Getting up at the crack of dawn on the weekend wasn't my thing, ever. My parents usually had to get creative in order for me to get out of bed.
I think it was about the fifth time my dad attempted to wake me up, I'd groan and say I'm getting up then just roll over and go back to sleep and then..
"Holy shit!" I screech, shooting up in bed as an air horn goes off, covering my ears immediately to rid of the sound "Really?!" I yell at my dad who stands smugly in the door way "It worked, didn't it?" He tosses the air horn up then catches it in his hand.
What an asshole.
My dad and I never really saw eye to eye or got along, the same can be said for my mom. They wanted this preppy daughter who listens to Abba and goes on tea dates in the mornings, that was not me and would never be me.
They kept hoping I'd come around, be that type of girl and the older I got.. the further away I got from their idealistic expectations. I think half the reason I went so far opposite is because they were pushing on me something I wasn't.
They hate my clothes, they hate my style, they hate my haircut, my few (I thought well hidden) tattoos, they hate my music, they hate the guys I hang around.. well minus Steve and Dustin now.
We just have nothing in common. No understanding of one and other. It sucks but I'm not going to change who I am just so I can fit the mold of who they want me to be.
So I had a shower, got changed and ready. We were going to some breakfast place and then to some boring old museum that touches on history of something, you know I really didn't pay attention when my mother tried to talk to me about it.
I literally wished for myself to be physically Ill so I didn't have to go, unfortunately it didn't work but I did have an idea in mind..
"Here's the plan, you're going to fake sick and I'm going to be the awesome cousin who stays behind to take care of you." I put on a winning grin, staring at Dustin while trying to put on the facade of an Angel
"what?" He asks quickly "Why me?" I rip my eyes at his question "Because you are the innocent one, everyone will believe you." It was true, painfully true.
"And what do I get out of this exactly?" Dustin weighs his hands up and down "You won't have to go to the museum," I state as he nods quickly, his baseball cap bobbing with "Okay yeah, I'm sold."
It took a little convincing but we managed to get our parents agreement that Dustin and I stay behind while my parents and my aunt (his mom) continue with their plans. I promised, swore across my heart I would take care of sweet, sick little Dustin.
Just saying that was enough to make me feel sick to my stomach.
"Now what?" Dustin flops down on the couch in my living room, "I don't know," I flop down beside him with a huff "We could talk about you and Eddie," he shimmies his shoulders excitedly as I shoot him a glare
"Or.. " he widens his eyes "We could go play air hockey," Dustin's head tilts to the side, his upturned deep blue eyes squinting as he smiled "Yeah that definitely sounds better,"
One good thing about my house is that we had a multitude of things to do, air hockey, table football, pool.. it was just never fun when playing on your own.
Dustin and I set ourselves up at the air hockey table, he puts his finger up to quickly wager a bet "if I win, you have to tell me what's going on with you and Eddie," he pulls out the air hockey disk, I give him a look of disbelief "and if I win?"
He puts the desk on the table as I turn it on, "I'll let you tell everyone about the Thanksgiving when I was six" he states slowly, "you must be confident in winning then," which he shouldn't be.
"I've been practicing, " his face lights up as he speaks, I doubt he was that good, I have been beating him at air hockey for years. "Okay fine," I agree, getting ready to play
"But don't be blaming me and crying to your mom when your little secret gets let out." I grin, watching him hit the disk towards me.
May the best cousin win.
"No, no no!" I scream, the disk sliding into the goal and Dustin effectively winning. I slam the slider down on the table with a groan of frustration escaping my lips, Dustin cheering himself on and his roar of laughter filling the room.
"You cheated, somehow!" I point my finger at him accusingly "You said that about the last three rounds." He was now laughing at my misery "This is so dumb," I huff, a poor sport.
"Come on, fess up," Dustin opens and shuts his hand, awaiting information. "There's nothing to fess up to," I throw my arms up, "So not true. Whatever was going on at school, the D game and Steve told me about.."
Dustin's voice faded into the background as I let out a dramatic gasp "That little twerp!" My shocks causes Dustin's laughter to kick back in, enjoying my performance.
"He's just," I pause, motioning to a face and body that isn't in front of me "Ahhehh," an odd noise comes out of my mouth, sighing as I bow my head.
"I'm going to need that in English," Dustin's contagious child like smile causes me to grin, "I kinda like him, I think? I don't know." I give a small shrug of my shoulders as I pace around the room
"I don't know what's going on between us, honestly. I feel out of the loop too, I just… I don't want to get hurt again." I say quietly, making small circles in the basements carpet with my foot.
Dustin cranes his neck out, itching absentminded at the back of his head that's covered by his hat "I probably shouldn't say this but.. Eddie is.." he tries to find the words that are likely to get him in the least trouble
"He's got a heart too. You know? He's got this reved up persona but he's just a guy, a misunderstood one." Dustin's lips tug into a small smile "He hurts too," he gives a small nod, "Be careful." He nearly whispers, tone filled with compassion.
I was almost certain my parents would never get home, how long could a museum keep you? How could they find it so enthralling that they spent almost seven hours there? I hope I never reach that level of lame.
Eventually Dustin and I ran out of things to do, so we started playing a game of who could toss the ball furthest down the road. Until we got yelled at.. Then we kinda vegged out, became one with the couch and television.
There isn't much to do in Hawkins, If anything. It really is a create your own fun kind of town. It's surprising more kids aren't getting in trouble.
Dustin and I seat at the dining table with my parents and his mom, Dustin magically feeling so much better. How everyone believes him so easily, no idea but I wish I had that kind of charm.
"So, parental figures that I must ask when it comes to living my life…" strong start, I think "I have a.. thing tonight. At six." Yeah; a thing. That'll lesson the suspicion, not.
My dad sets down his fork and knife on the plate, Dustin eyeing me like I'm insane "A thing?" My dad props his elbows up on the table and leans forward, like it'll make me divulge information.
"Yeah," I say twirling my fork, "A thing.." I trail off again, avoiding eye contact. "A boy, maybe." I whisper, praying they don't hear me "You're finally going out with Steve!" My mom beams as Dustin snorts. I kick his foot under the table "Sorry." He mutters, trying not to laugh as he sinks back in his chair.
"Oh god, not another air head, head banging, no-good punk." My dad sighs loudly, burying his face in his hands. Very nice dad, way to be open minded.
My mom pats my hand "Honey, we've talked about this.." she says quietly, trying to stop the scene before it starts. I swing my head back, groaning loudly "He's not like that," I squeeze my eyes closed
"So he isn't into all that devil worshipping crap?" My dad bites, I fling my head back up.. slamming my hand on the table "First of all I'm into that music too, dad. Second of all it's not devil worshipping music!" I go off, so infuriated that my nails are digging into my palms.
"Eddie isn't.." Dustin's voice is quiet as he starts to speak up "He's not a bad guy." My mom puts a hand up to stop him, "You don't need to cover for Alison," she quickly says with lowered brows. Oh my god, you have to be kidding me.
"You're not going, that's the end of story." My dad points his butterknife at me, his nostrils flared and mouth contorted angrily.
"And if I do?" I narrow my eyes, leaning towards him from across the table. "You'll be grounded. No music, no friends, no television.." He starts listing off things, using his fingers as he goes.
"And you guys wonder why I never tell you anything," I basically snarl, quickly getting up from my seat and heading for my room "Alison Lynn Clark, this conversation is not over!" My mother yells after me, I stop at the bottom of the stairs
"You don't even know him and yet you're already against him!" I argue, enraged. "Come June, I'll be graduated and then what mom? Hmm?" I inch closer to her with my hands balled into fists
"You can't keep me here forever. I'll be free to do as I please," I'm huffing now, so angered and upset that I was dealt these parents "Not as long as your under our roof," my dad calls out from the dining room
"Fine," I laugh "Fine. You know what? If that's what you guys want, I'll be out of here come graduation." It feels like I have steam coming out of my ears, they love me so much yet it's always conditional.
"Alison…" my mother starts quietly, a knock at the front door distracting us from our argument of the week.
"Hi, sorry.. I didn't know if I had the right house." Eddie's blinding white, charming smile does nothing for my mother as she looks at me with a shake of her head. Eddie's eyes looking from me, to my mom then back to me.
Boy if only he knew what he just walked into.
I grab my coat off the rack "If you leave this house young lady -"my dad is now in the front hall, a finger angrily pointing at me "What dad? what?" I yell back, arms open.. ready for him to deal the worst "That's what I thought," I yell again at his silence,
"Let's go," I say to Eddie, pushing past my mom and walking out the door.
"Uhh.." Eddie looks back at my mom apologetically "What was that about?" He whispers down to me as he opens the door to the passenger side of his van "Never you mind." I say, jumping into the seat as a look of concern crosses his face.
"It's bullshit," I finally say through gritted teeth once we are a block away from my house "What?" Eddie glances over at me, one hand on the steering wheel
"Oh it's because of.." he pauses, gesturing to himself with his free hand. I give a small nod, sighing loudly "I get that a lot," he laughs to himself.
"Parents, am I right?" He tries to lighten the mood "I'm just so… tired of it." My hand rubs against my face "I'll never be what they want and yet they keep pushing," I grit my teeth,
"Maybe they'll come around one day, either way.. seems you're uh.. in trouble now." Eddie looks over at me, a grin on his face "I'm always in trouble," I finally let out a small laugh. Nothing I did was ever right to them and that would never change.
"So where are we going exactly? Is this the part where I find out you have a secret dungeon and I'm about to be your next victim?" I peer out the window as Eddie drives. A hard laugh escapes his plump lips "Oh I do have a dungeon," he teases, keeping his eyes on the road
"But no, not yet anyways." He continues to joke as he lightly elbows my side, I roll my eyes.. biting back a smile. "Do you smoke?" Eddie's eyes dart to a bag of weed in his center console "When I can," I give a nod "Parents and all." I add.
"Then.. at least for a few hours, your troubles are going to melt away." He muses. Pulling into an empty parking lot in the middle of nowhere, "Umm.." I look around, "I come here when I want to.. not think for a while." Eddie says slowly, putting his truck in park "Says every killer ever," I laugh.
Eddie swings his arm over my shoulders and directs us to a bench in the middle of a field, stadium type benches.. I note. Ah it's a soccer field. That makes me feel a little more at ease.
He puts down a camping lantern on the bench, turning it on as mosquitos begin to hover around it. Watching as he pulls a pack of papers out of his dark blue, knee shredded jeans.
Carefully I climb to the seat right below the top of the benches. Sitting down so I can lean back with out fear of falling off, Eddie follows suit recklessly - balancing with out caution what so ever.
He lays the paper flat against the bench, pulling the baggie out of his back pocket and grabbing some shredded up weed from it. Placing it on the paper evenly then beginning to roll it, all the while I'm as quiet as a mouse. Taking in the sounds of the crickets and frogs in the distance.
He brings the rolled up joint to his lips, his tongue trailing over the edge of the paper as he smooshes it together. "Such beautiful art," I laugh "It's a science," he laughs himself, full of pride.
We pass the joint back and forth, both slouching against the bench side by side. "So why here?" I ask curiously, "It's quiet, no one's ever around.." he blows out a puff of smoke "And.." he points up towards the sky.
I lean my head back against the bench, seeing the thousands, If not millions.. of stars above. "Wow," I breathe out, awestruck. I could never see this many stars so clearly in my old town, it was beautiful.
Eddie looks over at me as he passes the joint, a look on his face I had not seen before. Admiration? Maybe. I wasn't sure, but his face lit up so much.. softened way more than I had ever seen.. that cocky exterior fading away. He looked like he just saw heaven.
"What?" I mumble, going into a coughing fit as I inhale, passing him back the joint as I hit my chest. "Nothing," he grins, shaking his head as his long hair follows with.. knowing it wasn't nothing.
"Awe come on, don't get shy on me now." I giggle as he puts out the joint, placing the roach back in the baggie of weed. "This bet kind of blows," Eddie's fingers trail over his eyebrow.
"You have no idea how bad I want to.." He turns his head to look at me, before he can get the rest of his sentence out.. My lips press deeply into his own. "This doesn't count," I manage out between the parting of our lips,
"Of course not," he breathes heavily in a whisper, our tongues slowly sliding into the others mouth. I felt like I was going to melt just tasting him again, feeling his warm mouth against my own.
I slowly climb onto his lap, straddling him while never letting our lips break apart. His hand runs up my back, grabbing onto the hair at the nape of my neck. His other hand eagerly squeezes my hip as he leans into me.
I push my hips into him, desperate to feel his cock against me. Having wanted that again for what seemed like an eternity. My hand slowly slides up his plain black shirt, wanting to feel his skin.. his body, any part of him really.
We both rock our hips back and forth against each other, feeling his bulge grow against my pants. Eddie and I gasp for air as we pull apart from each other's lips, my jade green eyes locking with his amber brown eyes which seemed black in the dark of night.
Both of us squint our eyes as headlights enter the parking lot, blinding us as the vehicle parks right beside where Eddie has.
"Shit," I scramble to get off of him as we see the red and blue lights flicker on top of the vehicle "Ah fuck, fuck! I can't get caught with.." Eddie's fumbling around for his things, most importantly the weed baggie. "Go, go. It's fine," I urge Eddie as he stuffs everything in his pockets.
"I got this, just circle back in ten okay?" I whisper to him as he nods, both of us left sexually frustrated and annoyed.
Eddie practically flings himself off the benches, running into the darkness of the field and disappearing before I could even blink "Alison Clark?" The officer asks as I approach him "That would be me," I smile
"Your parents called.. they've been looking for you." His hands are on his hips as he looks down at me sternly "Where is Eddie?" He taps Eddie's van as I give an innocent shrug "No idea." I lie, clearly it was a lie but what was he really going to do? Arrest me?
"Not my problem," he sighs to himself with a shake of his head, gesturing towards his car "Get in," he directs. "Yes Mr. officer, whatever you say Mr, officer." I mess with him in a deeper tone, matching his. He looks back at me, shooting me a warning glare as I put my hands up in mock surrender.
I didn't want to let the thought cross my mind that this most certainly scared Eddie away, realizing that my parents are insane and go to great lengths to make my life a living hell.
Really, I didn't expect for him to talk to me or want to associate with me ever again. I didn't blame him.
I also realized.. I think I'm falling for Eddie Munson.