Freaks// Eddie Munson Fanfic

All my life

When we left I was quiet in the car. He didn't ask me anything and I didn't feel like talking.

I'm sitting on his bed now with one of his shirts on, wiping my rings and hands from the bit of blood.

I had already taken my boots and pants off. I was just in underwear when he walked in from using the bathroom.

He had his shirt unbuttoned completely showing his chest. He opened his eyes wider a bit looking at me curiously as I sat on his bed in nothing but a shirt and underwear.

I look away at my hands, trying not to smile at that.

I hear him toss something and watch as he comes to sit next to me; shirtless.

"Here, let me," he says grabbing the paper towel from my hands.

I would argue about how I can do it but the last time I did that he ended up doing it anyways. So I don't bother this time.

He wiped my hands clean and was about to wipe my face before I stopped him.

He looked at me cautiously.

I pointed to my makeup wipes.

"Better. Since I haven't removed anything."

He just nods and grabs them.

He pulls one out and starts gently wiping my face.

"Close your eyes," he tells me softly and I do as he says.

He starts wiping off the mascara and eyeshadow before speaking.

"I'm starting to think parties aren't your thing," he says making me chuckle.

"No. Alcohol isn't my thing."

He doesn't say anything but he moves to my nose. Removing the makeup there to which I finally open my eyes.

He locks eyes with me for a second before looking down and wiping my cheeks.

"You wanna talk about it?" He asks.

He doesn't look at me or seems to expect anything though.

I look down and think about it.

I'll only look stupid.

"No."

I can feel him halt and I look to see he's staring at me.

"There's nothing to say," I tell him as he continues and nods.

"I just...I got mad over something stupid. Something I shouldn't have even let get to me in the first place."

He just keeps nodding and makes it to my lips. The corners of my lips specifically where I had blood.

He tugs my bottom lip slightly and cleans the blood on it from the cut I have.

"Well, if it's any consolation. I thought it was cool."

"Yeah, I know. You said that" I say looking at my hands and I feel him stop.

I look up to see him toss the wipe on his counter. He stands up and removes his pants. He walks to the counter and turns his lamp on and shuts the room lights off.

He crawls into bed and lays down next to me as I'm sat with my legs crossed sitting up.

"Hey. Come here," he tells me.

He pulls a little smile, tugging my arm to him until I'm laying down beside him and he has his arm under my head keeping me close, with his other hand to my face caressing it.

"You were having so much fun," he whispers to me.

"I did have fun," I correct him with furrowed brows.