Beauty & The Freak || Eddie Munson

Chapter 25

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Hung on the edge of my bedroom door, the reflection of the satin pink dress kept catching my eye in the mirror. Robin sat next to me, both of our make-up collected spread out across my desk as we picked out what products to use.

My mom was in the bathroom, gathering all the styling tools she needed for our hair. Robin's mom was rushing to get last-minute accessories while we got ready. I didn't think about what I would wear or how I would style my hair. Thank God for mom being able to alter her own dress from prom into a style that was more fitting for me.

I hadn't even thought about the nervous feelings that were creeping up on me while we pressed powder to our noses. I have never been to a dance. The daddy-daughter dances at church hardly count. Nervously, I bounced my leg.

"Nervous?" Robin caught on.

"Yeah. What if Eddie doesn't like my dress? What if his tux doesn't match?" I thought.

"Eddie will not wear a tux," Robin laughed. "So you probably 't have to worry about that. As for liking your dress, Eddie will not care what it looks like because his only answer should be that you look beautiful in everything you wear."

"True," I giggled. "I think our makeup looks fine. Let's go get our hair done."

I let Robin go first so I could calm my nerves. Mom knows what to do with our hair. It felt like time was slowly passing. My mind was begging to know how handsome Eddie looked tonight.

I had never considered going to prom. I should have been more excited. I tapped my fingers on the counter, watching mom style Robin's hair in soft curls. I wanted my hair partially pinned up, and mom would figure out the rest when it was my turn.

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I nearly jumped out of my seat when I heard the knocks on the front door. Eddie and Steve were early, and all of my nerves settled in my throat. I felt like I was being held by my neck.

Our plan was to have dad usher the boys into the living room, keeping their backs facing away from my bedroom. Robin and I glanced at each other with playful smiles, waiting for Abel to give us our cue. He thought it was outstanding. He was giving us a secret signal to enter the room when the boys were ready.

I let out a shaky breath as we entered the living room. The boys stood with their backs still turned to us. So many thoughts were rushing through my head as dad gave them a nod. They both slowly turned, and it felt like time had completely stopped. It felt like we were inside a time capsule. A memory etched into my brain.

Robin was right. Eddie dressed differently. I would have liked to see that. It was more suited to his style. fantastic on him I thought I might start drooling. He dressed in a pair of black jeans that were ripped at the knees, a black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the hem tucked into his jeans, a pink tie around his neck, and a pair of black heavy boots. A chain hung from the side of his jeans, looped to two different belt loops.

His hair wasn't in its usually frizzy mess, but it was still resting on his shoulders with slightly more defined curls. For once, I think he actually put some product in it. A slow smile formed our lips, and I was almost positive that the natural blushing of my cheeks was putting the fake blush to shame.

The way Eddie stared at me with that goofy, yet proud smile of his washing over his lips, and the gloss of his eyes as he admired the sight, was enough to settle the nerves almost instantly. Dad clearing his throat drew us all from the moment and brought me back to reality.