One-shots and Imagines

Eddie Munson - Guitar

You were at your house, in your room.

Your brother, Dustin, was bringing home his friends, and you don't like socializing with people, so you just stayed by yourself.

You went downstairs before everybody got there.

"Hey, Dustin, I'll be in my room the whole time," you told him, "If you come in my room, I swear on your mother-"

"But she's your mother too," he added.

"You're right," you chuckled, "Just don't come into my room."

He nodded, then the doorbell rang.

You opened it.

Steve, Eddie, Lucas, and Mike were standing there.

Eddie was extremely hot, but you never had the guts to tell him that's what you thought.

He had the same insane, out-of-your-mind, lunatic spirit as you.

"I'm sorry, is Dustin-" Eddie started with a smirk.

"Dustin, your boyfriends are here!" you hollered.

"Y/n/n! They're not my-" Dustin replied, running to the door.

"Whatever you say," you laughed maniacally, doing this:

You flipped Dustin off and went up to your room, a playful smirk pulling at your face.

You sat down on your gamer chair and started doing some research on the magnetic field.

Dustin needed some information.

Within 20 minutes, you had written 10 pages on it.

You sighed, grabbed your 10 pages, and went downstairs.

"Here, Dustin," you said, not looking up from your magnetic field papers.

"What?" he asked, "We're kinda in the middle of something."

"Sorry," you said sarcastically, handing him the papers.

"What's-"

"The magnetic field. You needed information," you replied, turning around, to go up to your room.

"20 minutes?" he asked in disbelief, looking through the pages.

"What?" you shrugged, "Maybe if you were smart, you could do it too."

You laughed like a lunatic and went back to your room.

You sat down on your chair, hooked your electric guitar to the speaker, and started playing and singing "School's Out" by Alice Cooper.

Your singing voice kinda sounded like Robert Plant and Cliff Burton's singing voices combined.

Halfway through the song, you heard a knock at your door.

You stopped singing but continued playing.

You, somehow, opened the door with your right arm, since your hands were focused on your guitar.

"Dustin, I swear on your-" You stopped playing when you saw Eddie.

"Can I help you?" you asked, curious why he would come to your door.

He saw the guitar strap hanging around your shoulders, then his eyes wandered to your guitar.

"Oh, shit," he breathed, looking at your guitar.

"Pretty nice, huh?" you smirked, "Handcrafted by... never mind."

"Handcrafted by who?" he asked curiously.

"Y/n/n and William Henderson..." you said, giving him a sad smile.

"No way!" he exclaimed, pointing to the guitar, "Can I...?"

"Sure," you nodded, lifting the strap over your head and handing the guitar to him.

He played a quick, 30-second solo.

"Nice guitar," he smiled when he was done, handing it back to you.

You leaned it against your door frame.

"Hey, you wanna maybe go see a Metallic concert sometime?" he asked, smirking, "I think they're coming to Indianapolis next month."

"Are you asking me out?" you laughed.

"Depends what your response would be...?" he chortled.

"Yeah, I'll go with you, jackass," you giggled.

"Really?" He chuckled, raising his eyebrows.

"Yeah, of course," you nodded in a 'duh' sort of tone, "I get to go see my favorite band and I get to go with the hottest guy I've met, hell yeah."

You didn't mean to let the last part slip.

He pinned you against the wall.

"You think I'm hot?" he smirked, licking his lips.

You nodded.

"Well, I think you're pretty damn sexy, too," he whispered huskily.

There was a long silence before you gave him a peck on the cheek.

"What was that for?" he smirked, backing up.

"Good measure," you smiled, going back into your room, and closing the door.

You smiled like an idiot.