vikings / s4e17: the great army, s6e20: the last act
"i hadn't quite clicked that myself but it was katheryn [winnick] who said to me one day, 'you know, he looks like travis used to look. when i was first acting with travis, that's what travis looked like.'" - michael hirst
Summary: Tessa Dixon never thought that taking her little brother to his guitar lessons would end up changing her life for the better. (Better summary coming soon lol)Pairing: Eddie Munson x OFC (multi-chapter)
Warnings: 18+, Slow burn, eventual SMUT, bad language, drug usage, mentions of self-harm.
IMPORTANT: This takes place a year and a bit before the events of Season 4.
Chapter 3: Danger Zone
“Tessa, I’m actually going to kill you!”
Andi’s screaming voice nearly obliterated my eardrum and cut me off mid-greeting when I answered the telephone in the kitchen.
“What are you talking about?!”
She scoffed loudly into the phone, forcing me to hold the receiver away from my ear a little yet again.
“AS IF you don’t know!” she accused, her voice ripe with tension. “Sandy Douglas said that Kirk Milton told her that she saw Eddie Munson getting out of your van Monday at lunch!”
I blinked, confusion hitting me like a ton of bricks.
“So….?” I asked, leaning against the fridge. “What the hell does that have to do with anything?”
“It has everything to do with everrrrrything!” Andi exclaimed. “You have been sitting with me all week at lunch and not once have you mentioned that you guys were hanging out! People are already talking about it….I thought I was your best friend?”
“Andi,” I sighed, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath before I exploded on her. “You are my best friend. It was honestly nothing. He saw me sitting in my car and it was snowing, he just popped in to say hey.”
“Eddie Munson?” she questioned, not believing a word out of my mouth. “That Freak? That guy doesn’t associate with anyone outside of his little club!”
“Please don’t call him that. You know I don’t like that…”
I trailed off, noticing Harrison coming down the stairs lugging his guitar case behind him.
“Sorry. I forgot about all that stuff with Harrison being bullied. It’s just…he’s so weird.”
“He’s actually really sweet,” I said, suddenly feeling defensive. “He’s teaching Harrison to play guitar at McGill’s. He’s really good with him, Andi. He’s not some crazy Satan Worshiper like everybody says-.”
“Could have fooled me!”
“What’s this really about?” I asked, her scathing tone cutting into me. “Did you just call to talk shit about Eddie, or are you upset that something is going on between us and I didn’t tell you? Believe me, nothing is going on between us. Kirk and Sandy are gossips, you know that! And you know the hell I went through with Harrison and his school bullies…that I would NEVER participate in gossip. So really, what’s the point of this call?”
Harrison paused at the sound of my voice, eyes wide at the amount of pent-up rage there. He was the reason I was so sensitive to bullying. He’d been through hell and back in middle school already, and I couldn’t stand to see anyone else go through it. The thing that cut worse was that Andi knew all of this, and she was still contributing to the problem just because she was pissed off at me.
To top it all off, I hadn’t seen Eddie around much since that Monday. Occasionally we’d lock eyes and nod or smile at one another in the cafeteria, but we hadn’t spoken or been near each other since. Rumours swirling because he had been seen leaving my car once was nothing short of insane.
“Don’t get mad at me!” she huffed, her anger evenly matching mine. “You’ve been closed off and distant for weeks, Tessa. You don’t talk to me, you act like I’m annoying…how am I supposed to feel when I have to hear from somebody else that there may be something going on with you and Eddie Munson!?”
I wanted to scream at her, to tell her that she needed to grow up and that she couldn’t understand half of what I was going through. I loved her though, and just didn’t have the heart. Instead, I sighed internally, and braced myself to try and be the bigger person.
“Andi, there’s nothing going on! I’m sorry I’ve been distracted, I’m just going through a lot right now. The thing with Eddie and me is nothing. Honest. He saw me sitting by myself and wanted to make sure I was okay. Look, I have to take Harrison to his guitar lessons this morning, but call me tonight. We can talk this out, it’s seriously just a misunderstanding, okay? Just call me tonight.”
I slammed the receiver down without waiting for her reply, a frustrated sigh leaving my lips. Grabbing my bag, I slung it over my shoulder and looked at Harrison with a terse smile. All I wanted to do was slink into bed, but it was too late for that. Harrison needed me.
“Alright buddy. Let’s get going.”
–--
Watching Eddie with Harrison helped to alleviate some of the tension I was feeling from my conversation with Andi earlier. Although I was still annoyed, watching the two of them smile and interact was enough to take the crushing weight off my chest so that I could breathe again.
Harrison was far from a natural with the guitar, but he certainly enjoyed the 1:1 attention he received from Eddie. I couldn’t blame him. Eddie had a way of making you feel like you were the only person in a room full of crowded people. It suddenly hit me how insane and out of place the shunning he received truly was. There was no denying that he was eccentric, boisterous and loud, but he was also kind with a gentle heart.
Pondering my thoughts, I tilted my head back and shut my eyes, my foot tapping to the run Eddie was playing. I felt sore, exhausted and alone, even with Eddie and Harrison sitting a few feet from me. I truly felt like I was drowning, like I wanted the floor to swallow me up whole. The urge to self-harm slithered up into my throat again and I grasped my thighs tightly, willing the thoughts to leave me be. I didn’t want to take ten steps back in my recovery after I worked so hard just to get here.
“You didn’t come last night.”
My cheeks flared red even though his voice was teasing. Eddie’s grin was mischievous as ever, deep brown eyes sparkling as they met mine.
“What?” I stuttered out, my heart racing at his interruption of my negative thoughts, for some reason concerned he knew what I’d been thinking.
“Last night…you didn’t come,” he repeated, plopping himself down beside me, arm bumping into mine. “Lemme guess, you had some sweet rager to go to instead?”
It suddenly dawned on me what the hell he was talking about. The invite to smoke…I’d totally forgotten about as I had navigated most of the week on autopilot. Yesterday was Friday, and I’d completely forgotten.
“Shit! I’m really sorry. I totally blanked,” I fumbled over my words, face hot despite his gentle accusation.
He laughed, nudging me again with his shoulder. “It’s cool, Dixon. I’m an easy man to forget.”
“It’s not that,” I said, my eyes focusing on Harrison, who was slowly packing up his things. “It’s just…Harrison requires a lot of extra attention. Our parents aren’t really around. I got busy-.”
I realized I was motor mouthing and quickly zipped my lips before I spilled all my deep dark secrets out to Eddie, who was still very much a stranger. He didn’t need to know all the dirty details about the emotional burden I was carrying.
“It’s cool, Dixon. Although next week, I may not be so inclined to let it slide,” he said with a wink and yet another nudge against my arm.
“Ahh,” I said, snapping out of my weird state and shooting him a grin, “So you’re doing me a huge favour right now, is that what it is?”
“Oh absolutely!” he replied as he puffed out his chest, chestnut locks flying as he fake preened. “There are many, many women who’d love to come and smoke at my place.”
I broke out into laughter at the look on his face, and he let out a few chuckles at the sound.
“I dunno, Munson,” I spoke after my laughter had subsided. “Maybe your friends wouldn’t like me barging in on your sessions.”
“You already know most of them,” Eddie said, relaxing into his chair. “Lucy Yi is in my year, Gareth is in a couple of your classes and lives down the street, there’s Jeff, Nathan…I could go on. They all say nothing but good things about you. They’d be down for you to join us.”
My heart warmed at his words, knowing that there were at least some people out there that thought kindly of me.
“Well,” I said thoughtfully, picking at the hole in the knee of my jeans. “Maybe I’ll try to come next week. Should give me enough time to arrange something for Harrison.”
“Wicked,” Eddie said, flashing me a sweet grin. “What’re you up to tonight?”
“Tonight?”
My eyes shot back up to his, noticing his cheeks flushing a little, that damn grin never wavering. He was cute, I realized, which was what was tripping me up. The handsome face, bright eyes, stunning smile, it was completely sending me for a loop and making me lose all sense of how to communicate. He also seemed to weirdly sense when I needed someone to help navigate my dark moments, as he always appeared when I needed it the most.
At the realization, I mentally urged myself to get a grip, fingers digging into my thighs.
“Probably just rent a movie at Family Video and stay in with Harrison,” I finally spoke, giving him a little shrug.
“Y-y-you can c-c-come over if you want,” Harrison’s soft, apprehensive voice pulled me away from Eddie’s chocolate brown orbs, his words causing my heart to start to flutter erratically in my chest. “We’re renting Frankenweenie.”
Eddie Munson at my house? Andi would lose her shit.
“As long as your big sister here doesn’t mind. I get the feeling she calls the shots,” Eddie said with a wink, the small gap between us closing. “Don’t you, T?”
Oh.
It was so subtle and my heart was pounding in my ears loud enough to distract me that I almost missed the nickname. Almost. The shift from calling me by my last name to a nickname nobody ever called me had my heart thundering out of my chest. It felt like an episode of the Twilight Zone.
“Uh..yeah. You can come over,” I squeaked, mouth dry. “I live on Pinecrest Avenue. Actually like ten houses down from Gareth’s…same side of the street. My parents will be out so you don’t have to worry about them, we usually start at 6:30….”
“And Tessa always buys pizza for dinner!” Harrison piped up, his enthusiasm helping to calm down my racing emotions.
“A woman after my own heart,” Eddie hummed, another heartstopping smile gracing his lips. “I’ll be there.”
God, please don’t let Andi hear about this….
–--
Without a doubt, I was a nervous wreck for the rest of the afternoon. Munson was giving me the worst case of butterflies every time he talked to me. I didn’t know if it was his features or his upbeat, teasing personality, but whatever it was, it had me scrambling. Andi had luckily called me before dinner wanting to hash things out, and after a few kind words, apologies on both ends and a promise that if I was going out with any boy EVER that I’d let her know as soon as humanly possible, we made up.
The pizza had just arrived and Harrison was pulling out all the stops with his favourite candies, blankets and pillows to impress our guest, when the doorbell rang.
Nerves shot through me as I answered the door, seeing a smiling Eddie on the other side. God, would it have killed him to stop smiling that alluring smile every time?
“I brought booze,” he sang, raising the six pack up in the air and giving it a little shake. “I know, I know. I’m the best. You’ll probably have to make me a recurring guest.”
I snorted, standing back a bit to make room for him in our small entryway.
“I’m sure Harrison will be thrilled.”
“Harrison’s my guy,” Eddie laughed, toeing off his shoes. “He’ll help me polish off the pack.”
“You’re something else, Munson. Pizza’s here already. You’re lucky we didn’t start without you.”
“Eddie!” Harrison’s excited voice ran through the house, a small grin splaying across his lips.
“Hey man,” Eddie greeted, handing me the beer so that he could shrug off his vest and jacket and hang them up on the coat rack, but not before pulling more candy out of his pocket. “Ready to load up?”
Harrison nodded, talking animatedly and gesturing for Eddie to follow him into the living room. Like he’d been here a thousand times, Eddie followed my brother without any apprehension, the two of them chattering away like old friends.
I shook my head, contemplating this budding friendship as they disappeared into the next room. Nobody had been able to connect with Harrison like this, but Eddie? Eddie had been able to in the span of two lessons. It was enough to leave me scratching my head, despite knowing Harrison better than anyone.
“Dixon, you coming or what?!”
Grinning at Eddie’s booming voice and Harrison’s quiet laughter, I shook myself free of the cobwebs and joined the pair in the living room. Eddie had already taken up residency on the couch, a plate of pizza balancing on his thighs. Harrison had just started the movie and was sitting beside Eddie in my dad’s La-Z-Boy. He was smiling ear to ear as he dug into his pizza, listening intently to Eddie talk about his NJ Warlock that he had splurged on last summer.
As it always did, the sight of them made my heart swell. I took up residency on the couch with Eddie, careful not to sit too closely, and reached for a slice of pizza and a can of beer.
“Hey, hey!” Eddie chided, watching me with amused eyes. “You old enough to drink that, Dixon?”
“I’m old enough to do a lot of things, Munson. The beer is the least of your worries,” I responded dryly, not missing the way his eyes sparkled at how quickly I jabbed back at him.
The short film was one of Harrison’s favourites and a repeat rental here at the Dixon house. Frankly, it made me cry, which was partially why I reached for the beer. The thought of Eddie seeing me bawling my eyes out at a silly little film was embarrassing. After slamming back a slice and downing most of the can, I settled into the couch and got comfy. The soft glow of the tv was the only source of light in the house, and I curled my legs up under me as Harrison and Eddie finished their slices and dove headfirst into the candy. The happy, jovial mood was one that was not often found in our household, and I found myself smiling to the point that my cheeks hurt.
It felt really nice to have this much happiness within these four walls. It felt familiar, warm….right, even. I felt at peace for the first time in a really long time.
I thought for sure that my nerves at Eddie being a couch cushion away from me would have me a twitching, anxious mess all night, but that oddly wasn’t the case. Fifteen minutes into the movie, I found myself starting to doze, a combination of the ambiance, my busy day, and the booze. I could feel my head starting to nod, lashes lingering on my cheeks too long between blinks, my body becoming heavy with the promise of sleep. I slid my body down sideways on the couch, curling into a ball, the pads of my feet connecting with the side of Eddie’s thigh.
“M’sorry,” I whispered sleepily, but made no attempt to move them, and neither did he.
His only acknowledgement of the contact was the gentle squeeze of his hand around my ankle for the briefest of moments.
My body felt weightless, my mind stuttering to a crashing halt, and it wasn’t long before my vision faded to black.
“T?” Eddie’s soft voice jolted me awake and I sucked back the gasp that threatened to spill out, my body jerking as I propped myself up on my arm.
“Yeah?” I rumbled sleepily, blinking a little to focus my vision.
“I’m gonna get going. We watched Frankenweenie and E.T., and you slept through them both,” Eddie mumbled, looking a bit sheepish at startling me awake.
“No, no…” I panicked, wiping at my eyes and wondering how I could have been so rude and stupid to actually fall asleep while he was here. “What time is it?
“9:30,” Eddie answered, taking a look at his watch. “It’s okay. Harrison was telling me about all the stuff you do for him. No wonder you’re so tired. ”
In the soft glow of the tv light, I could have sworn something flickered across his eyes, but as soon as it had come, it was gone. Over Eddie’s shoulder I saw Harrision passed out in the La-Z-Boy, candy bar wrappers scattered around him.
“Shit Eddie, I’m sorry. I’m honestly so embarrassed,” I sighed, pulling myself up.
“It’s okay. You didn’t snore…much.”
Groaning, I tossed my head into my hands, kicking him a little at his teasing.
“Want me to carry you up to your room, Sleeping Beauty?”
My heart shot up into my throat at his teasing, thankful that the light from the tv was dark enough that he couldn’t see the flush starting up my neck and to my cheeks.
“You wish, Munson.”
He gave a deep laugh, relaxing further into the couch before we both lapsed into silence. My eyes ran over his profile: long, curly hair, thin, long nose, wide expressive eyes…Eddie Munson was nothing short of a work of art.
He turned slowly to me once more, eyes unreadable. “I always thought you were a cool chick, Dixon.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. Don’t remember you much from middle school but high school…” he trailed off, shuffling in his seat. “My buddy Jeff? Used to have a crush on you. Would never shut the hell up about you, actually.. In grade 10 I threatened to banish him from Hellfire if he didn’t shut up. Everybody talks about how nice you are. How accepting you are and willing to help anyone.”
Now, my cheeks were really on fire.
“It’s not often that girls from school look past the devil on our shirts….I haven’t quite nailed down yet why you don’t treat us like everybody else.”
“You should know why,” I sighed, jerking my chin toward Harrison, who was still peacefully asleep in the chair.
“The kid?” Eddie asked, eyes widening a little.
“You’ve seen him. He’s…different. Sensitive. A total sweetheart but people see weird and they make it their life’s mission to treat him like shit. When he isn’t getting picked on at school, he’s being picked on here by my dad. Mom’s no help. I’ve been…protecting him since he was born. If it wasn’t for him, I’d be just like everybody else. But he changed me, made me see past all that clique stuff.”
“And you really do all that shit for him?”
“Yeah I do.”
“He’s lucky to have you,” Eddie blurted out, making both of us look away from each other, embarrassed.
“Thanks,” I finally murmured after a few moments of silence. “Well, at least let me walk you out.”
Both Eddie and I stood and headed to the foyer, but not before he gently ruffled Harrison’s hair on the way by. My heart blossomed at the contact, sunlight finally seeping into my endless days of darkness. Biting my lip, I watched as Eddie shrugged on his jacket and slipped into his shoes before digging around in his pocket for a cigarette.
“We should do this again sometime,” I said softly.
He grinned around his cigarette, the impish smile immediately drawing one from my own lips.
“I could be…enticed into that,” he agreed, nodding his head. “On one condition.”
“Name it, Munson.”
“You come to Hellfire on Friday after school and then to my place for a joint. Just one. No exceptions.”
“I told you that I would!”
“No, you told me that you’d try. If you wanna hang out, then let’s do it. I don’t wait around for anybody. We got a deal, T?” he rumbled, a ringed hand jutting out in front of him.
I raised my eyebrows at him and was met with a much wider smirk. This boy knew how to play his cards right.
With a loud, half-joking sigh, I slammed my hand into his.
If I had a nickel for everytime my comfort character was killed off I'd have two. Which isn't much. But it's bullshit BECAUSE IT HAPPENED TWICE!
Freddie: How's she doing mate?
FrEDDIE -Fr: not good man, they killed me off too.
Me: *screaming/singing?* IF HEAVEN AND HELL DECIDE THAT THEY BOTH ARE SATISFIED. ILLUMINATE THE NO'S ON THEIR VACANCY SIGNS. IF THERE'S NO ONE TO GUIDE YOU WHEN YOUR SOUL EMBARKS. THEN ILL FOLLOW YOU INTO THE DARK.
Freddie: you grab the fuzzy blanket.
FrEDDIE -Fr: you grab the grippy socks. Let's go get our girl.
Summary: Tessa Dixon never thought that taking her little brother to his guitar lessons would end up changing her life for the better. (Better summary coming soon lol)
Pairing: Eddie Munson x OFC (multi-chapter)
Warnings: 18+, Slow burn, eventual SMUT, bad language, drug usage, mentions of self-harm.IMPORTANT: This takes place a year and a bit before the events of Season 4.
A/N: Honestly, I just wanted to say thank you for the love on the first chapter, it means a lot! Also updates will be quicker than this, I was super sick the last week and didn’t feel much like writing. Hope you stick around for the journey!
Chapter 2: Lonely
As Christmas Break came to an end and school started up again, it was no surprise that my encounter with Eddie at my little brother’s lessons had drifted into the back of my mind. So far this morning, I’d been responsible for getting Harrison ready, saving him from a nervous breakdown at an anticipated new school routine, dropping him off and also getting my own self ready and to class on time.
By the time lunch rolled around, I was frustrated to the point of tears, emotional, and breathless. As much as I loved my brother, it could be such a weight to navigate his introverted personality. The loneliness and envy I felt toward other students who didn’t have to deal with these struggles was almost debilitating. Knowing I couldn’t handle my best friend Andi’s incessant chatter about which member of the basketball team was the hottest, I opted for lunch in my car instead.
Our small but close-knit group was definitely in the ‘safe’ zone when it came to cliques. Not popular but not loathed either, we sat in the area I’d lovingly termed “The In-between”. High school was all about cliques, and it was nice to be able to get along with most people without having to change who I was. Andi, on the other hand, thought she was Miss Popular. As much as I loved her (we’d been friends since first grade), she was the stereotypical high school girl, obsessed with looks, makeup and boys. She ranked herself up there with the cheerleaders, which was why her lunchtime monologues were so hard to listen to sometimes.
And that brought me exactly to why I was sitting in my “new to me” station wagon, a hand-me-down my dad had given me when he purchased his ‘69 Mustang, eating my sandwich. Despite the fact that it was snowing softly, I wasn’t all that cold. In fact, when I was overworked like this, I tended to run hotter than normal.
Letting my thoughts drift, I chewed absentmindedly on my sandwich, surveying the parking lot. Loneliness crushed my chest, making it difficult to breathe or swallow. I loved my tight-knit group of friends, but they didn’t understand what I was going through. Nobody knew what it was like to be the primary caregiver of a child that you had to walk on eggshells for.
When I was 14, I started self-harming. It was a way to cope, to deal with the pressure of having to be everything for someone at such a young age. I’d done it for almost a year before I’d sought counselling through the school, but when I felt overwhelmed, the tops of my thighs still burned with the need to just feel something else.
The guilt I felt at wanting to self-harm was almost enough to consume me. I wanted to do better, be better for Harrison, because I knew he needed a strong role model. He certainly wouldn’t get that from either of our parents.
Tick, tick, tick, tick!
Letting out a startled scream, I accidentally dropped my sandwich into my lap as I clutched at my racing heart. Eddie Munson stood outside my passenger window, keys hitting the glass, and a shit eating grin on his face.
“Jesus Christ, Munson!” I shouted, my cheeks flaming pink in embarrassment. “You trying to kill me?!”
Laughing like I’d just told the funniest joke known to man, Eddie pulled open my door and slid in.
“Hey Dixon,” he chortled, shaking his head like a dog and sending wet flakes flying all over the car.
“You scared the shit out of me,” I grumbled, picking up my sandwich and sliding it back into the container, my appetite having vanished when my heart fell into my stomach.
He was all sparkling eyes and toothy grin as he set his lunchbox between his legs, ring clad fingers drumming a nameless tune on the top of the box. When he didn’t apologize, I raised an eyebrow and turned my body a bit more to face him.
“What?” he asked, the grin still wide across his lips. “Saw you from the woods, you looked lonely. Thought I’d join you.”
“Do you have a lunch?” I asked, gesturing toward the lunchbox I knew carried everything but food.
When he shrugged again, I let out a sigh and dug in my lunch bag, pulling out a brownie and handing it to him. His eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas, and as fast as he took it, it was gone.
“Man, your mom is an awesome cook!” he praised, nestling back into the passenger seat.
I snorted out loud at his comment, making his eyebrows shoot up questioningly. The look of confusion on his face was laughable.
“You know my mom owns the Beautiful You Salon, right? She’s the one with the blue eyes and the blonde perm and the huge cans,” I told him, gesturing feebly toward my much smaller chest. “She’s too busy being Hawkins’ most memorable socialite. I made the brownies.”
Eddie pondered my words, his grin sliding a little from his lips, brown eyes analyzing me. Suddenly shy, I busied myself with putting away my lunch, knowing that there wasn’t much time left before the bell would ring.
“Sorry, that was a bit of an overshare. I’m just…it’s been a long day already,” I explained, tossing my lunch bag into the backseat once everything had been put away.
“It’s all good,” Eddie mused, ringed fingers tapping away on his lunchbox again. “Everyday feels like a long day in this hellhole.”
“Ain’t that the truth,” I snickered, feeling a grin start to pull at the edges of my lips.
“You smoke?” Eddie asked, tapping his fingers poignantly on the metal of the lunchbox, drawing my attention to it.
“Uh, I have at a couple of parties before. Nothing crazy. I don’t get out too much.”
“You should smoke with me sometime,” he offered, big brown eyes on me yet again. “The guys from Hellfire usually come over on Friday nights to hang out. It’s nothing crazy. You’re welcome to join if you’re ever looking for something to do on a Friday night. Even if it’s hanging out with the freaks.”
“I don’t believe in that shit,” I said with a shrug. “People here want to label each other so badly. Like we’re not all out here with weird interests and shit. I never thought you were a freak.”
“No?”
His curiosity piqued, Eddie leaned forward and set his lunch box on my dashboard before turning his body to completely face mine, arms crossed on my centre console.
“You don’t think I’m even a little bit…freaky?” he crossed his eyes as he spoke, making a laugh slip from my lips.
“Nah,” I said, trying my best to hide my smile from him. “I’ve always thought you were eccentric, but you’ve always been nice. And you’re good with Harrison. That’s a win in my books.”
Eddie grinned, the adorable gesture lighting up his face in such a way that I found myself unconsciously grinning back. He studied me for a few more moments before grabbing his lunchbox and popping the door open. Almost as if he had the timing down, the high pitched clatter of the school bell permeated the air the minute he did so.
“You’re alright, Dixon,” he hummed. “Like I said, invitation is always there to join us on a Friday sometime if you’re ever bored enough.”
“I’m bored plenty,” I blurted out, feeling heat blossom down my neck at my hasty choice of words.
Why was I absolutely floundering every time this man turned his grin on me?! I wanted to sink into the floor then and there. When he slid out of the car and didn’t acknowledge my words, I felt like throwing up. It took a minute, however, to register that he was actually coming around the front of the car to open up my door.
Blushing for another reason entirely, I murmured a soft thank you and clutched my bag to my chest as we started walking together toward the school. All I could feel were his eyes, his face unreadable to me as I didn’t know him that well yet.
Yet.
My blush deepened at the thought of getting to know Eddie, of actually hanging out with him and his friends one Friday night and maybe getting high. Would I ever have the nerve to go through with that? Would I ever have the time, knowing how much of my life was dedicated to Harrison's needs?
“Hey Dixon?” Eddie murmured, his voice soft and sweet as the snow swirled around us. “If you ever have a long day again and want company…let me know, ok? You’re always welcome at the Hellfire table. Since you don’t care about us being freaks.”
“Never have, never will.”
“Yeah, you’re alright Dixon.”
“You’re not too bad yourself, Munson.”
He gave me a two-finger salute and headed toward the East wing of the school, his retreating figure soon vanishing into the now heavily falling snow.
As I bit my lip and headed in the opposite direction I wondered if maybe, just maybe, I should start making more time for myself again.
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