𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬 ── eddie munson

008

"You got 9% on your final maths paper?" Lola gasped, letting out a long string of breathy giggles. 

Eddie held his hands up, a proud smirk dancing on his lips. His eyes were raw red and he couldn't stop smiling. "Two years running, yeah."

"What? Exactly 9% both times?"

Eddie shook his head, leaning forward to light the bong once more, "nah, I got 8% in '84. Aiming for the big one-zero this year, you think I could?" He joked, inhaling the smoke.

"I'll keep my fingers crossed you graduate before the year 2000, Munson." The girl laughed, all her problems floating away with the heavy smoke swirling in the air. Eddie laughed, like a genuine, unfeigned laugh. He passed her the bong and she took the last hit, before they both flopped back into the couch.

"You're smart, maybe you could teach me one day." He looked over to her, his fair falling into his face.

"You're getting ahead of yourself, dork. Just because we're getting high in some creepy shack together after some..." Lola paused, her brain taking  a few seconds to catch up with her mouth, "major shared trauma, doesn't mean I'm gonna hang out with you. And I'm not smart, not anymore."

Eddie's mouth dropped open and he held his hand over his heart, faking his best hurt face after picking up on her sarcasm, "Ooooh, Lola, ouch. Who knew such a pretty face could hold such a devil tongue? My heart... it's broken!" He laughed, his face breaking out into a cheeky smirk, "and you are so still smart, you liar. In fact, if I lean over your shoulder at a 70-degree angle in math, I can just about copy your answers flawlessly."

Lola grasped the pillow beside her and smacked Eddie with it, a cloud of dust erupting in his face as if it'd been sat still for decades, to which he ruptured into a fit of coughs, "you copy me, you ass? And I'm not as smart as used to be."

Just barely recovering from his dusty episode, Eddie manage to choke out, "still, smart enough to give me a lesson or two..."

"I'm not tutoring you grade 12 math, Eddie, you're like 20!" She teased, running her hands down her face.

Eddie stood up abruptly, a grim spread from ear to ear, "not even if..." he disappeared to the other side of the room then some concerning rustling sounds followed, he returned into the light shortly, a bag of chips clutched in his palms held out in front of him, "I give you this bag of cool ranch Doritos?

"Oh my god, you did not!" Lola gasped, feasting her eyes upon her favourite snack to supply her munchies, "how did you know?"

"Well, I know you said you weren't hungry, but I saw you today, well yesterday, in the cafeteria..." Even while doing his big, extravagant speech, it proved Eddie had an eye for little details, down the the exact flavour of her chips.

"You're just full of surprises, aren't you? Hand 'em over." Lola held her hand out, grabbing for the bag.

"Madam," Eddie mused, leaning down slowly, almost performatively, and handing her the bag, "your Doritos."

Lola wasted no time in ripping into the bag and crunching down on a handful, "I guess that means I have to teach you maths now," she sighed, her pronunciation muffled by the sheer volume of food in her cheeks. She began racking her intoxicated brain for anything remotely mathematical, "okay so... two is definitely a number, I think."

Eddie chuckled, "you are so full of shit, smart ass."

"Well I used to try much harder before... you know. Oh god, if he could see me now."

"What do you mean?"

Lola tilted her head up towards the ceiling, the gloomy bulb just about illuminating the cobwebs and insects nesting in the wooden supports, "getting high with Eddie the freak? Oh, Billy would end me. He's probably writhing in his grave knowing we've said one word to eachother. One is another number, by the way."