Dirty Little Secret| Eddie Munson x Reader

Round and Round

*CW for underage drinking and violence*

Y/N POV
Saturday, August 3, 1985

After finishing Sixteen Candles with my dad, I went into the kitchen to get a glass of water. I checked the time. 7:06pm. I cursed myself for not leaving myself much time to get ready.

I ran up the stairs to the bathroom and turned on the shower. I didn't even wait for the water to get warm before jumping in, wincing at the coldness. I quickly shaved my legs and washed myself before hopping out and wrapping myself in a towel. I walked into my room and put a tape into my stereo. Tears for Fears.

I opened my closet trying to make myself think of an outfit. What are you supposed to wear to a high school party? Heels? Is that too formal? I shook my head. I grabbed a short blue dress off the hanger and walked over to my mirror. I held it up to myself, turning side to side slightly. I sighed. I feel stupid. This is stupid. What was I thinking, saying yes to going to a party.

I threw the dress on my bed and started pacing across my room, thoroughly psyching myself out. I stopped at my bedside table, looking at the picture of Katie and I. I rubbed my hands over my face and sat down, picking up the receiver of my phone. I dialed Katie's number. It rang for a moment before she picked up.

"Hello?" She said, in her sweet voice.

"Katie, this is an emergency." I breathed.

"Oh my god, y/n! Are you okay? Who died?" Katie started in a rambling panic.

"No, no. Katie, I'm fine." I heard her sigh in relief over the phone. "I got invited to a party."

"A party? Why's that an emergency, silly goose?" Katie chuckled. I don't know why I was so nervous. It's a high school party. I'm not going to war. It feels like it though.

"I don't know. I've never been to a party before. I'm nervous. I don't know what to wear. What if I can't get my head out of my ass and I make things awkward? What if-" I rattled on, getting worked up again.

"Y/n, shut up." Katie stopped me. "You're going to be fine. Put on a hot outfit and be yourself. If the party sucks, you can leave. It's not the end of the world."

She always knew how to calm me down. She had such a way with building me up and making me feel secure. I missed her. A lot.

"Okay," I sighed. I took a deep breath. "I'll be okay."

"That's my girl." I could feel her smiling from the other end of the phone. "Now get off the phone and get ready, damnit."

"Okay, okay." I laughed. "I miss you."

"I miss you too, hun." She cooed. "Call me tomorrow and tell me how it goes, okay?"

"Okay, love you, bye." I hung up the phone. I stood up and went to the bathroom to blow dry my hair and do my makeup. I came back in my room and slipped the blue dress on. I paired it with my converse since I didn't have anything else. I took one last look at myself in my mirror, spinning to look at my body in the dress.

"Bitchin'" I said to myself before running down the stairs. My dad was sat in the living room still.

"You look nice, where are you going?" My dad sat up.

"Oh, I got invited to a party." I could already feel the lecture coming from my dad.

"Party?" He stood up. "A party with boys?"

"Dad." I groaned, throwing my hands to my face.

"Y/n, have we had the talk about consent yet?" He looked uncomfortable. "Because you know if a boy wants do something you can always-"