Maybe He's Perfect. [Eddie Munson]

Chapter 2: Apology

March 19th, 1986

"Hey!" Nick ran up to Eddie rather enthusiastically after school had ended for the day. "What do you want? To pick on the freak, right?" Eddie spat. "No no, of course not!" he gave a nervous but sincere smile.

"I actually wanted to apologize. For my accompaniment of assholery. And for... the way I ran into you." He held out his hand for Eddie.

"its whatever man, I'll always be better than someone who has nothing more important to do than hit a ball with a stick and run around. But," Eddie poked at Nick's hand, "what do you actually want?"

Nick then grabbed Eddie's hand and shook it firmly. "A truce, Munson." Pulling his hand away and wiping it on his jeans, Eddie replied with, "uh, sure. I guess."

Nick beamed at Eddie. "You'd be surprised, I can do alot more than hit a ball with a stick" Eddie looked at him skeptically. "like what?" Shifting in his stance a bit, Nick replied with, "I guess you'll have to find out with time, Eddie"

Unconsciously, Eddie began to mess with the ends of his hair. Nick reached over and carefully rubbed Eddie's hair in between his own fingers. "Yknow, I've always thought your hair was pretty."

With a glare and a swat at Nicks hand, Eddie grumbled, "Are you messing with me? Is that what this shit is?" Nick took a step back to give him space. "No! I swear I'm not. I do genuinely think your hair is..." He paused. "Beautiful." Eddie just glared. "Look I'm sorry, I-" Nick started but then got cut off,

"Hey Loverboy! We've got practice! You can make out with the freak later!" Nick sharply turned around. "Shut the hell up, man! I'm comin', dont get your panties in a wad!" With a wink, Nick jogged off to play baseball. He was definitely popular.

All Eddie could wish for now was a normal day tomorrow. One free of annoying, yet attractive, baseball players.