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"You're not as bad as you make them think”, Chrissy said, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning on the wall, while sketching a clever smile on her lips as she faced him.
Eddie approached her, smiling as he looked down; his hands in his pockets in that usual relaxed posture.
He only looked up when his face was inches from Chrissy's, suddenly becoming serious as the two stared at each other in silence.
"And you're not as terrifying as I thought you'd be, sweet Chrissy...", Eddie whispered against the young girl's lips.
Jason: Bad. Pasta: Good. (E.Munson x Chrissy)
Word Count: 992
Warnings: None
Eddie Munson and Chrissy Cunningham had what could only be described as an unusual friendship. I mean, who would have thought that a metalhead drug dealer and a sweetheart cheerleader would become the best of friends? When they were seen together, which was almost every day, most people thought one of two things; that Eddie was being an asshole with an ulterior motive against the innocent girl, or that they were romantically involved. But believe it or not, they were simply close friends.
Eddie knew the type of girl Chrissy was. Sweet, well-mannered, overly trusting, and pure. Because of these qualities she possessed, he felt the overwhelming urge to always look out for her, whether she actually needed it or not. She was by no means stupid, but sometimes she truly couldn’t see the real evil intentions of others. Which is why when she started to get closer and closer with the known jock and bully Jason Carver, he knew he had to step in.
“Come on, is he really that bad?” Chrissy questioned, fiddling with her hands underneath the picnic table.
“Yes, Chrissy! He isn’t good for you! I swear to christ if you caught him when he wasn’t looking, he would be stepping on kittens or something.” Eddie accused, feeling so strongly that he leaned half of his body over the table they were seated at.
“I don’t know….he’s really nice to me! He even bought my cookies at lunch today when he saw that I forgot my money!”
Eddie groaned loudly and rolled his eyes, then stood up from his seat.
“Chrissy, I love ya, I do.” He leaned against the nearby tree, crossing his arms in the process. “But jesus child, you need guidance.”
Chrissy gasped with her mouth wide open.
“Eddie Munson, you just want me for yourself, don’t you?”
Eddie and Chrissy stared blankly at each other in silence for a moment….before bursting out in laughter.
“Don’t you ever say that again, you absolute booger.” Eddie grinned as he spoke.
“Booger? Gross!” Chrissy exclaimed.
“Listen, do what you want, I can’t stop you obviously, but I’m telling you….Carver is not a good idea.”
“What if I….” She paused and twisted her mouth in thought. “What if I just went on one date? See how it goes?”
Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose with two fingers and then returned to the bench attached to the picnic table, this time on the side where Chrissy was sitting.
“Sweet pea, sugar, honey, snickerdoodle….you innocent little bean. Please do not do that.” Eddie placed his hands together in a praying position in front of him. “He may seem nice and would probably still have a nice guy act during the date. But. I. Promise. You.” He gently took hold of her hands. “He is not the right guy for you. You could do so much better.”
Chrissy’s eyes drifted down, seemingly staring at the silver metal of Eddie’s rings. Anything to avoid his pleading gaze.
“You….you really think it’s a bad idea?”
The softness of her voice tugged at Eddie’s heart strings.
“Yes.” He did his best to match her softness. “I swear on Ozzy I would rather you go for almost anybody else in our shit hole school.”
Chrissy giggled at the use of ‘Ozzy’. It reminded her how special their friendship really was, how unique they were. She valued his advice and opinions and wouldn’t trade their friendship for the world. Certainly, not for a jock like Jason Carver.
“Okay.” She said quietly, barely above a whisper.
Eddie’s eyes lit up like Christmas lights.
“Really?!?”
He jumped up from the table abruptly, causing her to jump. A large toothy smile grew on her face.
“Yes, really! I’ll take your word for it. No Jason Carver.” Chrissy wagged her index finger side to side with her lips formed into an exaggerated pout.
“Good. That’s what I like to hear.”
Eddie ruffled her hair like she was a small child.
“Eddie!! Careful!! You’ll mess up my ponytail!! And do you know how long it takes to get my bangs right?”
Another eye roll.
“Ohhhh noooooo!! I messed up Ms. Cheerleader’s hair!! Whatevverrrrr will we do?!??!?”
In a dramatic act, Eddie pretended to faint.
“What are you doing?? You’re crazy!” Chrissy was laughing so hard that her words had to be spoken between panting breaths.
“Yeah, maybe. But ya love me. Anyway, my stomach is about to start eating itself and I know Wayne is cooking his super secret spaghetti recipe tonight soooo….you wanna come over for dinner? I guarantee that you will get more out of this pasta than you ever would Jason.”
“He wouldn’t mind having me?”
Eddie shook his head.
“No, of course not.”
“Okay!”
The pair of friends grabbed their backpacks and began walking out of the woods the picnic table was in. With each step they took, piles of leaves crunched beneath their feet.
“So…secret recipe, huh?” Chrissy inquired.
“Yep! It’s damn good too.”
“What’s so secret about it?”
Eddie gave her a look of uncertainty.
“Ohhh I don’t know. It’s pretty secret.” Eddie teased.
“I won’t tell, I promise! My lips are sealed!” She moved her fingers across her lips to imitate the motion of a zipper being closed.
Eddie looked to his right, to his left, then behind himself.
“The secret is…..”
Chrissy stared at him with wide eyes, impatiently waiting.
“The secret is he uses canned sauce and tells everybody it’s homemade. The good ol’ Munson Ragu family recipe.” He snickered.
“Eddie!”
“Hey, I wasn’t lying, it is a secret!”
The sounds of laughter joined hands with the crunching leaves and light breeze blowing through each of their full heads of hair. At some points, Chrissy could swear that her best friend was listening to the loud rumbling of her empty stomach. She was more than happy to indulge in this top secret Munson Ragu recipe.
Grace Van Dien is bisexual therefore Chrissy Cunnigham is a bi icon that's the law
Random thing I like about Eddie: when he mentions Chrissy cheerleading and imitates cheerleaders, he immediately clarifies that he thinks it's a cool thing so it doesn't look like he's making fun of it
i think he's just neat