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"Welcome to my lovely home!"
He threw his hands up and twirled. He then darted, quickly throwing something that I had yet to see, out of the picture. "Don't mind the mess..." he awkwardly chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.
"It's fine." I hummed, looking around the trailer, "It's cozy." "Glad you think so." He began walking towards a room. I stood near the entrance, not sure whether to follow or to wait. "Don't start getting shy on me now sweetheart." He cackled after hearing me scoff. "Me, shy? You wish Munson." I followed behind him, entering his small bedroom. The place was a mess for sure, but in a comforting, fascinating way.
"This beauty is my prized possession." He grabbed the electric guitar by its neck and lifted it up; the sun beaming down on it like it was crafted from the heavens itself. "Sweet." I slowly nodded my head, looking over the shiny, sleek, red cheetah-printed guitar.
He gave it a small kiss before putting it back on its stand. He then walked around the room, rummaging through his junk. "Hmm- wait here."
"Where else would I go?" I muttered to myself. My eyes followed his figure as he left the room.
I looked around the disorganized room, closely observing the little things. He had a picture frame from like ages ago. His head was buzzed and I couldn't imagine that being Eddie, but it totally was.
"What are you looking at?" I chuckled a little, picking up the frame and showing him. "Little Eddie." I cooed. He dramatically groaned, dragging his hands down his face. "Ugh! Put that monstrosity away. I should've tossed it years ago."
"But it's so cute!" I giggled, slightly shoving the photo in his face. He groaned, trying to run away from me. Deciding that I did enough teasing, I put the frame back where I found it and plopped on his bed.
"So, whatcha got?" I asked him. He opened his hand, revealing a bag of blunts. "The strongest babies I got." He shook the bag around and I hummed, slowly nodding my head.
"You sure you want these?" He looked at me a tad uneasy. "Positive," I whipped out the $20 I had stashed in my bra and held it out in between my pointer and middle finger.
"As much as I'd love to take your boob bill, it's on the house for you doll." He winked at me, tossing me the mini bag. I cocked a brow, watching as he plopped on the bed beside me, confused. "Why?" "Mm... think of it as an I owe you." He smirked, covering his eyes with his arm. I rummaged through my bag, retrieving my worn out lighter.
"Can I light in here?" "Only if you let me hit." After lighting my blunt and taking a puff, I passed it to Eddie who took a large inhale and blew it out.
"And what would I have to give in return?" I asked, getting back the blunt. "It's nothing crazy like your virginity or anything."
"Who said I was a virgin?" I glanced at him as I took a hit, letting the essence make its way through my system. He quickly sat up in slight disbelief. "Oh, you're a dirty girl!" I rolled my eyes, "Oh please."
"But I'm curious Munson." "About what?" "About you... what do you want from me? There's now way you'd take me to your house and give me free cannabis-well, unless this is what you do to get girls."
"I'm flattered you think I do. But surprise surprise! All the girls avoid me." "Mm, I wonder why." I gave him a side eye, seeing a shocked expression on his face. "Kidding." I lightly laughed, handing him the blunt.
"To answer your question... I wanna get to know you. Is that too much to ask for?" I laid my head against the wall and hummed, pondering on his request.
I then put out the blunt, putting it back in the bag. I don't know if it was the cannabis finally hitting or my subconscious secretly liking him...
I looked at Eddie who was staring off at the ceiling as the weed was starting to kick in.
"My favorite color is pink, I'm an only child, I like cookie dough ice cream, I love Micheal Jackson, and my biggest pet peeve is loud chewing." I looked at him to see him already staring at me. A small smile began creeping up on his face.
I rummaged through my bag and got a marker, popping the cap and grabbing his arm. I wrote my number on his arm, glancing up at him as I did.
"You know what else I'd like?" He said, leaning in-his eyes, lingering on my lips. My eyes flickered down to his lips, in response, "What?" "A kiss." He licked his lips, biting his lower lip to conceal his grin. I leaned in towards his face and held his jaw, watching as he closed his eyes and waited. "In your dreams Munson." I whispered, closely to his lips. I pulled back and walked out of his room.
No doubt I wanted to kiss him, but I was gonna make him work for it. "Oh, I will!"
He got up from his bed, quickly following behind me so he could take me to his stupid dnd game.
