glassy eyes, hazy afternoons- Eddie Munson x Reader

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After Y/n found a more 'suitable' outfit, she met Sam in the living room—both of them fixing their belts around their waists.

"All set?" He asked.

Y/n nodded, holding up her bag as evidence.

"Bye, dad."
"See ya, pops!" They said rushing out the door, the screen door swinging shut behind them as their dad waved a slice of toast in 'farewell'.

Y/n never thought she'd be so happy to see the bronco, she couldn't wait to feel the familiar velvet seats under her touch.

Sam unlocked his door first, practically diving across the cab to unlock the passenger side. Y/n placed her bag between them as they slammed their doors shut.

When Sam turned the ignition, Y/n searched through her tapes for their favorite tape by The Smiths.

She loaded it into the tape deck, What Difference Does It Make starts while he backs out of the drive carefully.

"Okay, tell me EVERYTHING." He said with wide eyes and an eager smile. "About what?" She asked, purposely being difficult.

"AbOuT wHaT? You know what," he took the opportunity to shove her shoulder. "School! How's it hanging?? Make any friends? Did you join a club?"

"Well actually.." she started with a smirk

Sam screeched with glee and drummed the steering wheel in anticipation. "Aghhhh!!! I knew there'd be something to tell!"

Y/n laughed at her brothers dramatics. "Shut up, so I can tell you!"

Sam nodded, bringing a hand to his mouth to literally 'wipe the look off his face' and put it back down on the wheel.

"So, the first few days were pretty unremarkable, my classes are okay but math still sucks. Anyway, yesterday I took it upon myself to track down some bud here, and while it was a trialing journey, I met a few friends along the way." She said as she sentimentally brought a hand to her heart.

"Do tell!" Sam urged with his eager eyes glued to the road, just coasting around the streets downtown to scope out their options.

"I made friends with, wait for it, the head cheerleader in biology, she was so nice and even invited me to her boyfriends party coming up, but I doubt I go just yet."

Sam nodded thoughtfully, probably already seeing her point of view on the party matter.

"Since she knows everything about everyone, I asked her who I should buy from and she told me about this guy, Eddie Munson." Her eyes turned a little dreamy as his name came from her lips.

"Ooh, Eddie Munson," Sam wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Y/n scoffed and rolled her eyes away from her brother.

"What, I said his name, that doesn't mean anything!"

"You didn't even tell me your cheerleader friend's name, not to mention the heart eyes. But, please, continue the story and prove me wrong." He said smugly.

Y/n scoffed in shock, not expecting to be called out so severely, and so soon. She took a breath to prepare for the gloating that comes when her brother has found out he's right about something. Which is irritatingly more often than not.

"Well, anyway, I'll come back to him later, I gotta tell you about the hit I took in between classes—"

"You WHAT?" Sam slammed on his breaks at the stop sign, thankfully no one was behind them. "Jesus CHRIST, Samuel what the FUCK?" Y/n exclaimed after being jerked forward.

"Did someone hit you? Did you hit someone?" He asked with concern and then intrigue.

"Relax, there was a fight next to my locker and I was collateral damage. The hit didn't hurt like the fall would have, but this freshman, Mike, caught me. Turns out, he's in the same club as Eddie. So he and his friends were able to pass a note I wrote to him and I ended up meeting him in the woods behind the football field."