Lost (Eddie Munson x male Reader)

Morning

(MENTIONS OF EATING DISORDER)

Your eyes blink as you slowly adjust to the light and warmth beside you.
Once your eyes finally adjust, you realise you're not in your room.
You sit up and start panicking, worried about where you are. When you feel a sudden movement next to you, you turn your head down and see Eddie with his arm still around you.
You freak out even more wondering why he's beside you. Then the events of the previous evening flood through your brain like a waterfall.
You accidentally came out to someone you just met by telling him you had a crush on a band member. How pathetic was that, you thought?
Just as you were thinking, a familiar voice arose.
"Y/n?"
"Yes!"
"What time is it?"
You glance at his clock to look at the time.
"Uh, 9:03"
"Shit, we have to go to school."
He stands up and gets a white shirt off the floor while still wearing the same pants as yesterday. He takes his shirt off and throws it onto the bed, exposing his chest.
You just stare and he looks at you.
"My eyes are up here."
You look down while blushing.
"Hurry up y/n"
"I don't have a change of clothes though."
"Oh right, sorry here"
He tosses you an Iron Maiden shirt and some black jeans.
You quickly get them on and rush out the door with Eddie and get in the passenger seat of his van and look at your watch.
"Uh Eddie"
"Yeah?" he says while trying to start the can.
"It's Saturday."
He drops his keys and looks at you.
You start chuckling at your guy's stupidity, and so does he. Eventually, you guys end up laughing hysterically.
Like a pack of hyenas
"All that work for nothing," you say, trying to catch your breath.
He nods in agreement. "Well, since we're already in the van, wanna do something?"
"Sure, why not?"
He starts the van and starts to drive out of the trailer park.
"So what are we going to do today?"
"I have no clue."
You look at him, his eyes still on the road.
Your eyes flickered to his lips just for a second, but out of the corner of his eye, he noticed it and hid his smirk.
All right, here we are, he says.
You look at where we arrived, and it was a video store.
Another movie? You ask
"Mhm, let's go pick some out," he says with excitement.
He grabs your hand as you walk into the store to go look around.
We can narrow it down to 2 movies if you pick out 3 movies and I'll pick out 3.
OK!
You rush to the horror section, first picking out Nightmare on Elm Street, then wandering off to find Goonies and Footloose.
You find Eddie and you show each other your movies. He ended up getting Ferris Bueller's day off, grease, and scream.
"Grease?" You're shocked that it's a movie he liked.
Don't make fun of another man's guilty pleasure, "he said, glaring at you jokingly."
"NO no, I love grease! "You say in a happy tone"
What about you? What did you get? he asked.
You showed him the 3 movies you picked out.
"Goonies made me cry," he said in a sad voice.
"What?"
Let's just get grease and Ferris Bueller's day off.
I nod in agreement and go wait in the van as he purchases the movies we selected.
*time skip to his location because who Tf wants to write about their return drive*
You hopped out of his van and went inside his place to sit on the couch.
He walked in, hurrying over to put grease in.
Your stomach grumbles
Oh, I forgot to get us breakfast, he says as he gets out of bed.
No, it's fine. I'm not really that hungry, you say in response.
Nonsense He replies and goes to the kitchen.
He makes you eggo waffles and puts some fruit on the side.
He walks over and hands you the plate.
"Bon apletehth*," he says, with his very terrible French skills.
You grab the plate and look down at it. You take your fork and try to get the waffle down your throat, which you eventually do, eating the whole thing.
After you're done, you walk to the kitchen and hand Eddie your plate.
Is everything OK because you look sick?
"Mhm I'm just going to the washroom," you say in response.
You turn and rush to the bathroom, locking the door behind you.
You grasp your stomach and kneel over the toilet.
You shove your finger to the back of your throat, making yourself puke.
You look at the contents of the toilet, which used to be waffles, and flushed them down.
You're feeling a little better about yourself as you go.

(A/n) that was tough to write ://
If anyones going through anything like y/n and needs to talk I'm always available

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