latent love [eddie munson]

020

Emily's POV

I pull out my phone and scroll to the notes app. Picking the note where my list lives.

2023 Goals
○ Make a friend
● Cut my hair
○ Start a YouTube channel
○ Nose piercing
○ Have my first REAL kiss
○ Have my first boyfriend
○ Go to a party?
○ Drink? Get drunk...
○ Smoke weed...
○ Graduate
○ be happy

I watch as Eddie scans over the list, "You can cross one off."

"Which one?"

"You've made a friend." He smiles and I can't help but frown. Is this way of saying we're just friends?

"That's true." I check it off.

"I can help you with a few of those."

"Which ones?" I ask eager to know which's ones he could complete.

"I could get you drunk, high and I'm sure I could get you into a party."

"Really?"

"Yeah those are easy. If you want I can go grab a needle pierce your nose, right here right now." He smiles. I can't tell if he's joking or not.

"Yeah we're not gonna do that." I laugh, he looks disappointed.

"I pierced my own ears." He says proudly.

"Good for you." I laugh even harder.

"Fine be like that you can accomplish the rest on your own."  Yeah, you've made that very apparent.

"I will."

"I believe you."

"Don't patronize me, I shouldn't of shown you." I say turning my phone off so Eddie can't see it anymore.

"I'm being serious, you should have no problem checking everything off that list."

"I guess. My turn, what do you do for fun?" I ask changing the subject to him.

"Literally nothing. I get high and play with my band."

"You have a band?"

"Yeah we're called Corroded Coffin."

"Do you guys have shows?" I ask confused when he says he has a "band."

"Sometimes, my uncle convinced some bar to let us play once a week. We practice a couple times a week." He explains.

"That's so cool, I wanna hear y'all."

"No."

"What? Why not?" I whine.

"Cause we're bad."

"Obviously not that bad if this bar lets y'all play. What do you play?"

"Guitar."

"Can I see?" I ask.

"Maybe some day."

"You're turn to ask me something." I say trying not to press the issue cause obviously he feels some type of way about it.

"What do you want to do when your older?"

"I have no idea. I've never put much thought into, never thought I'd make it this long." I admit, "What about you?"

"Music hopefully if not probably work for Wayne at his mechanic shop. He say one day it'll be mine if thats what I want."

"Is that what you want?" I ask.

"No I want to make music and play shows all over the world." He starts air shredding an imaginary guitar. I laugh at how silly he looks.

"Have you tried posting videos of you guys online?"