𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐈𝐒𝐇// 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐗𝐎𝐂

𝐱𝐥𝐯. ✭ 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑

DECEMBER 31, 1985; CHRISSY
11:45 - 11:52 p.m.

"And I don't have one anymore so...I'm all alone." My admission was pulled from my lips, torn from my body. It surprised me, my eyes widening at my own transparency.

Why would I say that?
Why...?
Oh, gosh, now he's looking at me all funny.
Even Eddie Munson, the weird kid, thinks that I'm freaking pathetic.

"No, you're not." Eddie's remark made me tilt my chin up. I tilted my head to the side at his sudden words. "I'm here." Bangs framing the tall boy in my vision, I finally looked at him. Really looked at him. "Jason's an idiot by the way. I don't blame you for breaking it off. He didn't deserve a Chrissy."

I didn't speak. I couldn't. He had left me speechless. For the first time all night, I didn't feel horrible. For the first time in a long time, someone had shown me kindness.

While my tongue lay flat against the roof of my mouth, I permitted my eyes to do the talking. They combed across Eddie. The certain blindness I had for him was cured.

His face was quite nice, sort of lovely if I really thought about it. He had a fringe just like I did, only his was choppier and looked like he had cut it himself. Most of all I noticed his eyes. They were the shade of smooth acorns, the kind I would collect when I was little.

Nostalgia intoxicated me, pulling me into a drunken, warm state. Something that the apple cider I had been sipping on earlier in the evening never could've accomplished.

His eyes reminded me of the soil I would play in as a child, they glimmered to the color of amber when they caught the light. Amber like the malt my dad would pour into his glass after a long day of work.

Then, in my enchanted gawking, it hit me. Eddie Munson was really, really, damn nice. Excuse my language.

I needed a little bit of tenderness. Just enough so that I could plant it in a garden. Kindness would root itself, making me feel warm. I would nurse the feeling into fruition and that's exactly what I set out to do.

Sprigs of green hung above us. It was almost too perfect. Everything felt so destined like it was meant to happen. Even though Eddie was more of a stranger, he felt like a friend. Someone I hadn't had in a very long time.

"Mistletoe." A word finally spilled off of my tongue, dripping like strands of gossamer silk. I wanted to be closer. To be near this not-so-stranger. "You know they say it's bad luck if you don't...well, you know."

"Huh?" Eddie was saying something but I couldn't hear it. His voice sounded gurgly as if he had been submerged under water. "What? Wait-"

I reached up, not a single thought in my head. A freeing feeling filled me. I wanted nothing more than to soar. My arms hugged around his neck, drawing him to me.

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I kissed Eddie Munson. The strange boy whose loudness took up every space. It was a chaste kiss. One that washed over me with heat. I set out to retrieve Eddie's kindness, lips flush against his. His arms hung heavy at his sides. It was only when I realized that he wasn't kissing back that the implications of what I had done slammed into me.