Infatuation | Eddie Munson

16- The Clock

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My heart was pounding in my chest as I tried to slow down my breathing.

"You scared the shit out of me Florence, what the fuck!" Eddie said, his voice was shaky with a hint of relief as he spoke.

I deeply exhaled as I ran my fingers through my hair, drawing my knees into my chest.

"Did- did you see hear that?" I stammered, still trying to catch my breath as I looked into the boys concerned eyes.

"Hear what?" He asked. "Hear what Florence? What's going on?"

As I stared into his dark eyes and observed his face as he sat in front of me, his hands still gripping my shoulders firmly, I thought about whether I should be truthful or not.

"Nothing," I say, causing him to furrow his eyebrows at me. "I just fell asleep and had a bad dream again, lack of sleep last night I guess... I've just been really overwhelmed and I think I just need a little bit of time to process everything, you know?"

I let out a nervous laugh, breaking eye contact with him as I looked at the shabby flooring of the shack.
He released his hands from my shoulders, "You scared me, Florence," he whispered.

"What, do you care about me now?" I teased, also in a whisper.

It mustn't have been good timing because at this, he stoop up, putting his hands into his pockets as he spoke, "I just don't want what happened to Chrissy to happen again with you."

I stared at him for a few seconds, parting my lips to say something, but closing them again.

I sighed. "Yeah."

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I'd been listening to the same song on repeat for what felt like hours now, replying what happened inside of my head over and over. Maybe it was just a dream, but this time, it felt like so much more. I was almost fully convinced that it was real, I felt like it was really happening, as if I was under some sort of trance.

Suddenly, through the sound of my music, I hear a loud groan. Ripping off my headphones I turn my head to glare at Eddie, "What?"

"I'm bored," he said, resting his face on his palm, his head tilted as he looked at me.

"And... what do you want me to do about that?" I asked.

"I don't know, talk to me maybe?" He replied, crossing his arms as he continued to look at me.

"You're not exactly the most fun person to converse with-"

"Uh, I am very fun," he said, cutting me off.

"Ok, Mr Eddie Munson, what do you do for fun then, besides playing some fantasy game," I asked, hugging my knees to my chest as I spoke.

"Well, I'm into metal. I'm in a band," he began. "Corroded Coffins, we're pretty famous actually. Whenever we play at the Hideout, we usually accumulate quite the crowd. Usually around... five drunks and a few old men."

I let out a small laugh in response. "Corroded Coffins?" I asked. "How did I not know about this?"

"Maybe because you're a prissy cheerleader who would rather die than even look in my direction," he said, a small smile forming on his face.

"Well, I'm looking in your direction right now. I guess you're slightly more bearable nowadays," I snickered. "You know a couple of weeks ago I would have never believed you if you told me I'd be forced to hide in a boat house that belongs to Eddie Munson's drug dealer friend, while also hiding with Eddie Munson in said boat house because my best friend suddenly died and you're the one being blamed for it," I blurted out.