Converse | Eddie Munson x OC x Billy Hargrove

Chapter 1

Steve and I had rolled up to the party fashionably late. It was how we liked to do it, if at all. I'd always sort of enjoyed parties- there was a chaotic, exhilarating energy in the air, as well as a pungency you couldn't find any other place. He was fitted with an overly confident grin and a pair of sunglasses in the dimness of the night. I was clad in leather and floral, my heels too high to get very far in at all. We both came off as interesting and cool from afar, but up close, our decisions were lackadaisical. I think we had both given up on grooming to the extent that populars had.

I wasn't too much younger than my brother, and we got along extremely well given that the rest of our family couldn't care less about one anothers' well-being. Maybe it was that which bonded us so closely- we were all the other had. And it wasn't like we were very different. I did see him as sort of the dopey one. He put his foot in his mouth pretty often, whereas I was pretty concerned with my grades and what others thought of me. He simply took what came to him and let the rest fly by. Well, before Nancy, that was. After that whole affair, a whole new Steve had come to exist. He was subtly shifting into a healthier mixture of responsibility and aloofness.

You couldn't tell, what with the alcohol now flowing through his blood. He seemed just as nonchalant as prior to the events from the year before.

I, on the other hand, was wandering. You could get away with a lot at these parties. I knew someone who was collecting utensils from each one, set to get a full collection by the end of the school year. My pick of the litter was secrets. They were everywhere, if you knew how to look. I was one for digging into the depths of the home, really getting to it's core- and spreading as much as I could around, to stir the pot. I loved to watch my classmates run around wild, completely unaware if I had gained some new incredible knowledge or if I'd entirely made it up. The best of it I usually kept to myself, but I knew a good deal about most of the student body at this point. As much as one could remember of so many people.

Fizzy drink of some sort in one hand, discarded heels in the other, I was making laps around the upper hallway. Each family photo revealed a new depth to me about the Cunninghams, tonight's party host. Chrissy, for one, never smiled with her teeth in photos with her mom. She seemed much more authentic in family photos and there were none of just her. That wasn't the type of secret I liked spreading around, but was one I would tuck away for later, for general knowledge. Now, to find the medicine cabinet.

I almost rounded a corner before I caught myself, and my drink, sipping it as quietly as possible to keep it from projecting into the air. A hushed development was unfolding just about four feet away, between two interesting subjects. Aaron Brandt, a pretty gifted soccer player, was accepting little white pills from the pocket of Eddie Munson, the metalhead who shouted all lunch long.

"Try and only take one at a time, alright buddy?" Eddie's pinched smile was not inviting. This seemed like a stressful arrangement for him.

Slurring, Aaron stumbled a bit and waved Eddie off. "I pay you. You bring me my shit. Don't tell me what to do with it,"

Eddie pressed his hands together in at attempt at patient annoyance. "Yes, but my name is also attached to how you get your shit, so don't end up dead, got it?"

Aaron grunted lowly and shoved past Eddie, the point missing it's target. I made haste in clambering out from around the corner before he could catch me standing idly. I ran into him purposefully, my drink somehow only soaking his outfit and not my own. Crazy how that happens, what luck. The two pairs of eyes can be felt roaming my figure like needy hands, and I suddenly feel claustrophobic. I scrunch under their gaze.

"Uh, I gotta take a piss," I slur exaggeratedly, hoping it's enough to make me seem harmless.

Aaron takes the bait and only sighs, futiley dabbing at his new stain and brushing past me without a care. Eddie, however, moves to my side as I stumble closer. Aw, the gentleman.