Freaks// Eddie Munson Fanfic

The exchange

We sat in silence, side by side in the empty woods waiting for a client of his.

"Do they usually take this long?" I question.

"No," he says sighing and turning to me.

"Well, he better hurry up cause I need to get home and get ready."

He looks at me curiously and turns away.

I look at him and his box before fiddling with it a bit.

"What kind of stuff you got in there?" I ask trying to open it before he pulls it away slowly.

"Things you can't have," he said with crooked brows.

"Why?" I ask very much annoyed.

He just turns away not looking at me.

"Weed is good. Weed is fine but this shit messes with your head."

"You take it."

He just looks at me a second and turns away like he doesn't know how to respond to that.

"Yeah, well my mind was already messed up."

I smack my lips together and rest my chin on my palm looking ahead.

I asked max at school if it was fine if she could cover for me. I don't want to risk what happened last time happening again. I told her my mom might call and that if she could just stay alert and answer the phone and tell her I'm there. I would be worried that she'd want to talk to Max's mom but she works so she could just tell her that and lie and say I'm in the bathroom or something. We worked it all out but she threw me a bone and I owe her big time.

All of a sudden I feel a kiss on my neck and his arm wraps around me.

He makes me laugh and that causes him to chuckle too.

I pull back a bit as his foreheads rested on mine.

He pulls up a blunt in front of me.

"Here."

I grab it and look at him confused.

"You had weed on you?"

"Always gotta have something and I, unfortunately, ran out of my carton," he says referring to his cigarettes.

We hear crunching and he pulls away turning to look in front of us.

It's some kid I've seen before. He's pretty quiet and I think he's in band. With Robin.

"Who's that?" He questions nodding his head to me.

"Don't worry about it. Let's just get this over with cause I got somewhere to be and you took your sweet time," Eddie says with a forced smile.

Sometimes I'm shocked to see him interact with others. He's not necessarily mean but he's not exactly as nice as he is with me. He can be stubborn. Maybe a bit rude and blunt to others but not me or his friends. Well..he does snap at them but that's how he gets along with them. He gets riled up.

They do the exchange and the guy just nods at him before stuffing the little bag of drugs into his sweater pocket and walking away quickly.

Eddie watches him go with a very much annoyed facial expression before he grabs his little toolbox and gets up.

"Okay..let's go."

I give him the blunt and he looks at me confused.

"What?"

"Save it for me? For later. I can't exactly walk into my house with my brother there smelling like weed."

My brother may be able to handle Eddie, my job, Eddie's cigarette addiction, but if I walk in bloodshot eyes, smelling of dope he'll kill me.