𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙁𝙀𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 || EDDIE MUNSON

Story Time

NANCY looked at Brandy in shock, her jaw seemingly unable to close.

"It's bad, I know." Brandy mumbled. It had taken her over two weeks to say anything to other than Jameson.

Nancy wiped the look of stupefaction off her face, shaking her head, "No, it's not necessarily bad, I just didn't expect something like that from you." Nancy reassured, putting the magazine in her lap to the side.

It was the truth, it was unexpected. To Nancy at least, Brandy was a straight shooter. Always on time, always straight A's, always staying in the slow lane of life. Doing the expected, never going adrift. Her whole reputation was being a stick in the mud for gods sake!

"That's why it's bad!" Brandy cried in embarrassment. "I don't do that type of thing! I'm as cookie cutter as they come!"

"Hey," Wheeler scooted closer to Brandy on the bed, squeezing her wrist reassuringly. "If it makes you feel any better, I told Steve I didn't love him while I was drunk at a Halloween party," It was Brandy's turn to be bewildered, her eyes widened in the slightest as she stared voidly, unable to speak, looking almost amusened at Nancy. "Yeah, I know," She groaned. "Butttt," The girl dragged out. "You're not alone on this ship voyage."

"Then why do I feel like you've made it to shore and my boat's sprung a leak?" Brandy asked.

"Yeah it felt that way for a while with me too," Nancy mumbled. "I think I would've preferred a kiss over breaking Steve's heart though." Brandy hummed in agreement, her eyes skimming over the magazine in front of her, though her brain didn't register any of it, as all she thought about was Eddie.

There was a knock at the door, both girls looked up to see Mike standing awkwardly in the doorway, "Do you need something, Mike?" Nancy asked.

"Jeez," He made a face. "Just relaying a message, didn't mean to interrupt..." he squinted at the magazines in their hands. "Whatever you're doing."

"Swapping war stories." Brandy joked.

"Which is?" Nancy urged him.

"Mom said dinners almost ready," He said shuffling his way down the hall.

The girls let out a laugh once they heard Mike's door shut. "He's so moody," Nancy laughed.

"I can't believe you told Steve that," Brandy chuckled to herself.

"I know, I know." Nancy rolled her eyes. There was a moment of silence as they stewed over their words. "Do you?"

"What?" Brandy asked, her eyes tearing away from the magazines photographs.

"Love him?" Nancy questioned. "Eddie?"

"I don't know," Brandy shook her head in thought. "I think about him all the time, like an obsessive amount." She told Nancy. "I'm glad we got new classes, I don't think I could've had last period with him for another week, I couldn't even focus."

"I miss that feeling," Nancy sighed. "The thinking about all the time, not focusing." She clarified.

"Every time I'm around him I just feel super excited, it's even worse now that I actually kissed him." Brandy explained to her, Nancy looked riveted by her words as she nodded, urging her on. "We still haven't talked about it-"

"You haven't?" Nancy asked with urgency.

Brandy shook her head in response. "I think he can tell I don't want to, maybe he doesn't want to talk about it either."

"I'm sorry-" Nancy shook her head, holding out a hand in surprise. "Why don't you want to talk about it? I mean I thought you wanted to be with him right?"