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Tags: Familial angst, progressing in the relationship, fluff, cursing, spiraling, uh i think that’s it, NOT PROOFREAD
Summary: A fight with your mom before school leads to a change in plans for how you and Eddie would work on your English project. Which leads to even more confusion about how you feel about him.
Em Speaks: I’m soooo sorry i haven’t posted in a couple of days, i was on vacation and had no energy nor time to write!! I’ll try to get back on track this week, thanks for being so patient!! <3
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By breakfast the next morning you had convinced yourself that Dustin had just gotten into your head, and you just started to spiral over it. You only saw Eddie as a friend, nothing more.
You came downstairs to your mom and Dustin already sitting at the table, but with a weird look on their faces.
You didn’t want to mention it, assuming it would just come up on its own.
After a couple minutes of silence, your mom cleared her throat before speaking,
“Dear…the social worker called..”
You immediately tensed up. Cutting her off before she could continue
“I’m not talking to them. To anyone, okay? Just..can you guys please get that through your heads? I don’t want to talk about it, please mom.”
You weren’t mad per se, you didn’t raise your voice, it was just full of frustration.
“Honey, I know - we know, but everyone just thinks it’s best for you if you do..so you can move past it, and enjoy being back here-“
Her voice was full of concern, and you couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt for being so difficult about it.
You just couldn’t get yourself to talk about what happened this summer. You just wanted to ignore it, talking about it only made you feel worse. What couldn’t they understand about that?
Before she could continue pleading for you to talk to someone, you got up, grabbed your bag, and walked out the house.
She called your name, and Dustin jumped up to follow you.
“Cherry, cmon, please - please just go to one session, she’ll get off your back if you at least try-“
Tears streaming down your face. They were a mix of frustration and upset, you couldn’t exactly pinpoint the main reason. Everything was just getting to be a lot, your head was spinning, you just needed it to all go away.
“Dust..please, i just..i’ll figure it out.” You called back to him as you wiped your eyes, before walking in the direction towards school.
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You were still crying after walking about two blocks, jumping in your skin as a van pulled up beside you, honking before rolling down the window.
Before you could make a comment to whomever was going to attempt at either catcalling you, mocking you, or any sort of harassment, you saw it was Eddie.
“What’re you doing walking to school al-woah..woah what’s wrong? Did something happen?”
At first Eddie was just confused, but as you made eye contact with him and he had seen your smudged eyeliner and mascara, his face was full of concern.
He unlocked the van, signaling for you to get in.
As soon as you shut the door you broke down again. Not even thinking about how lame this must look, utterly sobbing in front of a guy you’ve known for two weeks at most.
The one you spent all night trying to figure
out if you were solely platonic or not.
The one who, without realizing, has become your first friend, in a while.
He tucked your loose hair behind your ears, the cold metal of his rings bringing a shock to your nervous system, somehow helping you calm down. Only slightly.
“Hey, hey, look at me, you don’t have to tell me what’s going on, but I do need you to calm down. Okay? Can you do that for me?”
Hesitantly, you nodded, hiccuping as you tried to breathe.
His hand ran through your hair soothingly as he watched you slowly calm down.
“You okay..wanna talk about it now? Or do you want me to just shut up and keep driving?”
You sniffled. On one hand, you somewhat trusted Eddie, and really wanted to talk to somebody about what’s going through your head, someone that wouldn’t try to shove pills down your throat for it or diagnose you with anything they could.
But on the other hand? You didn’t want to look weak. You couldn’t let the wall you’ve tried so hard to build break so easily.
So you just went with the latter.
After a beat of silence, Eddie turned his music back on.
“I don’t know if this is the right time to ask..feel free to hit me if it’s not, but am I still coming over later to do the English project?”
Eddie immediately winced, assuming you would hit him. Something he’s become accustomed to.
You took a breath before responding,
“I..i don’t think i wanna go back to mine after school..i really just don’t want to face the mess i left,”
You brought a hand over your face, stressing about it all over again.
“But we need to do that stupid fucking project because i cannot have another teacher hate me already- Carlson has since the minute i walked in on the-“
You were spiraling again. Eddie caught on, and immediately cut you off.
“Hey-hey, calm down, don’t worry about it, alright? We can just go to mine, it’s no biggie.”
He reassuringly stated, with his big stupid grin, before glancing over at you.
You stopped for a second. Forgetting that was even an option.
He laughed, and then continued on.
“After you go to your locker just meet me at my van, kay? I’ll drive you to my place. You won’t have to go home.”
You nodded, the idea calming you down more than you had anticipated it to.
“You’re not gonna kidnap me though..right? I mean, you got the big tinted out van, and the essence of weed following you,”
You joked, laughing a little as you spoke. You wiped the now drying tears from your face.
He huffed, glaring at you as he parked the van.
The two of you kept talking all throughout the walk to homeroom, and the class entirely, ignoring the comments from the teacher.
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By second period, you had totally forgotten about the emotional morning.
At lunch, however, the morning rushed back to you as your brother grabbed your arm before you could even make it into the cafeteria.
“Cherry, please, don’t be mad at me- i just felt really bad about mom being so upset and then you being so upset-“
He rambled, seriously freaking out over you being upset at him.
“Dust-woah, woah, don’t even worry about it, okay? I get it. It’s..just been a lot, the past months. I’m fine, we’re fine, me and mom are fine, okay? I just.. need the two of you to let me go at my own pace. I seriously just don’t want to talk about the summer. At all. Possibly even ever.”
You quietly spoke. You had a lot more opinions on the matter, but that was something for your mom. Not Dustin. You didn’t want to freak out your little brother anymore than he already seemed to be.
Eddie gave you a look as you walked in late with Dustin, but you paid no mind to it as you sat down next to him.
Eddie was twisting a strand of your hair around his finger absentmindedly, no one other than you seemed to notice.
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The final bell had rung, and before you left class you told Eddie you confirmed with him that you two were still doing the project at his house.
At your locker, Dustin had seemed to find you again.
“Mom said this morning she’d be running a little late-“
“Oh, right uhm, I'm not coming home right after today. I’m going to Eddie’s.”
He made a face to that, “Eddie’s? Why? I thought he was coming to our house for your project?”
You shook your head while closing your locker, slinging your backpack over your shoulder.
“Dust, I really don’t wanna go home right now, I'll try and be home for dinner. I won’t promise it though. Is that fair enough?”
“Okay..i’ll tell mom..you promise you’re okay?”
Your heart broke a bit as you saw the sadness on his face. You hated being the reason he was upset, you always have.
“I promise, really.” You smiled softly at him before watching as he walked off.
You let out a breath before going to search for Eddie’s van.
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The car ride was full of loud music and lousy debates. Ones that consisted of if Metallica was the band of the century.
“I’m telling you (Your nickname), you cannot call yourself a metal head if you disagree. That’s like, the quickest way to get shunned from any rock concert.”
You shook your head, smiling ear to ear.
“Eds, I really don’t think so!! There’s sooooo many more, Metallica isn’t some unique music or anything, nothing sets it aside from others!!”
He scoffed at that, but made no rebuttal to it as he parked, horribly, by the trailer.
“Welcome to the Munson residence, make yourself at home. We’re classy though, don’t put your feet on the coffee table,” He jokingly said, pointing a mock accusatory finger at you.
You had sat on the couch, as Eddie grabbed a box of cereal from the kitchen a few steps away.
Once Eddie finally made his way over to you, he peaked over you should, reading the notes you’ve already jotted made for the project.
“Chew with your mouth closed, munson.”
You sarcastically said before flicking the side of his head.
"Dare I ask, have you read any book a senior in high school should have?” You glanced at him.
“If you MUST know, I’ve read like..the first lord of the rings book. That’s about it.”
“Right..right, okay. We could do a prequel to it? Since..a sequel would be much more annoying since you haven’t read anything after it.”
You started filling out the paper before thinking of a way to split this up.
“Okay..since you’re like, what, the story teller of Dungeons and Dragons, why don’t you think of an idea, and i’ll write it?”
“Sweetheart, c'mon, storyteller? At this point, i think you’re just trying to provoke me.” He joked, lightly pinching your arm.
“Yea yea whatever,” You huffed.
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After a couple of hours, you came up with an outline, fixed up, and then it was ready for it to be turned in.
The project went a lot easier and quicker than you expected, especially since Eddie had some pretty good ideas. Only after you had promised you’d come to Hellfire this week if he focused.
By the time you had fully finished it was almost six o’clock
“I’m gonna order pizza, you want anything?” Eddie called out from the kitchen, only a couple steps away from you on the couch, as he picked up the house phone to call in the order.
You contemplated whether or not you were going to go home for dinner. You decided against it, even though you somewhat promised Dustin you’d be home for it.
“Yea, I guess. I’ll eat whatever you order, I don't mind.”
You started playing with the hem of your shirt before Eddie snapped you out of your thoughts.
“So uh..not trying to bring it up again, but..what happened this morning?”
You sucked in a breath, debating if you trusted Eddie enough to open up to him.
You’ve never had friends growing up, you always kept to yourself. That was your plan for this school year too, but Eddie made it hard for that to happen.
You decided to tell him only a little bit of the whole story. But it was more than you’ve said to anyone else before.
“I just had a fight with my mom about some stuff, I was in a weird mood already and it was a touchy subject. I kinda just broke down and left.”
Eddie nodded along, hesitant on asking a question.
“Was the touchy subject something about whatever made you move here?”
“I mean, uh..well yea. How’d you figure that out?”
You looked up at him, making eye contact.
“I’m just a very smart person, ya know?”
“Dustin told everyone to not mention why you randomly transferred before you started, just said it was personal and you wouldn’t want to talk about it.”
You smiled a little at that. At how your brother looked out for you so much.
It pained you to think about how upset he probably still is from this morning, even more so you weren't back for dinner like you promised.
“Do you know if uhm, Dustin's mad at me?” you bit your nail as you asked.
“No? Cherry, you could make him quit DnD and the kid would in a heartbeat. I doubt anything you could do would make him mad.”
“Yea..I guess, I..I’m just worried about him. He’s trying so hard to make everything perfect for me, but I feel like I keep letting him down. He just wants me to be okay, he knows..what happened. I feel horrible for just being so difficult about it,”
Your eyes started to water, but you quickly wiped them away.
Eddie pulled you closer to him, an arm around your shoulders.
He was going to say something, but kept stopping himself.
His voice was quieter than usual when he finally did.
“I uhm, I get it. Really. I felt like I was the worst nephew ever for constantly fighting with my uncle after he took me in. After..after my mom died. He didn’t officially have custody of me ‘till my dad was arrested, but Wayne was there for me a lot more than my dad was. All we would do is fight for like, the first three months, I thought I was protecting myself. But I still felt like shit afterwards.”
You sat up straighter, looking into his glassy eyes,
“Oh Eddie..im so so sorry,”
Your voice was full of remorse.
“Don’t worry about it sweetheart, ‘was years ago. I only told you because I wanted you to know I get it, and that you don’t have to explain yourself to me.”
Before you could respond, a knock at the trailer door was heard. Eddie got up to answer it, knowing it was probably the pizza.
You stayed on the couch and started focusing on the crappy show on the tv, the one Eddie put on hours earlier when you were still working on the English project.
During the time between Eddie talking to the delivery man and coming back to you with the food, you started to think.
About how Eddie had been the first person to see a genuine smile from you. To hear a genuine laugh. The first person you’ve opened up to. The first person who has ever broken down the walls you’ve tried so hard to build, and he’s done that in less than a month.
You felt like a whole different person. Not the same person who was short to everyone who tried to talk to them, not the ‘rude’ student that teachers hate, and definitely not the alternative rude girl who only the ‘weird’ kids at school liked.
What the fuck was that curly, weed smelling, metal head doing to you.
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