Dirty Little Secret| Eddie Munson x Reader

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

Y/N's POV
Wednesday, October 2nd, 1985.

"Hey, hot stuff, come here often?" A familiar rasp spoke beside me. I closed my locker door to see Eddie's lean frame resting against his arm on the locker beside me. His doe eyes scanned up and down my frame pervishly as he loudly chewed on his gum with a crude smirk on his face. I looked back at him disappointedly, my lips pressed into a tight line.

"You skipped class," I said plainly, unimpressed with his cutesy greeting.

"I have an excuse," He retaliated unseriously, that crooked grin still present on his face as he held up a clunky plastic bag with a red "Sal's" logo printed on it. It took me a second to realize what I was looking at as two Styrofoam takeout boxes came to form through the flimsy plastic. "Got us lunch from the diner."

"That's not a good reason to skip, Eds," I stated, making an effort to upkeep my hardened front as the smoky aroma of bacon tickled my nose. My stomach growled in response to the scent, giving away my desire for the sandwich in the box, which evoked a small chuckle from Eddie.

"Well, I got you an extra pickle, so hopefully that makes up for it," Eddie said, dangling the bag in my face. My mouth began to water and I allowed my stern expression to drop.

"I do like pickles," I said in consideration.

"I know you do. Let's go," Eddie said as he grabbed my hand and began dragging me towards the double doors at the end of the hall.

"Eddie, I have newspaper," I objected, trying to tug my hand out of his grasp to no avail.

"Skip. I'm hungry," He shrugged as he pulled me out into the parking lot.

"You need to get out of the habit of skipping, Ed's. How do you think you're supposed to graduate this time if you keep skipping everything?" I questioned pointedly, stumbling over my feet as I struggled to keep up with his quick strides.

Eddie didn't say anything in response, only offering a dismissive chuckle as he towed me behind him across the entirety of the back lot. I began to get nervous that he was planning to kidnap me or something as we hit the edge of the woods.

"Where are we even going?" I asked, looking back at the school over my shoulder as it became distant in view.

"You talk a lot," He laughed at me, ignoring my question once again as he continued to trail me into the woods. My steps turned to trudges as my calves began to burn from attempting to match the pace of his significantly longer legs.

We finally stopped in front of a rickety wooden picnic table in the center of a clearing in the woods. He dropped the takeout bag onto the table before plopping down on one of the benches. The wood creaked under me as I sat down opposite from him, worrying the worn structure would collapse under the weight of the both of us. Eddie fumbled with the knot at the top of the bag for a moment before resorting to just ripping the bag open and unstacking the takeout boxes. He wasted no time flipping the lid off of his and digging into his sandwich. I followed suit, my stomach flipping in excitement at the sight of the twin pickle spears beside my half burnt sandwich. I plucked the toothpick out of one of the halves of my BLT before biting into it. Pure bliss, just like last time. And for only $3.99. What a steal.

"Pickle please," I said, covering my full mouth with one hand as I held out my hand for Eddie's pickle.

"You have two of your own. How many pickles do you need?" Eddie exclaimed, raising his eyebrows in disbelief.

"Yes, I have plenty, but I want yours too. You're not gonna eat it anyway," I argued back, evoking an annoyed sigh from Eddie. He handed his to me before I placed it in my mouth and took a bite, euphoria overtaking my senses. Eddie crinkled his nose in disdain as he watched me devour the crisp spear.