Dirty Little Secret| Eddie Munson x Reader

This Charming Man (pt 1)

Y/N's POV
Saturday, September 20th, 1985.

Family Video was surprisingly slow for it being a Saturday evening and thankfully so, due to the fact that Keith had given Steve and I entire laundry list of tasks to complete before the end of our shifts. Despite having a golden opportunity to knock out all of our tasks before closing, it was taking an excruciatingly long time, as Steve was no help to me like usual. He was too busy flirting with every single female customer that came in and goofing around. I was completing the most tedious task of the day, sorting through the returns from the week that we'd fallen behind on, as Steve stood there next to me rambling about some stupid argument he'd had with Robin the day before.

"I almost felt insulted when she said I had next to no fighting skills," Steve sighed next to me as I bent over the returns box and began taking out tapes. "Like, you think I could take a goose in hand to wing combat, right?"

"I don't know, those fuckers are mean as hell." I shook my head as I sorted the tapes by genre and set them in piles on the counter. "Plus, I read somewhere once that a goose flap is strong enough to break a person's nose, so the odds aren't good."

"I could so take a goose," Steve grumbled under his breath. I shook my head and grabbed a tall pile of tapes, balancing it against my chest.

"Could you grab the other comedies please?" I asked, my voice strained as I pressed my chin on top of the stack to hold it in place. He nodded and picked up the remainder of the comedy tapes before following me to their rack and placing them in their places on the shelves. We worked in silence for a moment, concentrating at placing the titles in the right order until we worked through our respective stacks.

"So, homecoming is coming up," Steve mentioned nonchalantly as he set the last tape onto the rack.

"Is it?" I asked as he followed me back to the returns up front.

"Yeah, the game is October 4th and the dance is the next day," Steve nodded and began fiddling with the pens held in the small cup next to the computers, effectively going back into his unhelpful mode.

"Oh cool," I said, starting to replace the romances on the rack next to us.

"You gonna go to the dance?" He asked, still fiddling with the pens.

"Um, probably not," I muttered.

"What? Why not?" Steve spun around to face me with a shocked expression on his face.

"Dunno, not really my thing," I shrugged.

"Nothing fun is your thing, y/n." He threw his hands up in frustration. "I mean, what if someone special asks you?"

"Doubtful" I mumbled as I leaned against the romance rack. My mind wandered to Eddie and I pictured him coming up with some elaborate way to ask me. That would never happen though, not in a million years. First of all, everything is still fresh between us and it might make things weird. Second of all, Eddie would probably never be caught dead at a school dance. Additionally, if we went to homecoming together, Steve would most definitely notice that we were together and that's a big no-no, so Eddie asking me was not possible in any realm. I tried to imagine someone else asking me and the thought itself disgusted me. I shook my head. "Even if that did happen, I'd say no."

"Well, in that case, we could all go in a group. Me, you, Robin, and Nancy. It'll be fun." Steve offered, smiling in satisfaction at his idea as he leaned against the counter.

"Maybe. I'll think about it," I said with disinterest as I hoped desperately that he would drop it. Of course, with it being Steve, he did not drop it.

"I can tell by your face that you've already made up your mind on not going." Steve pointed at me and pushed himself off of the counter, approaching me as I rolled my eyes at him. "Please come. It'll be a good time. I'll even save you a dance."