#munnson

@eddie continued from here

Non-metal shirt or not, a little slip up in attire wasn't going to be enough to ruin the night. Ever since the plans had been made to attend a metal concert with Eddie Munson, the person who had gotten him more heavily into the music and inspired him to learn to play the guitar, Mike had been counting down the days. His friends knew about it because it was basically all he talked about, and Nancy had ended up getting her hands on the bit of information too, but he'd made her swear that she wouldn't tell their parents. If she tried anything, he knew exactly how to get her into trouble just as easily. He was her little brother, after all, so being a pain in her ass was all part of the sibling dynamic.

Jewelry-clad fingers buried themselves in his hair, a ruffling motion messing it up and bringing a grin to his lips. He was used to the invasion of personal space when it came to Eddie, and this was luckily on the tamer scale. It was the headlocks that he dreaded, knuckles rubbing painfully against his scalp while he fought to escape his hold. Nevertheless, those playfully antics and clownery were what made Eddie, well, Eddie. He was a goofball through and through, theatrical and fun-loving and, somehow, nerdy but so cool at the same time. At least Mike thought so, even if everyone else wanted to make fun of him.

no one can mind their own damn business in this place ;; whether it´s tommy fucking h. and the other gaggle of fruit flies flitting around him because he´s still the biggest and brightest new attraction in this hick town or it´s the teachers, always nagging and nagging. harrington this, harrington that  - did you see the shiner on his face ; that was you , right? that´s why your face also looks like shi                don´t smoke on school grounds, hargrove. i won´t tell you again ;; he can´t fucking hear it anymore. the bruises on his jaw have just started healing, some of which have nothing to do with the grand king steve, not that he tells that to tommy - no he just gets a generous warning to fuck off because he´s not in the mood ; and the teachers get a nod and a grunt until they´re gone and he´s straight back to lighting up a new cigarette just out of spite. 

this day's getting on his nerves ; everyone´s stares set him on edge - like an animal in a zoo. billy needs to get away from it all before he blows up ; he feels the energy simmering right under his skin, sizzling. so he goes to the one spot he discovered by accident not long ago ; this one lone table and bench - old and decrepit in the woods right behind the fields where no one in their right mind would hang out when it´s so damp and unpleasant outside. just his fucking luck that today out of all days, someone apparently is. he doesn´t reckognize the guy, doesn´t care to        he´s already made his way out here and he´s not gonna turn around to walk back without getting what he wants out of this place.  

summoning circle

What was better than attending the Fun Fair? Attending the Fun Fair and dropping acid with Eddie. The effects of it were beginning to set in, Boris and Eddie exchanging information of what they were experiencing to share in it with each other. Drugs were fun alone, but they were even more fun with a friend or group. Side by side, they made their way through the fair grounds and checked out all the various (totally rigged) games and rides, all of the bright and colorful lights making it look as if they had been transported to some sort of whimsical fairytale land. He could've sworn that while walking by a young woman holding a stuffed bear in her arms, it had smiled really big and waved to him.

Mike  had  made  it  painfully  clear  that  he  thought  what  Eddie  had  been  making  seemed  disgusting:  a  bunch  of  what  seemed  like  totally  random  ingredients  thrown  together  to  make  some sort of smoothie.  He  was  leaned  against  the  counter  in  the  kitchen,  arms  crossed  over  his  chest somewhat impatiently  while  he  watched  Eddie  pour  the  completed  drink  into  a  glass.  He'd  been  offered  some  too,  but  he'd  been  quick  to  decline.  As  the  glass  was  brought  to  Eddie's  lips,  Mike  cocked  an  eyebrow  expectantly,  waiting  for  the  disgusted  reaction  that  he  was  sure  would  follow.

don't let him down

name: eddie

age: 19

are you a cuddler? oh yeah, big cuddle bug

can we make out? i’d be totally devastated if we didn’t

what is your perfect date? a concert, movie night, maybe a picnic somewhere out of town?

how do you feel about chocolate? uhhh i like it in my mouth?

who’s cooking: you or me? definitely not me if we actually want to have a good time. takeout?

why should you be my valentine? because i’m asking oh so sweetly, cherry pie. who else am i going to ask? i’ve only got eyes for you… aaand i’m pretty sure you think i’m cute (…also if you say no, then this pain in the ass kid named mike wheeler is going to rip on me for the rest of eternity for getting shot down. do you really want to be the reason that i’m stuck in my own personal hell loop?)

are spooky happenings a dealbreaker? no, i uh… i think i can handle that? i’ve seen some weird shit, man. can’t get much worse. besides, you totally hit me with your car and i still want you to be my valentine, so :)

anything else i should know: seriously mike wheeler will ruin my life

    Cherry tapped her foot as she reviewed the answers once, twice, thrice. It was better to keep him sweating than to respond right away. Her eyes flicked from the paper to him multiple times. She even went the extra mile of occasionally emitting a little one-note hum of discontent. Eventually, when she could think of no more ways to stall, she smacked the paper down onto the desk.

    “Munson.” Her head inclined toward his pointedly. “I’m surprised at you. Guess I don’t really know you that well, huh?” A finger decorated with chipped burgundy nail polish underlined his response about chocolate. “Somehow, I kinda expected you’d have something to say about conforming to commercial-slash-societal norms, and how Valentine’s Day shouldn’t be about boxed chocolate.” She’d left the question itself as vague as possible, hoping for a more intricate answer. “I’m a little disappointed, but, like, not really?” Her nose scrunched up as she twisted her mouth to the side in thought. “So…what I’m getting is that you’re not totally opposed to the idea of fondue for two.” Not now, not if a picnic was the goal, but it was something to file away for later.

    She sighed and glanced away from Eddie for a moment or two, before returning to him almost ruefully. “There’s something awfully romantic about being the sole reason for one guy’s hell. I kinda wanna say no just to see what happens. You’re so bad at this.” It was impossible to keep from laughing. 

For what felt like hours now, Lee had been kept awake by his own mind that seemed impossible to turn off, emerald eyes staring at the ceiling while he listened to the chirping of the crickets outside. How much longer before they would grow silent and he’d hear the sound of birds singing to announce that morning had arrived? For the few minutes he had managed to fall asleep, he’d then be awakened in a panic, his heart pounding rapidly in his chest and his breathing laboured while he fought to calm himself back down.

Nightmares were frequent with him, but they’d gotten even worse since Eddie caught him hunched over a dead body, teeth biting into soft, still warm flesh to tear away chunks of it. Lately, and he didn’t know why, but he’d been dreaming about killing Eddie. His screams of terror and pain, his pleading words mixed in with his sobs to beg him to stop, were so vivid that it would leave him feeling guilty when he woke up, as if he’d actually attacked him and should feel bad for it.

After a while longer, Lee made the decision to leave his own space, throwing his blankets off of himself and making his way over to where he knew Eddie would be sound asleep in his own bedroom. A twist of the door knob proved it wasn’t locked, the door swinging gently open with a quiet creak. Tiredly, he rubbed his eyes and padded over to the free side of the bed, where he’d only just started pulling the covers down when Eddie spoke to him. Oh, so he was awake. Maybe he was having trouble sleeping too, or maybe the sound of the door opening had been enough to wake him up?

When Lee looked over at him, he could see the look of fear on Eddie's face as he gazed wide-eyed at him. Hell, he could practically smell it on him. The words had stunned him into a momentary silence because they were so similar to the things he'd hear him in the nightmares he’d been having, only this time they were slightly less desperate. These were quieter pleads, just barely above a whisper, but still very much so fearful.