Lover's Lake | Eddie Munson

01

"Ann Hopkins!" yelled the woman from the end of the mahogany stairs, "Lower that music and come downstairs, we want to have a conversation with you."

From her bedroom, the blonde girl sighed in apprehension. She had a slight idea this was about the college applications she'd be sending out soon. She had gotten into an argument with them a few days prior, after she let them know that she wasn't interested in applying to any law school. That hadn't sat well with her dad, mostly, and she'd stormed upstairs, shutting herself into her room.

Shutting her boombox off, the girl slowly rose from her bed and dejectedly made her way downstairs, where her parents were seated at the dinner table.

"Hi Annie" said her mother, placing a cup of water in front of her daughter, "I feel like I haven't seen you in a while, you've been coped up in your room." She continued, reaching out to place a hand on Ann's arm.

Crossing her arms over her chest, Ann looked down at the table. "Can we please skip the chit-chat and get to the actual conversation?" she replied dejectedly, picking at her tee's sleeve.

Her father cleared his throat and eyed the girl, pushing his thick rimmed glasses further up his nose. "Since you don't want to do law, I'm giving you another option." He told his daughter, still staring at her. "You have the choice to either do the law program at Notre-Dame or, your mother and I have decided, you could also apply to Prudel as a pre-med student."

The room fell silent after her father finished talking. The television was faintly playing in the background, but Ann could only focus on the words her father had uttered out mere seconds prior.

"Pre-med? Are you mad?" she said, as her father opened his mouth in anger, clenching his fist, "I don't want to do either. Let me do something I like, unless you want me to end up as miserable as you are." She spat at him.

"Ann! That is no way to talk to your father!" her mom said with a loud gasp, putting her hands up in the air. "Have some respect, will you?"

Her father gritted his teeth and stood up; fists clenched. "Young lady, I'm giving you options, you're going to college, and it's either one of the two choices I gave you. I want the applications written by next Monday, do you hear me?" he asked her, rounding the table and grabbing her arm, forcing her to rise to her feet.

"I won't write anything." She said loudly, forcing her arm out of her father's grasp as she moved away from him. "The only application you'll see me write is if it's sent to Bloomingdale's English literature program."

Before her father could say anything else, she grabbed her coat from the rack in the entry and swiftly put her shoes on, ignoring her mother's pleas as she shut the door loudly after her.

she made her way down the long driveway, she cursed herself when she realized she didn't have her Walkman on her. She considered going back into the house, but as she looked through the window and saw her parents arguing, she quickly looked the other way and hurried away from the house.

From her neighborhood, the family video was probably a good forty-five minutes of walking, but if she was lucky, she'd catch Robin, and she could hang out there for a while, before making her way back home.

As she walked through the quiet neighborhoods, she really regretted not bringing her Walkman with her. Being forced to listen to her inner monologue meant that she was still mulling over the fight, and her anger wasn't really dissipating.

But she was pulled out of her thoughts when the sound of an electric guitar reached her ears.

Further down the street she'd been walking on, someone's garage was open, and she could see a group of teens finishing setting up their instruments and getting ready to play. Even from afar, Ann could see that the person on the guitar was Eddie Munson. She faintly remembered that he was in a band. Some of her friends had gone to school with him when they were kids and told her the story about "corroded coffins" and how they'd ruined the school's talent show with their shitty music.

As she made her way closer, the band started playing a song and as she slowed down ever so slightly to listen, she was surprised that it didn't sound bad at all.

She thought she was being discreet, but Eddie apparently noticed her staring as she walked past and eyed her curiously, smirking "What, Miss Hopkins, our music too 'freaky' for you?" he said loud enough to be heard over the sound of their playing, looking at his bandmates who started laughing "Sorry, let me play something better suited for you" he said in the same tone, playing Beethoven's Fur Elise on his guitar.

The girl halted and frowned at him, "I would have said you guys sounded good, but apparently, you're an asshole on top of a freak, huh? That's a deadly combo, Munson." She snapped back at him, walking faster, so she didn't have to hear them holler other stuff at her.

But back in the garage, Eddie Munson was kind of speechless at the girl's reply.

"Sick burn" his drummer said to him, laughing at the insult the girl had just thrown, "didn't know she could say things like that, little miss perfect."

Eddie looked at her retreating form as he plugged his guitar's cord into the hole in the amp. "Me neither," he said softly, "me neither." 

*"author's note"*

so, the first couple of chapters are pre-s4 events. It's so i could character build without rushing their friendship and mash all of it in one chapter. Don't worry, the real stuff with come along, but with Ann included!

have a nice day!