Love Turns You Upside Down | Eddie Munson

Wish You Were Here - 12

Eddie and I walk in silence to my car. My hands fiddle inside my pockets, a weird feeling now in the forefront of my mind. Regardless, the silence between us feels comfortable, yet I feel like I should say something. I ponder my thoughts, and come up with nothing. I walk around to the side of my car, opening the door.

"Are you two going to Wheeler's? We're all spending the night there." Steve calls to me. He leans up against the drivers side, eying me. I look to Eddie across the top of my car, his hand on the door. His eyes meet mine.

"Will you be okay?" I ask softly. I keep my eyes ahead.

"Don't worry about me, you've done so much for me, Didiane. Go be with your friends." I turn my head to look at him. He smiles softly at me, my heart stuttering in response. "Go ahead. I can stay at the boathouse." I turn my attention back to Steve who is still looking between Eddie and I.

"Yeah, I will drop Eddie off at the boat house and meet you there okay?" Steve nods and climbs in. I hesitate and then lean down into my car, shutting the door. I don't start my car right away, instead I tap my fingers on the sterling wheel.

I listen to Steve's car as it starts, and I watch as he drives off. I nod and insert the key and turn, my engine roaring to life.

Eddie turns on the radio as I drive, and he flips through the stations until he finds something suitable and not full of static. He hums along quietly, just loud enough for me to hear, and out of the corner of my eyes I can see his foot tapping along to the beat. The corner of my lip turns up into a smile, and I try to hide it. He doesn't notice thankfully, and continues to hum along, looking out the window at the passing trees illuminated by my headlights. I turn onto the now familiar road, and I slow down in front of the house, and I park. My car turns off and we're left in the dark, the only light coming from the moon. He doesn't move, and neither do I.

"Keep the radio on you. Just in case. I will be back somewhere around 7 PM tomorrow okay?" I can barely see him nod.

"It's gonna suck, not having someone around. You're not bad to be around." He nudges me with his elbow.

I hum a laugh and smile.

"Same to you Munson, you're not too bad." I note an unusual feeling in the air, almost like an electricity.

"Goodnight Didiane. See you tomorrow." I can hear the smile in his voice.

"Goodnight Munson, sleep well." I can't help but maintain my grin.

The car door opens and he steps out, shutting my door gently, and I watch as he walks down the hill, and I wait until he disappears through the door. I release a breath I didn't even know I was holding, and the smile doesn't leave my face. I turn my car on, and head away from the boathouse. The entire way to the Wheeler's house my thoughts are focused on the freak with the long hair.

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"Wake up. Dustin. Wake up." I shake him. He stirs, but snores again. I roll my eyes, huffing. "Dustin Henderson." No response. I shove him over from his sitting position against the nightstand, and he hits the ground with a thud. He wakes and jolts up, his eyes squinted and red.

"Huh?"

"You were supposed to be on Max watch." I state sternly.