solace | eddie munson x reader [y/n]

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        It took the entirety of the next two days to work up the courage to invite Eddie to the party. Mostly because you anticipated him saying no. He wasn't the type to attend those things, especially with classmates who looked at him like he was a killer or something. You ran through all sorts of scenarios for how he would respond. This mental debating kept you quieter during your car rides and history classes, which Eddie noticed, naturally. Thursday's drive home was one such example.

"Where do you sit at lunch?" Eddie made conversation as he glanced at you staring out the window. He loved to talk and hated the silence, even if it was comfortable between you.

"Huh?" You had heard the question but not processed it, brain reeling with irrational worries.

"Zoned out again? Jesus, dude."

"Sorry, I'm sorry. I'm...thinking."

"Right, tough question. Take your time."

"Not about that, smartass." You glared at him. "Uh, depends on the day. Usually a quiet hallway, maybe the courtyard or my car. Why?"

He absorbed your answer for a moment. Why had I never noticed before? he wondered, I could've invited her in months ago. He went on, "I never see you in the cafeteria, was just curious. You know you're welcome to sit with us."

"Really?" Your eyes glimmered. Given the anxiety the school lunchroom brought, you hadn't considered trying to join Eddie and the guys.

"Yes really, nerd." He reached over to ruffle your hair, causing you to scrunch up your nose at how messy it became.

       On Friday morning you still couldn't bring up the party. I have to do it before he drops me off, you mentally prepped. You leaned on your closed locker to watch the masses of students hustling through the halls for last period. On your scan leftward, your eyes fell upon Eddie strutting toward you. He walks like he owns the school, with his head high and an air of cockiness that's charming. Your eyes were glued to him, watching as he took his time approaching. A smirk tugged up one side of his mouth and he held eye contact as he entered earshot.

"So you do own something other than black jeans," you sneered. He had on blue jeans with his baseball tee and they looked great on him.

"You like them?" He did a spin to offer a full view; you shamelessly looked to his butt and legs when he was back-facing. Yeah, he needs to wear those more often.

"Yeah, they look nice."

"You aren't wearing your Hellfire shirt," Eddie pouted, coming to a stop inches in front of you.

"Was I supposed to?" you chirped.

"It's Friday. We always wear club shirts on meeting days." He was an octave away from what you'd consider whining.