Dirty Little Secret| Eddie Munson x Reader

Wait

Y/N's POV
Sunday, October 27th, 1985.

Smooth jazz faintly played overhead as I ambled through the horror section of Family Video. Since he was wildly hungover from the night before, Eddie and I decided to have a cozy day at home watching Halloween movies. I was still trying to convince him on the idea of adding pumpkin carving to the night's itinerary of activities, which was proving to be an impossible feat, as he continuously insisted the slimy innards skeeve him out too much. I hadn't given up hope just yet, however, having methods of getting my way that I was no longer above and would gladly employ if necessary. I skimmed my finger across the plastic spines on the top shelf until I landed on the Halloween series and scooped the entire trilogy into my arms. I held the small stack of tapes against my chest, sandwiching them between my palms as I made my way up to the front counter, where Robin sat, her forehead resting on the tabletop and eyes lulling closed.

"Slow day?" I asked as I slid the tapes onto the counter beside Robin's slumped head.

"Slowest ever," She grumbled as she pushed herself up into a sitting position and began ringing up the tapes. "I don't even know why we're still open at this rate."

"I'm sure if you brought up the idea to Keith, he wouldn't be against closing early," I jibed, earning a lazy smile from Robin in response. Her eyes trailed from my face for a second, glancing behind me and out the windows, at which she furrowed her eyebrows.

"Hey, did you come here with him?" She asked, pointing to something in the parking lot with one of the tapes in her hand. I peeked over my shoulder to see Eddie leaned against his van, smoking a cigarette as he stared back at Robin and I. A nervous sweat drenched my palms and I wiped them on the front of my jeans.

"Uh, no," I lied, shoving my hands in my pockets to conceal the fact that they were trembling.

"Hm," Robin hummed contemplatively.

"What?" I asked, whipping my head back around to face her.

"Oh, nothing," She said with an unconvincing smile, shaking her head as she bagged up the tapes. "Anyways, that'll be nine bucks."

"Y'know, Steve never makes me pay whenever he checks me out," I pointed out.

"I'm not making you pay either. I just know that Keith is always listening," Robin whispered, cocking an eyebrow as she tapped her finger against her temple. My eyebrows shot up and my mouth formed into an 'o' shape, nodding as I took the plastic bag from her.

"Oh, I see. Pleasure doing business with you," I said, saluting her jokingly. I tried to keep a casual composure as I waved goodbye to her, though on the inside, I was an anxious mess. I walked out of the video store, the crisp air nipping at my flushed cheeks as I walked straight past Eddie and his van towards the road.

"Where are you going?" Eddie asked, pushing himself off his van as he scrambled to follow me.

"You need to rent something," I said, my back still turned to him in attempt to look like I wasn't talking to him in case Robin was still watching.

"Slow down," Eddie said, grabbing my arm and twirling me around to face him. "What's going on?"

"Robin saw you and thinks I came here with you, so I need you to rent something and then pick me up across the street," I quickly rambled out, Eddie's face contorting in apprehension. "Please."

"Shit, okay," He breathed, releasing my arm before heading back towards the video store. My nerves were still rattled as I made my way across the narrow street to the small, run down shops on the other side. Shortly after, I saw Eddie's frame, tiny from where I was standing, make its way out of the store into his van. My eyes tracked the rickety vehicle as it inched out of the vacant plaza across the street and pulled into the lot where I stood, stopping a few feet in front of me. He put the van in park, staring blankly at me as I yanked the passenger side open and slid into my usual seat. He said nothing to me as he tossed the copy of Rocky III he'd rented onto my lap.