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Hours on the Clock | eddie munson

"Sick with a fever or sick of you? Cause depending on which we may have something in common." He said with a laugh. You frowned and looked at your feet. Did he really just say that he was sick of you? You pushed around a piece of carpet with the toe of your shoe, too embarrassed to look up, but in doing so you missed a key component of his joke. He took a swig of cough syrup, considering he'd been battling off a cold for the better half of a couple of days.

You sat at the small table for two in the living room area of his trailer, keeping your eyes glued downward. You heard a shuffle of feet and the movement of the chair as Eddie sat down across from you. He placed a cup of orange juice down before raising his eyebrows.

"Earth to (Y/n)? You didn't check out on me did you?" He asked. You quickly glanced up before nodding. You didn't know how you were going to salvage this.

"Oh yeah. I just remembered I was supposed to take Dustin out tonight though. A sibling bonding thing our mom is making us do." You said, grabbing your bag from the floor. Eddie raised his eyebrows, taken aback by your sudden declaration. You began to walk toward his door to let yourself out.

"O-oh, really? Alright. Yeah, no worries. I'll see you tomorrow though, right?" He asked. You paused, a twinge of pain plucking your heartstrings. Why did he want to see you if he was so sick of you? But you didn't have the guts to confront him.

"Y-Yeah... tomorrow." You replied, walking out the door as soon as the words fell from your mouth. Eddie watched you get in your car and drive off. He always watched you leave, but this time it was different. It felt different. And maybe that different feeling was the reason that tomorrow never came.

Sure, the sun rose, the way it always does for tomorrow, but not for the tomorrow that he was supposed to see you. That day, 6:00 rolled around and you weren't there, you weren't rushing in late at 6:15, and you never called to cancel at 6:30. By 7:00 he was dialing Henderson's number himself, because at 6:45 he'd convinced himself something terrible happened to you.

Your mom answered and apparently, you weren't tutoring anyone anymore. Which was fine, he just thought you'd gotten close enough to tell him that yourself. When he asked to talk to you, she said you were busy showering. He leaned his head back and sighed in relief. The confirmation that you were safe was all he needed to be at ease.

"Okay, thank you, Ms. Henderson. Can you tell them to call me when they're out? I have something important to tell them." He asked. She said she'd relay the message to you and that was that. 8:00. 9:00. 10:00. 11:00. 12:00. And by 1:00 in the morning, he fell asleep by the phone, waiting on that call back that also never came.

Eddie found himself stuck between a rock and a hard place. He knew you were okay. He knew that for whatever reason you told your mom to lie about your tutoring. He knew you were avoiding him on purpose. The one thing he didn't know, was why.

Everything was fine one day and then totally fucked the next. He'd found himself falling for Henderson's older sibling and then suddenly you hate his guts? I mean, what were the odds of that happening?

He couldn't take it anymore. It had only been a week without you and he was going stir crazy. Even if you told him you wanted him dead, he had to hear it for himself. No more listening to his thoughts running a mile a minute, coming up with the most outlandish reasons for your distance. He was going to get to the bottom of it and he wasn't gonna give you the chance to use a lousy excuse like showering to get out of it.

He ducked behind the lockers, leaning against the wall that was ever so conveniently adjacent to the dark room. You passed it every day on your way to English, and he was going to have that conversation with you if it killed him.

Finally, he heard your voice, dropping things off at your locker and chatting with your friends. They went their separate ways to their respective classes and he heard the clang of the door. You were walking his way. He checked to make sure the coast was clear (his reputation was already bad, no need to make it worse) and once he deemed that it was, he grabbed your wrist to pull you into the dark room.

"What the fuck!?" You shouted.

"Shhh! It's just me!" He replied. You furrowed your eyebrows.

"Eddie? W-What are you doing? And where's the damn light?" You asked, fumbling around the wall to search for a switch.

"No no no! Don't do that! If you turn on the lights you'll fuck up the photos and then the whole news club will kick my ass." He whisper shouted. You laughed quietly at this, to which he sighed in response.

"You know I've missed that laugh." He said. You felt your face heat up with embarrassment, glad it was shrouded by the darkness.

"Why have you been avoiding me (Y/n)?" He asked, his voice softer than you were used to. You frowned and looked at your feet.

"Last time I went to your house you said you were sick of me so I just... I didn't think you'd care if I stopped showing up." You replied, crossing your arms as if to shield yourself from whatever he was going to say.

"What? Sick of you? Why would I ever say that?"

"When I told you that my 5:00 canceled cause he was sick you said he was sick of me and that you had it in common with him! And don't tell me I'm making anything up cause I remember it clear as day. I cried about it for hours when I got home."

"Woah woah woah, slow down. I remember that too. But that wasn't the full joke. I said 'sick with a fever or sick of you? Cause depending on which we might have something in common.'" He replied. You rolled your eyes.

"Exactly."

"(Y/n), I was also battling a fever. I drank medicine right after I said that to show you I was feeling sick. I've been coughing like crazy. Can't you hear it in my raspy ass voice?" He asked with a laugh. You paused for a second, thinking over the sound of his voice and what he'd just said. Did you ignore him all week over a misunderstood joke?

"You were really sick?" You asked, almost too scared to hear the answer.

"Yes! You can even ask my uncle. I could never get sick of you. Shit, seeing you every day was the first thing I've ever looked forward to more than Hellfire days or Corroded Coffin performances." He replied. You felt your heart start to thump faster once again.

"W-wait seriously? That's so corny." You said. You couldn't see it, but Eddie's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red.

"You're the one who cried all night cause you thought I said I was sick of you!" He retorted. You laughed before wrapping your arms around him, which he was taken aback by.

"I'll never ignore you again Eddie Munson." You said. He smiled down at you fondly, despite knowing you couldn't see him. He wrapped his arms around you and leaned his chin on your head.

"You better keep that promise, (Y/n) Henderson."

And you did.