Eddie had turned up 8 minutes late the next morning.
"It's 8:08, Munson. You're late." Louella greeted him as she walked over to the passenger door of his van.
"I know, I know,"
He leaned across the centre console to open her door. As she sat down, he handed her a coffee.
"Aw, you listened, good boy," she smirked.
He grinned back at her,
"Anddd..."
He turned up the radio. Master of Puppets. Her smile grew.
Eddie reversed out of her driveway and onto the road. She watched as he bopped his head to the music.
"What are you staring at?" he asked.
She let out a small laugh,
"You."
"Why?"
"I don't know, I guess you're not what I thought you'd be."
"Mean and scary?"
"I mean, I guess- but, I don't know. You're... not as weird as everyone makes you out to be"
He put his hand to his chest, keeping his eyes on the road,
"I'm weird!"
"Yeah, but like a normal amount of weird."
"I'm not sure if that's a compliment or an insult"
"No, no, no! It's not an insult. Everyone makes you out to be some insane, stalker-ish, psychopath type person and while you're kinda a stalker, you're not the freak they say you are. You're normal. A little weirder than some but... normal." she told him.
"Hm. What else do people tell you about me?"
"Well, Amanda Dixon is pretty much obsessed with you. She can never stop talking about you. But, in a bad way."
"Oh, yeah. Her."
"So, is it true? What she tells everyone? That you kill and torture animals for fun?"
He looked at her,
"Do you think it is?"
"No."
"You're right. It's not."
"So why does she think you do?"
He took a deep breath,
"You know Sophie Dixon, her sister? Used to play drums in the band, graduated last year."
"Yeah..."
"Well, I was sleeping with her."
Her eyes widened,
"Oh."
"Yeah. Amanda didn't like that. She didn't trust me. She thought I was a freak. One day, someone ran over a rabbit and just left it on the street outside their house. It wasn't on their porch like she told everyone. I'm not sure if she generally thought it was me or she was just saying it was. But yeah, that's the whole story really. She started telling everyone, saying I was a cultist. Someone who worshipped the devil. Sophie and I stopped... you know... and she left over the summer break to go to MIT."
"Wow."
He nodded his head,
"Mhm."
"So... that's your type... Sophie Dixon. Lots of dark eye makeup, spiked chokers, constantly high... that kind of thing?"
He shrugged,
"I don't really think I have a type. It's easy to get along with someone who has the same interests as you but sometimes I like the challenge. The chase."
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Fanfiction2 months after the death of her boyfriend, Billy Hargrove, Louella Quinn finally begins to get her life back on track. She swears she's not ready for another relationship until Eddie "The Freak" Munson enters her life. As there unique and unexpected...
