𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙁𝙀𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 || EDDIE MUNSON

Monday Trouble

EDDIE had been up since five AM, not out of preparedness or a keen wish to be ready for school. It was pure dumb luck for him. Normally the boy would've gone back to bed, and slept for at least two more hours, but the sound of his uncle shuffling around the kitchen prevented him from doing so.

Eddie rubbed at his eyes, rolling over to switch on his lamp. He looked around his messed room, "Jesus," He mumbled, all but stumbling his way out of bed, trying to avoid tripping over things that were scattered about his floor.

Eddie grabbed the first pair of old pajama pants he could find, bringing them to his nose he shrugged. "Clean enough," He grunted, pulling them over his boxers. Eddie swung open the door to his room, strolling out to the hall he ran his fingertips through his tangled hair, trying to get it just enough out of his face.

"You're up early," Wayne looked over at Eddie, a mug in one hand and the remote in the other. He flipped through the channels mindlessly.

"Coffee before bed?" Eddie raised his brows, rummaging through the cabinets in the kitchen. "Woke up, couldn't go back to sleep," Eddie told his uncle, placing down a bowl on the counter next to the open box of Cap'n Crunch.

"Whiskey," Wayne grunted. "Couldn't find my regular glasses."

"We got any milk?" Eddie asked, opening up the fridge. His eyes swept around the shelves of the icebox.

"It's in the door," The older man informed. "How're your grades?" He asked.

Eddie grabbed the milk carton, moving over to the counter. "Improving." He shook the cereal box lightly, the sound of the breakfast hitting the porcelain bowl making his stomach rumble.

"Would hope so, with that lady friend of yours being over here so much," Wayne chuckled with a shake of the head, taking a sip of his whiskey. "Nice girl, you can tell she's real sweet."

"Ballbuster more like it," Eddie laughed, taking a spoonful of cereal to his lips. "You know she made me read a myth over twenty times until I could basically recite it to her?"

"Bet you'll do good on the test though," The man let out a grunted laugh.

"Hopefully." Eddie said muffled as he chewed up his Cap'n Crunch.

"She gonna be staying around more often, after your grades are up that is?" Wayne gave Eddie a look, one he was sure would take him a moment to pick up on.

"If she wants?" The boy shrugged. "Wait what do you mean by that?" Eddie backtracked, looking back at his uncle perplexed.

Wayne said nothing he just stood from his lazy boy, downing the remaining sip of his whiskey. He pottered over to Eddie, clapping him on the shoulder with a shake of the head. The man placed his cup on the countertop, walking his way to the bathroom.

"What do you mean?!" Eddie called down the hall. "Okay then," He shook his head in a confused manner. "Wayne Munson, the mysterious." Eddie sarcastically mumbled to himself, making his way back to his bedroom.

He rummaged through the basket of clean clothes that sat atop his dresser, pulling out the first pair of clean jeans he found. Next was a shirt, but he was never run short supply of those, rather it be one of the many Hellfire shirts he owned, or a band tee, there was always something to wear. Today he shot for a W.A.S.P shirt.

He pulled it over his mess of hair and then over his tattooed chest, with a sigh he put on his pants. It was awfully early to be getting ready for school, but then again he promised Dustin a ride to school at some point in the week. Eddie glanced at the clock, 6:02 AM.

"Good morning to me, I guess," He muttered, pulling out a cigarette. The teen collapsed onto his bed, knees bent and feet dangling off the side. Eddie grabbed his ashtray placing it on his stomach while he gazed at the ceiling tiredly. He lit his cigarette, blowing an 'O' into the air and then flicking some ash into the ashtray.