Converse | Eddie Munson x OC x Billy Hargrove

Chapter 11

"He's not gonna call just because you sit around all day next to the phone," Steve snarked, flicking me lightly in the head as he passed.

I jumped at the contact, slapping his hands away. I had been reading by the phone out of sheer coincidence. Today, and yesterday, and a week ago. It was New Year's eve, now. Steve had stiffened his hair rigidly, a jean jacket with studs and patches adorning his outfit. He looked perfectly prepared for the party, which I was very willing to skip on. Not because I was waiting for Eddie to call, but because I was tired of parties- maybe for good. Billy would definitely be there, and that was more than enough to keep me away. I peaked up at Steve, who was humming some dumb top 100s song, while he danced at himself in the mirror. Billy would be there, and Steve would be there. Drunk. I frowned.

The phone's shrill ring echoed throughout the house, and I gasped. I fumbled, pulling it from the receiver and pressing it up to my ear firmly. Steve rolled his eyes as he combed through his quiff.

"Harrington residence," I bit my lip.

"Hey, gorgeous," A familiar, mischievous voice called over the phone.

I felt like a wave of warmth washed over me. I grinned, tilting my expression away from Steve's distasteful eyes. "Oh, hey, Eddie."

"Sorry it took so long to call," He sounded genuinely annoyed. "Part of your number rubbed off when I slipped off the roof, so I had to call around to get it."

My brows rose. He'd called other people to get my number? "Why didn't you just stop over?"

He scoffed. "After last time? Aren't your parents still in port?"

"No, actually," I shrugged, though he couldn't see the action. "They left two days ago. It was supposed to be some kind of gift- stopping by to see us for Christmas."

"How thoughtful." He chuckled. "Hey, so, I know you're trying to right all your wrongs and shit, but are you gonna be at Jason's party tonight?"

My heart fluttered. "Um, actually, I was planning to stay home."

"Ah, shame." He replied. "Gareth was gonna drag me along, and I thought it was your kind of scene."

I glanced at Steve, who was flexing subtly in the mirror. "I mean- Steve's going, so I suppose I should keep an eye on him."

"Oh, I'd say that's probably a good idea." Eddie agreed, sounding mock serious. "Can you leave him long enough to drive himself there?"

Steve was now bobbing his head from side to side, slipping a signature pair of sunglasses on. "Unsure."

"Shame, it'd be cool to pick you up on the way." He hummed.

"Well, I mean-" Steve caught my eye, going stiff and trying to act coolly. "I suppose he can manage for the drive."

"Fantastic." He urged. "I'll be there in 20?"

"Cool," I nodded, jumping from my seat. "Uh, see you."

"Later, Lana." He finished.

The line clicked. I almost flung myself from the chair. Steve was crossing his arms towards me, still recovering from earlier. He nodded towards the phone, and I swept passed him.

"Eddie?" He guessed.

"Yep," I said simply.

"Of course it is." He mumbled in distaste. "So, where are you off to all giddy?"

"Out." I shrugged happily. "I'll see you soon."

"Whatever." He waved his hands up into the air, giving up.