Hands Down (eddie x chrissy)

Six.

Chrissy tiptoed up the stairs after closing the back door behind her.  Luckily, her house was a newer build which made sneaking in and out fairly easy.  No old creaking floor boards or squeaky door hinges.  She carefully turned her bedroom door knob and stepped in.  Success.  She exhaled as she closed it silently.  She was giddy as she jumped onto her bed.  Her hands trembling and her heart still racing after that passionate kiss.  She slipped out of her clothes and into some silk pajamas.  She eyed the worn leather jacket resting on her comforter.  She picked it up and held it under her nose.  Leather, cigarettes and cologne. Eddie. She laid down on her bed and wrapped herself up.  She used Eddie's jacket as a blanket that night.

*

Eddie bounded through his front door not as gracefully.  He was hyper, excited and loud.  No need to be quiet when he was home alone.  He headed back to his bedroom and fell back onto his mattress after kicking off his shoes.  He stared at the ceiling with a big dumb goofy smile on his face.  He rolled over onto his pillow and pulled the sheet up over him. He could still smell her as if she never left.  His thoughts were racing.

Chrissy Cunningham.  I need to see her again.  Monday! Oh shiiit... it's spring fucking break. I never got her number. Fuck!

*

The days dragged on painfully slow.  Normally he would enjoy every day off school he had as it was the last place he ever wanted to be.  That was until Chrissy Cunningham decided to enter his life. 

It was Wednesday.  The night before was a late one.  He had his weekly show at the Hideout.  They even drew a decent crowd.  With schools out this week, more people were willing to see the local rock band on a week night.  After the show, the gang celebrated a successful show with (one too many) beers and pot.  It was becoming a tradition at this point.  Gareth dropped him off at Forest Hills Trailer park sometime past 4 in the morning.

It wasn't long before the sun beamed in through the slit in the make-shift curtain that covered his window.  Suddenly, he awoke to the loud annoying sound of the phone ringing next to his bed.  He opened one eye and reached for the receiver on his bedside table.  He brought the phone to his ear and shoved his face back down into his pillow. 

"MmWhuaat?" He muffled out.  Silence on the other end.  "Hello?" He said a bit more clearly. Nothing. Could it be...? He lifted his head up slightly. "...Chrissy?"

"What!? No? Are you still drunk from last night?" Dustin Henderson was on the other end of the line.

Eddie's face fell back into his pillow. "Ughhh.... Whatdoyawant Henderson?" His voice back to groggy again.

"Dude wake up. It's almost noon"

"No."

"Eddie!  I'm collecting my debt today."

"Huh?"

"My repayment."

"Your what...?"

"Dude!  You owe me a favor and I'm collecting it.  Today. Now. Get your ass up."

"Dustin! The fuck you talking about?  I don't owe you shit!" Eddie was tired, hung over and annoyed.

Dustin cleared his throat. "Need I remind you about the time MY girlfriend hacked into the school's computer system and changed 3 of your grades last semester?"

Eddie scrunched his face.  It all came flooding back to him.  He promised he would pay his younger friend back someday, somehow. He sat up from his bed and rub his eyes and groaned.  "Fuuuuuck..."

Dustin smiled on the other line. "Yup that's right! Now get up and come get me.  I need you to take me to the mall."

"Oh come on, man!  Not the mall.... Anywhere but the mall!"