eddie munson imagines

warmth of cold pt. 2.1

- eddie's pov: bold italic

Looks like I'm not staying for a while.
Eddie suppressed his joy upon the reporter's disdain.
I'll have more time with Y/N.
Eddie ensures to consume the given extent
of your presence properly.

Y/N grabbed the phone and had a conversation with their parents.

Regardless of the dim surrounding, the living room is visibly tidy. The furniture and decorations were perfectly intact, dusts were afraid to be apparent. When I touched a ceramic frog placed on a bookshelf, Y/N’s initial response was to pause the phone conversation.

“Don’t touch that.”

I reacted with a defensive arm, convincing
Y/N I’m not breaking anything.

To Y/N’s request, I stopped touching the ceramics, instead, I fixated on Y/N’s gleaming smiles and wacky expressions hung in several picture frames.

“Don’t look at that.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Just stay put on the sofa, Eddie.”

After the phone call, Y/N’s ardent behavior of being surrounded by books was replaced by frantically walking at paces.

"Ed, you'll be needing to stay in here."

"I know…I'm such trouble." I mumbled, persuading a miserable expression.

“My parents will stay at a nearby motel.”

“Looks like it’s just you and me.”

A diffident beam appeared on Y/N's face,
I hesitantly followed.