Converse | Eddie Munson x OC x Billy Hargrove

Chapter 12

The streetlights overhead streaked through the front window, illuminating a trail of dust otherwise unnoticeable to the naked eye. But the back of the van was dark, secluded- cushioned. I was sprawled onto his lap, and he was leaning over me, hair almost close enough to tickle my cheeks. We'd been this way for a while, just looking at one another. Seeing, thinking. It was like I was memorizing every single line in his face, every pore.

When he finally started to shift down, it was so slow I wasn't completely sure he was actually moving. But sure enough, a moment later, he was barely an inch away. His lips hovered over my own, and I felt them brush against mine as they curled into a seductive grin.

"You want it?" He hummed.

I nodded ever so slightly.

"You're gonna have to ask." He insisted, voice a raspy whisper.

"Kiss me." I demanded. My voice wouldn't have been audible to anyone any farther away. It was just him and I, in our little bubble, here together.

"Shit," He breathed, and he pulled me in close, our lips clashing passionately. He kissed hot, deep. It wasn't rushed, like any of the losers I'd tried dating before. He was something new, altogether. I felt my heart hammer in my chest.

No, actually, that was some kind of knocking.

"It's two o'clock in the afternoon!" Steve bitches, repetitively pounding on my door.

I scramble up from my puffy, comfy haven in a rush, having to clear hair from my eyes. I was in bed, running hot, having to catch my breath after having a completely insane dream. I suppose that's what happened when you slept an ungodly amount of time. I shivered, shaking my head. If anyone knew- no one would ever know. I covered my eyes, releasing a shaky giggle. God, was I changing.

"This is your last wake up call, Lana. Next time, I'm busting through the door." Steve chastised, and I can imagine his hands pressed sassily to his hips. "And tell that freak to quit calling the phone off the damn hook. I told him you were asleep, but he keeps ringing, and ringing-"

I glance over to my phone, off the ringer, where I'd left it the night before on accident. At some point I must have fallen asleep- it was tough to say. Eddie had called to talk about nothing in particular, but after I gave a small amount of interest in his newest "campaign" for some game he played called "D and D", there was no stopping his onslaught. I didn't hate listening to him, though apparently I'd passed out from exhaustion of having to keep up with all the new terms at some point.

I replaced the phone on the stand, rubbing my eyes for a minute, getting my bearings. But after just a few seconds, it perked up, buzzing out of control.

"Oh, come on!" Steve bellowed from his room down the hall- and I quickly yanked the phone off the hook before he had a conniption.

"Harrington residence-"

"Harrington!" The voice on the other side of the phone cheered, and I had to yank the speaker from my ear to keep from losing my hearing. "God, you can sleep through a tornado,"

"Hey, Eddie." I smile. "I think I fell asleep on the phone, it was off the hook for hours."

"I figured, after good ol' Stevie picked up once or twice." Eddie teased.

"Yeah, he was not thrilled." I snorted, shaking my head. "Well- what could be so important for you to torture my poor brother so?"

"Today happens to be Saturday," He drawls, "And that means it's the weekend..."

"Oh, shit! We're supposed to hang out today." I realize, glancing at myself in the mirror across the room. I was a visual horror.

"Ding, ding! Still down?" He asked. Something in his voice- and maybe it was my imagination- but something sounded slightly sad. Like he was prepping himself for me to turn him down.