The Break (An Eddie Munson Story)

Chapter 10: Friends Don't Kiss (+1K views!)

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Right, the content warning for today's chapter is depression, mention of abusive parents, drug use and romantic feelings.

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Once you had all parted ways, you took solace in the quiet, as you walked into the empty trailer, followed by your kind housemate, Eddie. So this was it, your temporary home. Knowing you had a full stomach and a roof over your head for another night, made some of the earlier tension seep from your bones and first the first time in twenty four hours, you allowed yourself to relax a little bit.

"And then there were two." the brunet joked, as he passed you to walk into the living room, where he flopped down onto the worn sofa and kicked his feet up onto the coffee table. Boots and all. Your own Mother would have been horrified by such behaviour, the thought was bittersweet and made your heart twinge with sadness. At the same time, it was a wholesome sight seeing Eddie in his natural habitat.

Now that it was just you and him, you were eager to talk about what he had confessed to you in the carpark but you had no idea how to broach the subject. You could hardly just blurt out, 'Hey Eddie, you know you said you loved me, did you mean it?' No, no, that would be too forward and awkward for sure.

"Oi, roomie. Are you gonna stand there all evening or are you going to join me? Movie night, remember?" he called to you, noticing you still standing on ceremony. Jumping up from his comfy spot, he bounded over, carrying the hired VHS in his grasp. He had let you pick the movie out at the store. It was one neither of you had seen and judging by Robin and Steve's reaction at your choice, you were in for a movie so bad, it was good. You were desperate for a laugh, so you hoped that the film would remedy that want. "Why don't you pop this into the player and I'll fix us some drinks?"

Unable to find your voice, you simply nodded and took the tape from him, taking his place in the living room, while the ambient sound of glasses clinking and liquid pouring filled up the cozy space.

Not before long, you were sat side by side, watching the terrible movie, sipping on too strong drinks that made you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. It was clear that Eddie was no mixologist but you appreciated to slight burn of the alcohol at the back of your throat. You were not one to usually participate in underage drinking but you were not far off turning twenty one and after the day you had endured, you were desperate for something strong that your usual juice.

After downing his drink, Eddie made himself more comfortable, by leaning back into the cushions and draping an arm over the back of the sofa. From his pocket, he produced a small, rolled cylinder. A familiar companion to the many hazy nights you had spent high out of your mind. It had been quite some time since you had smoked anything other than the occasional stress cigarette. At the beginning of your downward spiral into depression, you had relied heavily on recreational substances to keep your thought patterns intact but you had eventually kicked the habit. After your Father had found your stash, well...

...let's just say, his reaction was less than pleasant.

"Do you mind?" he enquired before he set the tip alight with the lighter you had brought him for your first anniversary as a couple. It was a cheap silver thing you had stumbled across at Star Mall, while shopping with Nancy. Eddie was in a habit of always losing his cheap plastic lighters, so it was the perfect gift. You were surprised he still had it, let alone used it. You still had the items he had given you. A range of Polaroids, taken on various occasions, that mainly consisted of haphazard selfies of you both- laughing, kissing, smiling. You had even kept one of the rings he had gifted you. It was one of his and did not fit your finger properly, so you had continuously worn it on a chain. Since your parting, it had remained in small box, at the back of your cupboard, where it still sat, forgotten in your hasty packing. You hoped one day you would be able to return home and retrieve it.