Change Is Coming || Eddie Munson

Hide and Seek

No TW, just extreme pining and angst.

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Three days had passed, each day you stood at your front window from 6:40 to 6:45, hoping to catch a glimpse of movement from the house across the street. No such luck, no lanky boy came sprinting from the door to disappear into the woods. Three days had passed and there was no sightings of the stranger looming just to the side of his home as you arrived at your own. It must've been a one off occurrence. The only sign that there was life behind that closed door, was the sound of a guitar playing, drifting out of a forever cracked open window on the far side of his home. Along with the beautiful sounds of music, you thought you'd smelled a faint scent of weed, not that you were paying attention of course.

You'd made no mention of the encounter to your only acquaintance, friend?, Danny. Although he did catch your attention when a call came in, straining to listen as you poured a beer on tap. " Something something in a month, something something glad you hear it, something something, drop me a set list. " The only sign of the caller's identity was a devious smirk on Danny's face. It seemed as though this call had set off a new routine, a change for your neighbor.

For the first time in 3 months, you arrived home around midnight to see the formerly stationary van had left its parking spot. Curious as you were, it would've been creepy to sit on your porch and take a short rest, pointed in the direction of the trailer park entrance... right? Even so, you found yourself seated on the porch swing. The October air filling your lungs with the chill of the night.

The wind soon forced you inside, with a sigh you kicked off your shoes and made your way to the shower. The warm water washing away the shiver that had settled in your spine. Scalding water stripping you of the oil and sweat accumulated at work, the smell of peanuts, and beer faintly wafting from your now wet hair. The scent seemed to never fully leave your designated work clothes, you'd realized that after wearing a nice dress to a particularly busy night of bar tending. You vowed then and there to never wear an item of clothing you cared for behind the bar again.

Your vanilla and coconut conditioner smoothing out the long locks of your hair as you finger combed through the knots that gathered at the nape of your neck. Once you'd rinsed all of your smell good products from your skin, you let the water burn you as you stood beneath the low pressured stream from the shower head. Letting the bathroom steam up before finally exiting the shower, the room warm enough to escape the goosebumps that often snuck up on you after showering.

The light above the sink cast a yellow glow on your dripping skin, beads of water cascading down, rolling off onto the bath mat. Grabbing two towels, a large fluffy one to wrap around your middle and a smaller one, fuzzy and stretchy, made just for drying frizz prone hair. Looking at yourself in the mirror as you towel dry your hair, turning the radio up just a tad, so you could still hear it when you began to blow dry your locks. Completely unaware of the van now parked across the street, 1:00 am. Your hair still wrapped in a towel, you leaned on the vanity to get closer to the mirror, doing your night time skin care routine. Checking your nails quickly, deciding to worry about fixing them up tomorrow, the tiredness beginning to set in. You quickly brush your teeth, gargle the minty burn of the mouth wash and begin to blow dry.

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Band practice had been a blast, Eddie hasn't smiled that much in ages. His band mates catching up, and filling him in on the going's on of their own lives. Grant had given a call to the local bar, letting the owner know that Eddie was home and they'd be ready to restart their weekly gig at the bar in about a month.

Giddy with pride at the success of his practice, learning a new song Jeff had written with ease. Despite his long break, the few at home practices he'd done had gotten him back in the groove. An uncharacteristic group hug had been the signal for the night to end, his friends clapping him on the back and mussing up his hair. He left Gareth's garage with happiness plastered to his cheeks. He'd be alright.