"What is time anyway?" Eddie Munson x Time Traveler! Reader

Part Two: 'Ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb!"

->Chapter two:  'Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch Cherry bomb!'<-

(A song featured in this chapter is "Cherry Bomb" by the Runaways)

You woke up with your head on Eddie's chest. He was running his fingers through his hair and smoking a cigarette. God usually you hated that smell but he made it work. "Well good morning princess."

You were groggy, old makeup on your face. "Hngh?" You slowly sat up and rubbed your eyes. "What time is it?"

In response to your question Eddie looked down at his watch. "Like 1:30" It was bright outside. PM. Shit.

"Oh shit Eddie prom starts at 7 and I still have so much to do! Me and Robin are performing a song and we still don't have a guitarist, Dustin was going to do it but then he's not going to prom because he couldn't get a ticket so we asked Stev-"

"Harrington?! Fuck it. I'll do it. Motherfucker can't pet a cat let alone play bass."

"Really??" Your eyes brightened as you grabbed the sides of his face and he nodded. You kissed his forehead over and over.

"Thank you thank you thank you!" You mumbled over and over before standing up and picking up the trash that was littered around you, sticking it in the trash can you forced the gang to put by the creek. Too many critters relied on that creek to survive.

"What song are we playing? If it's from your time people will be suspicious."

"I literally don't even exist yet technically and people aren't suspicious. But it's form 76. Cherry Bomb by the Runaways. I think dustin still has the sheet music if you need it."

He scoffed. "Please. Sheet music? I learn by sound, princess." He stood up and stretched. As he lifted his arms his shirt lifted up and a bit of his lower stomach showed. Shit. You quickly diverted your eyes away.

Eddie noticed your flustered demeanor and smirked. "I'll pick you up at 6:30." He tapped your arm and made his way back to his trailer.

You stared in the direction he went for a while. Eddie Munson asked you to prom. You're going to perform with Eddie Munson. You smoked with Eddie Munson. Eddie Munson KISSED you.

Head in the clouds you skipped back to your house and went inside. You took a shower, washing your hair for the first time in days. It's easy to forget when you're always doing something. You walked back to your room and got dressed. The f/c dress clinging to you in all the right places.

The boots matched perfectly with the dress and you laced them up tightly after pairing them with fishnets. Sitting down at your vanity you pushed your hair out of your face and got to work. All or nothing.

When Eddie knocked on your door you had to psych yourself up for a moment. Deep breaths and downing a 5 hour energy did the trick. You slowly opened the door to reveal Eddie. For once his jeans weren't ripped. Still a chain of course, and underneath his usual battle vest was a white button up shirt. His sneakers were stained but added a certain charm to the outfit. You were in awe. He cleaned up nice. Even combed his hair, it was a bit more fluffy. Hot.

Unknown to you, Eddie was just as shocked as you were. Sure he'd always thought you were cute. But you were CUTE, pretty, beautiful. Not...hot. Well, you looked hot now. 'Jesus christ' he thought to himself.

His eyes trailed over you, settling on your face. F/C eyeshadow blended across your eyelids, black eyeliner slightly smoked out. Some false lashes only on the outside of your eyes, if they touched your inner corner it irritated your eyes.

A maroon red lip paired perfectly with it. And your hair, all tousled up in a sexy bed head kind of way. "You look hot as fuck, respectfully."

You laughed. "I could say the same to you. I just need to grab my bag." You ran back up your steps and picked up said bag. Dashing back down you shut the door and took his hand.