Change Is Coming || Eddie Munson

Fright Night

CW: female masturbation

You found Eddie's note upon arrival at home, the blush that stained your cheeks was so hot you could feel it radiating from your flesh as you brought your hand up to push your hair back. Considering how late it was, you decided that tomorrow would be the best time to figure out your next move, seeing this as a game of chess would be the easiest way to win him over. With the pawns in place it shouldn't be too hard to follow up with a perfectly strategic bishop, a slow diagonal approach.

After showering you lay on your bed, chewing the skin of your finger, concentrating on your options. Your first step would be to stay up, until 3:00 am, to see what or who has been scaring you awake at night.

His van was parked in its usual spot, the time was 2:00 am sharp. A light flicked on in what you assume is the living room of the house you so intensely watched. Your breath catching as the light switched off and the door opened. Eddie popped his head out, surveying the surroundings before stepping out, a large jacket in his arms, not locking the door behind him. He trotted off toward the woods behind the trailer park. Thankful for the streetlight shining just enough light for you to see him enter the tree line.

A devilish idea bloomed in your mind, what if, you wandered over, and just popped in. A quick look about, no big deal right? It took Eddie almost 4 minutes to walk across the field, so you had at the very least 4 minutes to snoop. You sat a timer on your watch for 3 minutes. A quick in and out, giving you a minute for a safety net.

You race to the door, creaking it open slowly, flashlight in hand as you sprint at full speed over to his house. Using your sweatshirt sleeve to turn the handle. The smell hitting your nose was a heavenly mixture of leather, allspice and clean laundry. Despite his looks he kept an extremely tidy home. The linoleum floor crackled as you walked across it, shining the flashlight down the hall, the beam of light glinting off a gorgeous guitar. Not daring to step farther into his room you glance about, eyes darting all over, his room was packed. Books on the shelf, cassettes, a massive radio with speakers, posters and banners covering the walls. A neatly made bed, complete with a stuffed pig wearing a leather jacket resting on the pillow. It was adorable, beautiful, fully encompassing exactly what you expected to find behind his bad boy exterior.

Glancing down at your watch you see that your 3 minutes are almost over. You click off the timer and make a break for the door, heart pounding as you stepped out into the night air. Feet flying, pounding the wooden steps of your porch before you sealed yourself safely inside your home.

Once again you lay in bed, the reality of what you have just done settling in. What the fuck is wrong with you? You just broke into his house!
"Ungh oh my god!" You clamped your hands over your face in shame, feeling tears prick your eyes.

"Jesus fuck, why did I do that?" Pounding your forehead with both fists. Pulling yourself up on your elbows with a groan you move to kick off your house shoes, pushing one off with the opposite foot. Face paling in horror as you realize your left shoe is missing it's bunny tail pompom.

"Shit! Oh shit, shishitshitshit." You frantically scrambled to the bedroom window wildly searching the expanse between your house and his, fingers bowing the blinds as you pull them apart. You see it, white and fluffy, caught between a crack in the wood on his porch steps. It must've snagged and ripped off during your escape. Your hands wringing in panic, breaking into a sweat as you feel pin pricks on the back of your neck and in your underarms. You pace back and forth, rapidly spinning on your heels from one side of your room to the other.

Checking your watch you see that almost 45 minutes have passed since you left his home. He would be back anytime now if your theory was correct.

Unfortunately for you, it was. As you glued yourself to the widow, blinds spread as far apart as possible, you see him. The jacket he carried earlier was now zipped up to his neck, his head down against his chest. He stood at the corner of his home, peeking out, settling his line of sight on your front door. Staring for what seemed like minutes, but in reality was just seconds, before continuing on to his door.