𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓀𝓈 𝐹𝓁𝓎 ||𝐸𝒹𝒹𝒾𝑒 𝑀𝓊𝓃𝓈𝑜𝓃

12

"Evie, I don't think that's a good idea," Eddie said as he opened the passenger door for me. I got in and looked at him while the sweetest puppy dog eyes. He rolled his eyes and leaned his head on the side of the door. "Come on, you don't really mean that. This crap isn't worth it." 

"But you do it," I responded, trying to sound oh so innocent about it. 

"Well, you aren't me, Ev." He let out a loud sigh and I reached my hand to his shoulder. 

"I've done it before, Eddie. Wouldn't you rather me buy from you than someone else?" His eyes widened big enough that I thought they would fall out of his head. I never told anyone I smoked this summer with Aunt Lena. 

"You, Guinevere Emerson, have smoked weed?" He sounded astounded and a small smile spread across his face. I nodded as I looked at my hands. "How about this, you and I can smoke together, but that's it. I'm not selling to you and you are not allowed to buy from anyone, is that a deal?" I had to think for a moment. I told Lena everything when I was high, I couldn't be around Eddie to do the same. 

"That's not a good idea either," I mumbled. "Let's just go. I'm tired and I'm sure everyone is worried." I reached for the door, pushing Eddie back a little so I could shut it. He shuffled back to his side of the van and got in. 

"So is that a no?" I looked over at Eddie. He had his hands resting on the steering wheel as he was already staring at me. 

"I'd rather do it alone. I just want to be alone, is that so much to ask for?" Eddie reached his hand out to mine and held it for a minute as I tried not to think about last night. I pulled my hand away from his and looked out the window. "Can we please just go?" Eddie stayed quiet as he started the van and began towards my house. I gently rubbed my leg as it began feeling sore as if someone was holding it tightly, the bruises didn't like the tight fabric of my jeans. 

"Are you ok?" Eddie asked in a serious voice. I must have been shifting around a lot in discomfort. 

"I'm fine, don't worry about me." I watched from the corner of my eyes as Eddie leaned forward to turn on the music and I kept my eyes out the window. When we finally turned onto my road, I noticed Grams van was in the driveway. "Oh perfect." Eddie parked his van on the side of the road and I got out, getting a head start on him so nobody would think I got home with him. When I walked in the front door, everyone turned to look at me. Not an inch of worry on their faces. 

"Hi, sweetie. How was Chrissy's?" Mom asked as she was cooking something in the kitchen. 

"It was good." Gareth was sitting on the couch as Percy played with his army men on the coffee table. 

"Well, your dad and I are going on a little day trip here in a little, so I can either leave Percy here with you two or take him with us." The doorbell rang and Gareth got up to get it as I walked into the kitchen.  Mom looked at the door as I leaned against the counter. "Good morning, Eddie. I am just making some cinnamon rolls if you are hungry." 

"That sounds amazing," Eddie responded as he and Gareth sat down on the couch. Percy began pestering Eddie to play with him. 

"Are you going to eat something, sweetie? You look a little pale." I looked up at mom as she took the cinnamon rolls out of the oven. She turned back to look at me and had a gentle smile on her face. "What's wrong? Did something happen with you and Chrissy?" 

"No, I'm just tired, that's all. Could you guys take Percy today?" I began playing with my hands nervously. I hated asking them to take him with them, but I needed the space. 

"Of course, he will have a great time. We are going to the Renaissance Faire." 

"Why is Grams here?" I asked in a hushed tone.