Dirty Little Secret| Eddie Munson x Reader

Dance Hall Days

Y/N's POV
Saturday, October 5th, 1985.

As I sat on the ornate ivory stool in front of the dresser mirror, I licked my whitened teeth, checking them in my reflection to make sure none of my Berrylicious lipstick transferred onto them. Goosebumps raised on my arms and I wasn't sure if it was from the chilled air blowing in through Nancy's bedroom window or from anticipation of tonight. It was finally homecoming. A fluttering feeling had plagued my stomach all day and I couldn't decide if I was dreading the event or if I was actually excited.

"I think I made a mistake buying this dress. The color totally washes me out," Nancy said from behind me. I turned in my seat to see Nancy spinning around in front of her full length mirror, checking herself out in the fluffy dress from all angles.

"I think you look good in green. Makes your eyes pop," I reassured her, smiling kindly.

"You think so?" She looked back at me, her eyebrows knit together in concern as she twirled a ringlet of her hair around her index finger. I nodded back enthusiastically, earning a wide grin from her in return. She looked back in the mirror at herself once more before checking the time on her bedside clock. "You should take your hair down. Steve will be here soon."

I turned back to the mirror in front of me and grabbed my extra-hold hairspray from the dresser before frantically spritzing an ungodly amount of the sticky aerosol over the stacked rollers on my head. I fanned my hair, waiting for the spray to get tacky, before I began unraveling the bottom section of my hair from the bulky velcro rollers. As I worked through most of the rollers, Nancy's mother came up to her room with a platter in hand and rapped lightly on the opened door.

"I brought you girls a snack in case you were hungry," She said as she entered the room tentatively and held up the platter of crudité.

"Thanks, mom. You can just put it on the dresser," Nancy motioned over in my direction before going back to fluffing her hair. Mrs. Wheeler placed the platter on the dresser next to my array of makeup and rollers scattered across the surface.

"Don't you girls look lovely," She cooed at us, looking between Nancy and I with a broad simper. "Wasn't there another one of you here? Where'd she go?"

"That's a good question. Is Robin still in the bathroom?" I asked Nancy. As if on cue, Robin yelled across the house from the bathroom.

"My zipper's stuck! Goddamn it!" Robin screamed in distress.

"Good God," Nancy muttered under her breath before pushing past her mom out of the bedroom and calling back to Robin. "Coming!"

Left with just the two of us in Nancy's room now, Mrs. Wheeler and I smiled at each other silently for a moment before I went back to getting the last few rollers out from the crown of my head.

"Ow," I mumbled to myself as the last roller snagged in my tangled hair. I tried yanking it out, but it only knotted my hair more. "Of course this would happen right now."

"Oh, sweetie, let me help you," Mrs. Wheeler said, scrambling behind me before she gently took the entrapped roller from my fingers and started carefully wiggling it out of my hair. After a few seconds of struggling, she freed the roller from my hair and set it on the dresser in front of me as she began twirling the now messed up curl between her fingers. "Here, hand me that comb."

"Thank you, Mrs. Wheeler," I said as I handed her my comb over my shoulder.

"Call me Karen," She said sweetly, smiling faintly at me in the reflection in the mirror as she began working on the knot in the back of my hair. "I remember getting ready for my homecoming dance when I was your age. Oh boy, was I excited. And nervous. My first date with Nancy and Michael's father was that night, actually. I nearly collapsed from how anxious I was." She chuckled as she set down the comb and picked up one of the glittery hairpins from Nancy's vanity dish and began pinning my hair back to conceal the ruined curl. "Are you going with anyone special tonight?"