Teenage Dirtbag (Eddie Munson x OC)

On the Line

A few hours later, Jackie and Eddie had both managed to sober up. With sobering up, however, came terrible realizations. These realizations mainly were that they had become carelessly loose-lipped during their drinking antics and felt a little too comfortable sharing certain pieces of information. It had reached about an hour after they had danced around the shack when Jackie and Eddie had sat back down in the boat, having a normal conversation, when suddenly their stomachs dropped when they remembered that they had said that.

Eddie had essentially told Jackie that he had been jealous of the boyfriends she had in high school. He had pretty much told her that he had been pining after her since his sophomore year. He told her that he had watched her date guys who treated her terribly while he watched, knowing he could treat her better, but he never said anything because he thought she wanted to be strictly friends.

On the other hand, Jackie had told him that she should've made more of an effort to hang out with him in those years. She told him about her exes and how they treated her. Jackie had told him all about how he made her ten times happier than any other guy ever had, and that she had made a mistake dating her exes instead of him. That was how she meant it, at least. Eddie might've misinterpreted it as her saying that she thought he was just a really good friend.

The two had also decided to haul themselves up onto their unsteady feet and dance around the room, which felt a little distorted at the time. They had held each other scarily close- too close for comfort. Eddie had wrapped his arm around her waist and held her lower back while Jackie clung to his shoulder, occasionally running her hand down to his strong arm and then back up again. They had even linked their other hands, gently holding onto each other as they swayed slightly across the floor.

Now, the effects of the alcohol had almost completely worn off. The sun had set over Lover's Lake, and so Jackie and Eddie decided to retreat to Reefer Rick's house for the night. They crept across the forest floor, sneaking through the trees, away from the possible gazes of anyone who might have been nearby.

Jackie made dinner in almost complete silence while Eddie closed all the windows and curtains in silence. And now, they were eating in silence.

He looked up from his bowl, watching as Jackie pushed around the yellow mac and cheese with her fork, her chin resting in her hand. "Thanks again," He mumbled.

Jackie glanced up for a moment, giving an awkward smile. "No problem."

Then, they were back to being silent. Eddie watched as she sat there, not hungry, barely eating. Her knee bounced aggressively, shaking the table.

Had he said something wrong? He thought that they were just telling each other the truth. He had never meant to make her uncomfortable. He never wanted this to happen- this is what he always thought would happen. Eddie felt his chest tighten, a wave of nausea rushing over him.

Jackie stared down at her bowl, deep in thought. Why did I say all that? She thought to herself. You can't just say all that without wanting, dumbass. But the worst part about all of this is that she was still unclear as to where he stood. Sure, she meant everything she said. She should've been with Eddie. But what did Eddie mean? Was he just angry that she was dating someone that awful, or was he jealous? Either way, Eddie wasn't saying anything to clarify.

She sighed, reaching for the roll of paper towels beside them. Eddie did the same, causing them both to jump when they realized that their hands collided. "I-" Jackie stammered, pushing the roll towards him. "Go ahead."

Eddie shook his head, pushing it back towards her. "No, you moved first."

"Really," Jackie took her hand away. "Go ahead."