the trailer park / eddie munson

Chapter 28 - Tombstone Records

Your fingers nervously drum on the counter top in front of you, your eyes are pinned on Eddie's sigil ring you're wearing on your ring finger. A hand with emerald green painted nails slams down on yours, you gasp and look up at Robin, who's annoyed eyes stare at you. "Could you please stop?", she mumbles through her teeth, "You're stressing me out". "I can't, Robs. Fuck, I'm so nervous", you groan and look up to the ceiling of the bar, while taking a hectic drag from your cigarette. "Okay", she sighs and looks over your shoulder, "We need an emergency tequila for this nervous wreck". John, your colleague who's working behind the counter, chuckles and pours two shots for you. Robin hands you one. The alcohol warms your belly and mixes with the nicotine in your blood circle, you feel your mind slowly calming down. "Thanks", you mumble, while playing with Eddie's ring. She hands you the second one as well, winking at you. You chuckle and down it too, trying to not make a face. "Good girl", she proudly smirks at you and rubs your back. "It's almost 8:00, I'll be outside with the others, okay?". You nod and watch her standing up from her bar stool and walking up to the front door. She turns around to you, her fingers crossed for you to see, before heading out the bar.

It's Saturday. The Saturday.

Eddie left your trailer hours ago to meet Trevor and his boss and find out whether they're offering them a record deal at Tombstone Records, or not. If Robin already calls you a nervous wreck, she would've been shocked by Eddie this morning. He wasn't able to sleep, he tossed and turned in your bed next to you, tried to calm down and get some rest, but his thoughts were racing in his head, making it impossible for him to sleep. Nothing worked, so he eventually got up to not accidentally wake you, and quickly grabbed some clothes from the floor before sneaking out of your bedroom and quietly closing the door. And since he didn't know what else to do to calm his nerves, he did what he always had done when the world was just too much for him - he went outside and visited his old safe space. The roof of Wayne's trailer.
An hour later, you woke up in your bed because you couldn't feel him next to you. With closed eyes, you moved your arm over the mattress, searching for his comforting warmth to lull you in again. Confused by his absence, you opened your eyes and listened for any signs of him maybe just using the bathroom, but you heard absolutely nothing. You sat up and looked around, your eyes noticed his acoustic guitar was missing at your wall next to the bed and his joggers, which he carelessly dropped next to the drawer before he went to bed that night, were gone too. "Eddie?", you called sleepily, but your call remained unanswered. You sighed and stood up, grabbed one of his hoodies and put it over the thin shirt you were sleeping in, before you headed to the living room and kitchen area. No sight of him. As you walked past an opened window, the quiet sound of a guitar being played in the distance caught your attention. Eddie. You immediately knew where to find him. After you left your trailer, with your hair messy from sleeping, not wearing a bra or pants and tired as hell, you followed the sound of Eddies guitar and the familiar scent of marijuana, that led you to Wayne's trailer. Just like the night Eddie had shown you his favorite place for the first time, the old ladder was leaned against the backside of the trailer. You remembered what Eddie told you about being on this roof, how he managed to flee the world when being up there. Carefully, you climbed up the rungs and stopped, when your eyes fell on Eddie, sat on the roof with crossed legs and his back turned to you. His hands were quietly picking on the strings of his guitar, he had his head softly tilted and a joint between his lips. The sky above him was covered in a light blueish tone, the glow of dawn was intensifying with every soft tone his fingers lured from the instrument in his hands. You carefully climbed on the roof, he noticed you but didn't turn around. "Hey", you whispered, as you sat down next to him with your legs pulled up against your chest, "you alright?". He looked at you with tired eyes and sighed, "Can't sleep, didn't wanna wake you". "Nervous, mh?". "That doesn't even approximately describe how I'm feeling right now", he mumbled, his finger nervously scratched over the back of his hand. "What's on your mind?", you asked softly, your hand tenderly rubbed over his back. "I'm scared", he whispered, his eyes pinned on his hands, "I'm scared they'll decide against us. And I'm scared they'll decide to work with us". Your hand slowly rubbed up and down his tensed back, "It's okay to be scared, baby". He lightly shook his head, "This is just the beginning, what if they really decide to work with us and everyone else hates our music? What if the records won't sell?". It hurt seeing him like this, sunk down, with hanging shoulders and so anxious. You sighed and slid your arm around him, your other hand grabbed his chin and forced him to look at you. "I'm here for you, my love. And I understand you, really, I do", your thumb slowly caressed his stubbly chin as you softly spoke to him, "But you need to believe in yourself, and the band. How is Trevor, or his boss, or the crowd that one day stands in front of you supposed to believe in you, if not even you do it yourself?". His big eyes looked at you, almost puppy-like, when he slowly started to nod. "You're right". With a cheeky grin you scoffed playfully, "I know, I always am". The tiny chuckle you tickled from him started a warmth in your chest, his gaze softened. He got back up on his feet and helped you up as well, he pulled you in his arms and softly kissed you. "Thank you", he whispered against your lips.
Back in your trailer, you both went back to bed. He yawned quietly and sighed, your arms were wrapped around him as you pulled him on your chest. And with his head laid on your boobs, your heartbeat right under his ear and your fingers in his hair, he finally found some sleep. "I will always believe in you, Eddie. No matter what", you soothingly whispered into his hair, before your eyes shut as well and a dreamless sleep surrounded you. When Eddie's alarm went off three hours later, you both winced and groaned tiredly. His hand slammed down on the alarm clock next to you, he sighed and buried his face back in your boobs. "I wanna stay here", his muffled mumble drew a smirk on your face. You kissed his head and moved, he rolled down from you and rubbed his tired eyes with both hands. He grumbled and groaned when you finally got him to stand up, and after he took a cold shower and got dressed, he sat down at the kitchen counter, where he was nervously biting his nails while staring at the counter top. "Here", you placed a big cup of coffee in front of him, together with a bowl of honeycomb cereal, his favorite. "I'm not hungry". "And I don't care. You need to eat something", you looked at him with daring eyes.