"I swear, if I'm dying tonight because of you, I'm gonna haunt your ass so hard, Harrington!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah! I'm gonna go full Poltergeist and shit!"
"Then bring it, Graveswood."
"Challenge accepted."
***
In which after years of suppressing their...
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Chapter Seven: Girls Just Wanna Have Fun
(The Weirdo On Maple Street, Pt. 3)
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"No."
Rowan groaned. "Come on, Eddie. You're my best friend. My literal childhood, next-door-neighbour best friend. We've known each other since we were kids in freaking middle school. I think I deserve you giving me a bag for free."
Eddie crossed his arms, glaring at her. "Still no, Graveswood, I'm not gonna give you weed for free, friend card or not. The least I can give you is a discount. Now pay up."
Rowan glared at him. "Fuck you, Munson."
"Take me out to dinner first."
Rowan rolled her eyes, but refused to give up her money, determined to hustle Eddie until he relented and he gave it for free, but her shaggy-haired friend seemed just as stubborn to not do so, leading to a stalemate.
Then, Rowan had an idea.
Quick as a flash, she reached over and grabbed the lunchbox where Eddie kept his drugs and raced to the trees, where Eddie stared at her in shock before giving chase, scrambling across the table to do so.
"Bold move, Graveswood!" he shouted. "I respect you for that! But give it back!"
"Make me!" she shouted, shaking the metal lunchbox tauntingly. Eddie grabbed for it but Rowan leapt out of the way, racing back to the table and standing on one side while Eddie stood at the other, glaring at her.
"Surrender the weed, Graveswood," Eddie said in the low, dramatic voice she knew he used for his campaigns.
"Bite me, Munson," she responded, wagging her brows.
Eddie glared at her, then lunged, not going from the front but around the side, tackling her to the ground as she wore a wide-eyed expression. They tussled, but Eddie reclaimed his drug-box with a cry of triumph while Rowan scowled, half-heartedly aiming a kick for his shin.
Eddie moved away from the kick, slightly stumbling, and grinned down. "I'm still expecting payment, Graveswood."
"Fine, you money vulture," Rowan muttered as she shoved the crinkled bills into his awaiting hand.
"A guy's gotta eat and help pay the bills," Eddie said nonchalantly, but the words held a ring of truth; Eddie helped his uncle with the bills as much as Rowan wanted to help her aunt with theirs. She knew the drug dealing was just Eddie's way to help pay them, and while Rowan got it, she couldn't do that. Not when the risks were too high, despite that she might make good money.
