Runnin' with the Devil

The Date

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The passenger side door is pulled open before you could even get the chance to touch the door. This simple action puts a smile on your face as you slide into the seat and the door is shut for you. You push, what looks to be like food bags, to the side with your feet as you shift around a bit in the seat. Something about the van feels comfortable even with the bit of mess laying at your feet. The sound of the driver side door opening fills the small space before being succeeded by the slamming of the very same door.

"Sorry for the mess. I guess I just didn't think to clean anything up before I got here."

Eddie gave an awkward laugh as he kept his eyes away from you. He seemed nervous as he pulled keys from his pocket, pushed them into the ignition, and started the van. After a few moments of studying his body language, you decide to avert your eyes from him and instead glue them to the road ahead. A small jolt comes from the van before it begins to roll down the road and away from your little neighborhood.

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"Here we are."

Eddie announced proudly as he pulled the van into a parking space at the very front of a small diner. His eyes finally made their way to you after desperately attempting to keep off of you for the entire ride. He offered another soft smile as your eyes met his.

You could've sworn that time had stalled right then as his smile flashed your way. That sweet yet devilish smile that wrapped your heart in chains in the most loving way possible, the way that his face titled to side slightly almost like a puppy when his expression shifted, the innocence that you could tell masked something more, it all intrigued and enchanted you. That simple expression he gave you was enough to spark something a bit more than an interest in him.

Grounded back in reality, you quickly turned away and to the door beside you, pulling the handle and pushing your way out of the door. Once out, you pushed the door shut and walked up to the sidewalk ahead of you. You paused for a moment to turn around, now in front of the van, to notice Eddie just sitting there watching you. You gave a slightly confused expression and watched as he shook his head a bit before finally exiting the van.

"Perv!"

You shouted to him as soon as he had shut his door then quickly turned away to walk inside. You laughed to yourself as quietly as you could when you heard quickened footsteps behind you and the sound of a jokingly frustrated Eddie calling back.

"You little shit! I wasn't even— I was just— shut the fuck up!"

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Now seated in a booth awaiting the arrival of your food, you and Eddie both took in the scenery of the small diner. It was bright, clean, and had signed photographs of famous and up-and-coming pop stars scattered about. You most definitely stood out in this establishment but you didn't care, in fact, you preferred it that way. You enjoyed sticking out like a sore thumb. You got a sense of power in the knowledge that you weirded people out. Being different was fun...much more fun than going along with a crowd that you could hardly tell apart due to how similar they all look and act. Even if you wanted to fit in, you knew for a fact that you'd never be able to, so you embraced the oddities of being different.

"Some of these singers on the walls make me wanna vomit."

You were broken from your thoughts by Eddie's comment. It elicited a laugh from you as you turned your attention to him. He was still focused on scanning the walls, his face contorted into that of slight disgust but still keeping a small smile on his face.

"Agreed. I'm getting a headache just looking at them."

You shoot back, which causes Eddie to laugh a bit. His laugh brings butterflies to your stomach that you attempt to push away as quickly as possible. The butterflies stay though, and are soon accompanied by more when Eddie's attention turns to you.

"That so? I would've guessed that these guys were your shit."

He commented sarcastically as he pulled an arm up to the table. He rested his elbow on it, unfurling his hand to lay his chin atop his palm and curling his fingers back down until they reached his cheek. You rolled your eyes as you subconsciously followed suit, keep a smile glued to your face just as he was. You open your mouth to speak but are quickly interrupted by Eddie.

"Speaking of singers...your shirt. Never heard of that band."

He stated simply, offering up space for you to explain. You look down at your shirt as if you didn't already know what you were wearing and laugh a little.

"Oh yeah, I figure you wouldn't have heard of us. Not many people have so I guess I shouldn't be surprised."

Eddie gives a confused look at your response as he eyes your shirt once again. You keep yourself from teasing him with another comment about him being a 'perv' as he opens his mouth to speak again.

"Wait, us?"

"You heard me...us."

"So, what, you like the bass player or something?"

You could tell Eddie was slightly joking with his question and it caused you to scoff at him. You rolled your eyes once more as you allowed your arm to fall from your face onto the table, in fake offense from the question.

"Me? The bass player? Hell no. My friend would slaughter me if I ever tried to take that spot from her."

You get another laugh from Eddie and it makes your heart flutter. He doesn't offer another comment so as to allow you to explain further. Though, you did have to take a moment to collect yourself internally after his reaction.

"Why don't you come see us sometime? I'll show you what I do."

"Y/n, are you asking me on another date already? You little devil."

Eddie's comment causes your face to go red as your heart begins to pound out of your chest. You quickly clear your throat in attempt to hold yourself together and offer a witty response in return.

"In your dreams, Munson."

After you got the words out you quickly moved your attention away from him to keep yourself composed. You already knew that Eddie had taken note of your reaction and hoped that if your attention was visibly away from him that he'd keep quiet for a few moments. If he did, you could get yourself back under control and continue a conversation with him.