solace | eddie munson x reader [y/n]

008

       A full week in chilly October seemed to blow past like it never happened. Although, that may have been because Eddie was keeping you occupied in the daytime. Mondays were reserved for after-school tutoring sessions. It was particularly difficult to keep on task this week, but you put your fist down; you told Eddie that you would kick his ass if he didn't graduate in the spring with you. His reply was something smart like I'd like to see you try. Nonetheless, he settled and really worked on learning what he needed to.

On the days that he wasn't busy with band rehearsals or Hellfire meetings, you and he would find yourselves smoking. The tables in the woods expected to see you at this point, and if not there then the messy-but-comforting floor of Eddie's van. As much as the male tried to get you to skip class with him, and as much as you were tempted to, you stuck to good attendance. Of course, when he played up those puppy dog eyes you figured it couldn't hurt to miss one period. 

One of your new favorite things was how Eddie always stopped to say hello when he saw you in the halls. He learned where your locker was and what times you'd be at it. Your heart had pretty much fallen out of your ass the first time you approached and saw his lanky body against it, awaiting you with a smirk.

       You didn't even think about the fact that you were being judged for befriending "the freak"; to you, he was just Eddie. The effects of it became unignorable one afternoon when he walked from your locker to go to class (you made him) and the basketball boys came down the hall. Jason was first to notice that you'd been talking to the metalhead and spoke viciously to Andy and Chance beside him. You tried to ignore the discomfort of their eyes burning into you as they passed.

Andy clicked his tongue, "Wasted potential."

"To give it up to the cultist? Foul," Jason added. You wanted to punch his pretty little lights out right then and there.

        Although you debated mentioning it to Eddie, you kept quiet while in the courtyard for the day's study session. You figured that if Jason could say such nasty things to you for simply being seen with the boy, then Eddie must have faced much worse from him over the years. Clearly, something was bothering you, and the older male asked a few times if you were okay. When a gust of wind blew through you took the opportunity to change the topic and distract him from worrying.

"We're gonna have to find a new study spot soon. Another couple weeks and we'll be popsicles out here," you complained. The jean jacket you had on was more fashionable than helpful in the cold, you clutched it closer.

"Or, we can keep each other warm," Eddie chaffed. He slid over to land his butt right next to yours on the bench. You smacked his chest lightly and called him a perv, his whole body shook with a chuckle. When he put his arms around your shoulders and rubbed to warm you up, you leaned into the touch.

      Your instincts screamed to reject physicality, a side effect of growing up with unloving parents. This did not apply to the boy beside you. It seemed he used touch to show he cared; you accepted contact from him because of the trust you had, and the comfort he brought. It caught you off guard to feel his head laying on top of yours.