freak / eddie munson

A STYLIST

"You better not be peeking!"

"I'm not doing anything!"

After half an hour of Cassandra trying to find an outfit in the bag of clothes Robin had so kindly gifted her, she'd found something that she thought was a little funny.

She had demanded Eddie to shut his eyes and turn away, which he did without a second thought, as she got changed behind him.

"Are you ready?" Cassandra asked, sorting out the hat on her head as she tried to contain a laugh,

"I am," Eddie nods his head.

"Then look."

Eddie opened his eyes, and slowly turned round, to see the girl standing in what could only be a sailor costume - it had blue and white stripes, and a lovely little sailor hat.

"I thought it was fitting... this is a boat house," Cassandra said to him, finally letting her laugh out as he joined her, walking closer and grabbing her hand, making her do a twirl to show off her outfit.

"Why did Robin give this to you?" Eddie asked, still a little confused.

"I don't know, funny?" Cassandra guessed, moving back over to the bag to look through the clothing items again, "I'm a little sailor lady."

Eddie shook his head, walking to stand next to her as he looked through the clothes, grabbing a pair of brown trousers, and a dark grey top, branded by a band Cassandra had never heard of.

"Try this," Eddie says, hanging the clothes to her. She stares at them for a moment, before looking up at him a little confused.

"You my personal stylist now, Munson?" She asks him, "my own little fashionista?"

"You be my makeup artist, I'll be your personal stylist," Eddie says to her, "it's a win, win, a perfect team!"

"I can't wait to give fashion shows when we're hauled off to prison," Cassandra mumbled under her breath with a shake of her head, her mind going back to her sister for a moment - she felt like she couldn't escape the memory, it always hanging over her.

"We're not going to prison," Eddie said, rolling his eyes as the girl walked away from him, and over to her changing corner.

"You don't know that, Munson," She sang as Eddie turned away, closing his eyes and further covering them with his hands so Cassandra knew he wasn't looking.

"I have faith!" Eddie sang back to her.

"I don't know how well "a magical wizard did it" is gonna hold up in a courtroom," Cassandra said, struggling to take the shorts of the sailor uniform off. She missed her sister, a lot, and she was grieving her sister - but she was glad that Eddie was practically stuck with her, he was a good person to help get your mind off of the bad stuff, he was her own little personal escape.:

"Again, I have faith, we're gonna be fine," Eddie assured her from where he stood, tapping is foot, "you almost done getting changed?"

"I have bigger boobs than Robin and this is a tight shirt," Cassandra hissed as she pulled her neck through the shirt.

"I can grab you a different one if it's uncomfortable," He says to her, his voice softer now.

"It's okay," Cassandra replies, pulling it down and pulling her hair out from the neckline, "you can look."

Eddie then turned, watching as Cassandra put a hand on her hip, pretending to pose as Eddie held his hands out, imitating taking pictures with a camera.

"Cassandra Cunningham! Who are you wearing?" He shouts, making her laugh as he pretends to take more photos, recreating the sound of the shutter with his teeth, only making her laugh harder.

"Gorgeous, darling, gorgeous," he says, exaggerating a southern tone as he takes more and more fake pictures, the whole time Cassandra was laughing, before she ran at him, covering his hand with her own to make him stop.

"It's missing something," Eddie then says, moving back a little, looking her up and down, and Cassandra can't help but feel a small warmth in her chest.

It felt nice to be looked at like that.

"I've got it," Eddie says, grabbing his leather jacket from where it sat on a chair, draping it over her shoulders, "perfect."

"Bold move, Munson," she nods her head at him, making him tilt his head slightly at her with a playful smile, "giving the girl the jacket? Bold."

"I don't know what you mean, Cassandra," he says back, but it's clear from his airy tone that he knows exactly what she was implying.

"Oh, really?" She asks, raising an eyebrow, "so you don't mind if..."

She begins to slide the jacket off of her shoulders, taking it off, when Eddie moved forward quickly, catching it and putting it back around her shoulders.

"So you do mind," she smiles tauntingly at him.

"Do not," he shakes his head.

She tilted her head at him, letting the jacket fall again as he pulled it back up.

"Maybe I do... a little," he mumbled with a fond smile, holding it tighter now as she slipped her arms into it, her hands not even reaching the bottoms of the sleeves.

They stared at each other then, neither of them moving as they just gazed into each-others eyes. There wasn't tension, and it wasn't uncomfortable - they were both just admiring.

"I make a good stylist," Eddie was the one to speak up first,

"Mh-hmm," Cassandra hums, her only thoughts really focusing on Eddie's hands on her shoulders.

"Speechless, Cunningham?" Eddie asks, tilting his head slightly, now being the one to taunt.

"Not at all, Munson," She says back, her eyes going to his lips for a second.

He noticed.

"You sure?" He asked again.

"Positive," she nodded.

A/N
UNEDITED
I AM SORRY IT'S SHORT I WORKED TEN HOURS TODAY OKAY