Eddie Munson: 2023

Episode 7: History

A whole month spent working and going over classes for my GED. An early friday morning at the end of October and even though I hate the sound of my seven in the morning alarm I still ended up shifti ng and making my way off of the couch. I've tired hard in the past month to completely and utterly ignore what happened at Steve and Robins, but some things are hard to ignore. I make me way towards the back of the trailer the bathroom empty and ready for someone to turn on the lights. Taking the morning slow.

Getting ready for work is probably the easiest thing I done since getting here. School was hard and working my mind at night while all day I thought of Lilly and the cars that needed to be finish before the end of the day. Lilly was all I could think about, and what Steve and Robin had said when they stopped by to annoy me with their stupid comments on my growing relationship with Lilly. The longer I stay with Lilly the more I realize just how much I know I'm falling for her. I turn on the kitchen light.

The sun isn't even up, and as much as i hated waking up for school at six thirty in the morning. This is something I don't mind doing everyday. I like waking up and brewing two cups of coffee for Lilly and I, making breakfast for the both of us. I make breakfast almost every single morning, Lilly days don't start until later in the morning. She sleeps as I make myself a cup of coffee and sip it while I make breakfast. This morning is no different, pancakes, eggs, bacon, toast bring down a cup for her to use.

Doubles of everything litters my own plpates as hers gets wrapped in some allium foil and get's put into the microwave, and she knows the drill. Her coffee sits in the pot waiting to be used until the morning sun is a little higher in the sky. I move my plate and cup towards the kitchen table taking the little bit of time I have left to work on some much needed english. I sip at my coffee and read through the problems shoving my face full of maple syrup pancakes. Eggs and bacon splatter and fall to the table.

I start to hear shuffling, but I know that she's not up yet to early still for sleeping beauty to be up and smelling fresh coffee, so I take the few moments I have left to do something special. The longer I think about Lilly the more I realize just how much I've started to care about her, and that's honestly hard for me to understand or even form into words that would makes sense. I put my empty plate into the sink and gather a pen and a few index cards. Chewing on the cap. How to express myself.

The words aren't clear in my head, so I shuffle through my papers on the kitchen table and bounce my knee. I think about how much I enjoy spending time with her. I think about how beautiful she is, how whenever I see her my heart does summersaults in my chest. I chew at my lip and then something comes to mind. The reason why I enjoy her company, the reason why her beautiful makes me wanna run and hide is because I'm in love with her. I love her and it's funny how you realize the simplest of things.

I grab the pen and a pink index card. The first time I write the pen is shitty and the ink isn't fully there on the card. I grubble and crumble the card before throwing it towards the trash can. I use a piece of scratch paper and make sure for the second time that the pen is in working order, this time it is. I use a different index card this time it's a vibrant blue color. "It's been forever that it feels I've known you. I felt that it's now or never, so I say I love you."

My handwriting it sub par at best. Letters going from cursive to normal letters. The words are choppy in some places due to my own hand, or the pen I'm not sure I can tell. I stare at the blue index card, thinking for only a few seconds. I could be late just one day, the old man wouldn't get to mad. I think about where I should put her note, and her laptop sits infront of me. I slip it into the middle between the screen and keyboard. I grab my cup and go for another cup of coffee.

Before I go knock on Lilly's door, I grab a coffee cup and fill it to the brim with sugar and coffee creamer and grab Lilly's plate from the microwave. "Now or never." I mutter the words to myself as I walk towards her closed door. I knock once and a second time, the third time Lilly is mumbling nonsense through the door. But one phrase is clear. "Come in." I smile at her soft morning voice. "I brought coffee and mostly fresh breakfast for ya." I stand in the doorway. I haven't looked at anything other then the plate.