The Real World | Eddie Munson | pakora078

Chapter Nineteen: Two Truths, One Lie

I just bought some crisps and snacky bits for dinner seeing as i couldn't be bothered to cook. Even if i did cook though, it would taste like shit anyway.

"I'm gonna take a smoke. I'll do it out of your window." Eddie said. "You joining?"

"I would- but i'm at home-" I said, disappointed. "Actually you know what, yeah. I'm literally hiding you in my bedroom i can hide a bit of smoke."

"Good choice." He smirked.

I took a cigarette and he lit it for me, before lighting his own.

"Um, so.. do you think the others have been planning things?" Eddie asked.

"You know what Nancy's like, and Dustin, Max. Every one of them has been planning stuff i'm sure of it. I'm sure we can catch up tomorrow. At least we've had a break, and you're not in the hideout."

I heard my mum walk upstairs, calling my name.

"Sam, can you open the door please?" She said, knocking.

"Well. Back in the closet you go." I sighed, as Eddie threw the cigarette out of the window making sure it wasn't still lit. I quickly dabbed mine and threw mine with his. Eddie hid himself in the closet and i answered the door. "Yes?"

"Why do you keep locking your door?" She said, confused.

"I- i don't know- privacy?"

"Mike isn't here, you have no one-"

"Well you keep coming in here don't you?"

"Your room.." She shook her head looking at it. "It's such a mess Samantha. You need to tidy this up, right now." She came inside, my heart started beating faster when she became closer to the closet. "All these dirty clothes everywhere."

"Speaking of clothes, i have some for you- i'll go and get them to put them in your closet-" She said, picking up dirty clothes from my floor. "Sam." She paused. "Whose shirt is this?" She held Eddie's black top he wore to sleep in.

"It's mine, who else's would it be?" I let out a nervous laugh.

"It's not your size, and it says men's in the label, Sam."

"I have a lot of clothes from the men's section! They think women can't wear certain things."

"There's plenty of black shirts in the women's section Sam!" She sighed, disapointed, taking the shirt with all the other dirty clothes. "Whatever, i'll go get the new things i got for you." My mum sighed, leaving the room.

We had to be quick.

"Eddie, under my bed. Now." I whispered sternly.

"Seriously?" He hesitated, but after hearing my mum again he quickly went under the bed. I heard a little chuckle.

My mum walked in with a pile of clothes that looked like they were bought from old people.

"Gross, i am never going to wear those."

She ignored me, and carried on packing them away.

"Anything is better than what you wear Sam." She said, finishing up. "All done nicely. Now can you please, make sure you put dirty washing away next time!"

"Yes, fine, whatever. Alright."

Once she left i heard Eddie release a laugh, and i walked round to see him rolling out from underneath the bed.

"She missed something." He grinned.

I looked confused at first, but then remembered how i kicked my bra under the bed.

"Oh fuck, how embarrassing."

"I don't care, it's alright what am i going to do? Judge you over a bra? Come on." He rolled his eyes, smiling.

"We should play something tonight, we went to sleep way to early yesterday."

"Whose idea was that?"

"Mine, absolutely. But i was genuinely tired. We got up to a lot."

"Fair enough."

"You know, when i was younger i used to play this thing called two truths, one lie."

"Sounds pretty cool, who'd you play that with?"

"Oh, i don't even remember, it was before i met you. It was in middle school." I said.

"I'll start then." He said. "Okay, you ready?"

"I was born ready." I said.

Eddie and I were both sat opposite each other on the bed.

"My hair used to be buzzed, my uncle taught me guitar, and i got my first tat at age 10."

"Oh the tattoo one for sure, is the lie. You've told me about your buzzed hair before! You can't even get tattoos at age 10." I smiled.

"Nope." He said, making me shocked. "My uncle didn't teach me, i taught myself overtime, going to clubs and all those."

"Whatttt?! You got a tattoo at 10 years old?!"

"Yeah. You can ask my uncle if you wanted proof." He grinned.

"How is that possible?"

"He worked as a tattoo artist years ago. He's stopped doing it now, but uh, that's where my love for tattoos started."

"Cool. I want a tattoo. My mum would kill me." I laughed. "My turn."

"I find your eyes extremely cute, I had my first kiss at 13 and i used to have a crush on Jason."

"That's hard. I think the Jason one is lie. It's gotta be. You've told me my eyes are cute before, so." He smiled, his eyes glistening.

"Nope! I had a crush on Jason when i was 8. That was a long time ago but still counts."

"What's the lie? You haven't had your first kiss?"

"No, i uh, i haven't." I said, my cheeks burning up.

"I would not have expected that."

"You think i kissed what, a million boys?"

"Kinda, yeah." He smirked. "I wanna change into my pajamas so uh, yeah."

"Yeah i do too. I was also gonna ask, do you need a shower or anything?"

"Well i would have a shower, but under these circumstances i don't think i can."

"Oh right.. well you could, i'd just have to be in the bathroom at the same time as you so it isn't suspicious."

"Same time-?"

"There's a curtain you dope. I'll just sit on the counter or something."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, it's fine by me. Eddie, i am sure. Anything i say, i am sure. I want to help."

"Alright." He grinned.

I took a peep out of the door, no one was there and i went into the bathroom with Eddie trailing behind me. Nancy was back, i could hear her on the telephone to someone.

"Okay so, you will probably have to undress- um- fully with me in here but it's okay i'll just turn around."