okay with it, he was too busy working on some "project" to even notice anything.
((A/N: Still not finished but I really hope you liked it. Remember to R&R.))