We're Not Gonna Take It (Eddie Munson Story)

Thirteen

*Laura's P.O.V*

I sat on the toilet with my head tilted back as Nancy covered up the hickey Eddie gave me. We had the door closed so no one would hear us.

"Your pretty good at this," I said. She smiles.

"Well, I did date, Steve," She says. I groan. She laughs. "You don't like Steve."

"He seems nice. It's just... He thinks he's all that and more with that stupid hair," I said. "Besides he reminds me of my ex." She laughs. "And the way he came in here thinking about my sister. I think I might puke." I looked at her. "I'm not going to lie, I can see myself being friends with him. But nothing more. I just have to get past his 'I can get every girl and more,' ego. No offence. You seem smitten with him. Even though I see you thinking about Jonathan? Is that his name?"

"I hate that you can read minds," She says as she puts makeup on my hickey.

"I can't help it. I'll try to control it," I said. "I don't want you to hate me more than you already do."

"What makes you think I hate you?" She asked.

"Well over the walkie-talkie I could hear your eye roll when I was joking about the weed," I tell her.

"I just... Don't understand how you can joke when this is so serious," Nancy says.

"It's the way I cope," I tell her. "I try to make light of things when everything is so dark." She nods her head. "I know I'm probably gonna make you hate me more. But when I first saw you in school, I thought you were a stuck-up girl who was... Mind my language here. But bitchy."

"Is that bad?" She asked me.

"To me. Yes," I said. "I have never gotten along with people who... Had a stuck-up personality and I did have friends like that. And that is why I never got along with other girls. Except for Robin. She seems cool." Nancy scrunched her nose. "What, you don't like her?"

"No," She says.

Yes. I heard her think.

"Why don't you like her?" I asked her.

Because she likes Steve.

"I like her," She says. I laughed.

"If only you knew Nancy," I mumbled. She looks at me. "Take her word for it when she says they are friends. Okay?" She nods her head. "Why are you worried if Robin likes Steve or not? You have a boyfriend."

"Why do you care?" She asked.

"Because I'm trying. I don't wanna judge someone based on what I think I know," I tell her. She sighs.

"Jonathan has been... Distance," She says. "He moved to California a couple of months back and has been distant. He was supposed to come up here but backed out. We're supposed to go to the same school next year."

"Well, maybe he has a reason for all of this," I tell her. "I realize most boys aren't the best at expressing how they feel about shit. So. Just. Next time you see him. Talk to him. If you love him and he loves you, you will work out whatever the hell is going on." She smiles.

"I didn't know you were good at giving our advice," She says.

"Well, one heartbreak will do you," I tell her. Her smile fades and soon she puts down the makeup brushes.

"Okay, all done," She says. I get up and walk over to the mirror.

"Wow, it looks like there's nothing there Nancy. Thank you," I say. She nods. I open the door and walked out.

*Marcy's P.O.V*

I was sitting on my couch waiting for Laura to come out of the bathroom. Eddie was sitting a few feet across from me. Not long the brown hair boy comes over and sits beside me.