Would anyone be interested in a continuation?
Howdy howdy, tumblr. I basically never write, and I certainly never share it when I do, and since I have like 6 followers, who may or may not be bots, this may be pointless, but before I dedicate any substantial time to this, I wanted to see if anyone would be interested in it to begin with! So, without further ado, here’s the intro to my Eddie Munson x reader fic. :)
Eddie Munson was an idiot. He just couldn’t decide if he was more idiotic for being a walking cliché and having a crush on the girl next door, or if it was more idiotic trying to make himself hate her for mundane, stupid reasons so he wouldn’t be that cliché.
She had moved in that summer, so he knew very little for a fact. Yet still, he told himself she was a cookie cutter, preppy school girl who would laugh at him if he ever spoke to her. She was a party girl or maybe a jock. It didn’t matter that he never saw her with any friends, that she lived in the same trailer park as him with what he could only surmise was her grandma, that the only time she ever left home was riding her bike to her job at the bookstore, always coming home right after. It didn’t matter when she strummed a cheap little acoustic guitar on the front porch, the tip of her tongue poked out in concentration while flipping through a music book and fumbling through chords. She was probably playing some lame pop music anyway.
And it certainly didn’t matter when school started, with both Eddie and her in their senior year (him yet again) and she sat right at the front of the classrooms (teacher’s pet) or tripped all over herself and others in gym (ok, maybe not a jock, but definitely a prep) or smiled uncomfortably when anyone tried to talk to her and got red and sweaty (maybe just a party girl then?) and sat alone at lunch, occasionally looking wistfully at all the groups of friends, and still dutifully rode her bike to her job after school and right home after that, even on weekends, even making a little time to keep fumbling on her guitar.
Yeah, Eddie was an idiot, and after about a month of school and seeing the pretty girl he’d been judging muddle her way through as lonely and isolated as he had been, he couldn’t help but mentally berate himself for that idiocy.
It was towards the end of September when one morning a thunderstorm struck just as Eddie was getting ready for school, late of course, which essentially consisted of brushing his teeth, fingercombing his hair, and throwing his half-finished homework into his backpack (with a smell-check of his t-shirt, which was basically fresh). He ran to his van with his backpack over his head, then peeled out, spraying mud as he did. A startled scream made him slam the breaks and look out the passenger window. There was his girl next door, bike at her side, already soaked to the bone, covered in mud.
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