freak, hero, you pick | e. munson

six

quinn pierce.

i awoke to the smell of smoke wandering into eddie's room. the soft cotton of his hellfire shirt hugged my torso as i stretched and turned my head to see eddie missing in the space next to me.

"morning, sweetheart." i whipped my head at the doorframe and saw eddie shirtless and in nothing but his jeans, standing against the frame. he had an unused blunt in his mouth and a lighter in his hand.

my eyes moved down his build, the muscles and tattoos my hands were all over last night, and to the mouth that i couldn't get enough of.

he lit up his blunt and i rolled over, cradling a pillow and sleepily responding, "g'morning."

"sleep well?" he walked over and leaned down, grabbing his blunt between his fingertips before kissing my forehead.

"mhm." i mumbled. when he pulled away, his eyes stayed on mine. "hungry?"

"yeah, not much for food, though." i lifted my face just a bit to kiss him, and he lowered his head down. my head rested against his pillows as my tongue licked along his upper lip.

he grinned before pulling away suddenly, "mm, that's too bad, 'cause i'm starving." he pushed himself off of me and i threw one of his pillows at him, giggling. he put his blunt back in his mouth and walked out with me slowly following.

i quickly used the bathroom before i went back outside, and i saw just how many marks eddie had left on me. they were all over my neck and moved down to my chest.

eddie came in from behind me and wrapped his arms around my torso, "like them?" he was mentioning towards the marks.

i nodded my head and put my hands on top of his, "mhm."

he landed a kiss on my uncovered neck, "good."

for the rest of the morning, eddie and i smoked blunts together after we ate and watched tv in the clothes we woke up in.

i'd decided to call dad and let him know i wasn't dead, but he didn't care much; of course. not long after that, wayne came back from his morning shift. luckily, we were both in actual clothes by the time he arrived.

i spent the rest of the day at the trailer, getting to know wayne more and hearing some of the funniest stories from eddie's youth. every single story made me cackle and eddie either yelled or blushed from embarrassment.

soon enough, nightfall hit and i had to get back home to make sure dad wasn't dead. eddie begged me not to, but i'd denied too many long kisses to stay anyways.

i said my goodbye's to wayne as eddie walked me out, leading me to his van. my motorcycle was at home since eddie drove me to school in the morning, so he offered to drive me back to my place again.

we blasted music and sang along over the ride, the widest grins on our faces. his fingers once intertwined with mine, and i felt him kiss my knuckles as he drove.

the second he parked, his voice spoke over the silenced radio, "so i'll pick you up at eight?" his hand was still on the wheel while the other was resting on the arm rest in between us.

i whipped my head at him, caught off guard, "for what?"

"our date." he seemed so calm, i didn't want to believe it.

"wh.. what?" i was at a loss for words.

"oh, i didn't tell you earlier? my bad, see, i'm gonna pick you up at tomorrow eight, eight-thirty, whatever works for you, and i'm gonna take you out."

all i could do was look at his stupid smile.

"you're being serious?"

his face suddenly fell into a smirk and he put both his hands on the wheel, "nah, i was just fucking with you."

my grin fell as i watched him side eye me, a smile slowly forming on his face. i realized he was just kidding and i pushed his bicep, "eddie! you scared me!"

we both started laughing, and when we calmed down, he grabbed my hand and pressed his rings on top of them, "what, you don't wanna spend the night with a freak? i promise i'll live up to it." he flashed a cocky smile and leaned his head to the side, making my stomach flip.

"believe me when i say i know you will." i leaned across the arm rest and pressed my lips to his, my free hand grabbing his sharp jaw. my tongue danced with his for what seemed like forever.

he pulled away first and breathily spoke, "so eight-thirty?"

i kissed him once more, just then noticing the blush on his cheeks. "eight."