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It had been a shit show of a day and it was only noon.
First of all you'd slept through your alarm so you were late getting up which meant you were running late for work, then you'd popped a tire about six blocks away from where you needed to be leaving you to hoof it on foot trying to take shortcuts which only made you later when your sneaker got stuck on something disgusting in an alleyway and you had to spend five extra minutes dealing with that, so you were late for work after all which caused your boss to ream you out about timekeeping and how lazy this generation was and because you needed to be "taught a lesson about hard work" you'd been given the absolute worst job in the entire place which meant you being up to your elbows in sludge and other various unspeakable substances.
When your shift had finally ended all you'd wanted to do was go home and curl up in bed but then wouldn't you know it the manager's son who was supposed to work the closing shift had calling in 'sick' so you'd had to stay on and now there you were standing in the pouring rain waiting on your ride that had apparently forgotten all about you since they were now, according to your watch, forty five minutes late.
All you wanted to do in that moment was cry, it had been possibly the worst day of your life and the universe didn't seem to want to let up any time soon. Rifling through your pockets and your purse you made your way to the payphone on the corner of the store and dialled the only other person you could think of to help you out of this mess,
"Munson"
"Eddie, baby, can you come pick me up? I know you've got Hellfire tonight at the school but I - " you had to stop for a moment to wipe away the tears that were streaming down your face and try to sniff quietly so your boyfriend wouldn't hear how pathetic you sounded,
"Hey, hey, what's going on? Are you crying?"
"It's stupid, just a bad day at work. I shouldn't have called, have fun at hellfire!" you did your best to sound upbeat before ending the call and with another sniff you steeled yourself for the long walk home.
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The universe was really really not in your favour today. Staring up at your dark home you frowned, no wonder no one was around to pick you up from work they weren't even home and you didn't have any keys because you hadn't grabbed them on your way out the door thinking you wouldn't need them,
"Maybe I ought to just lay down in the street and hope a homicidal clown comes to take me away" the thought was tempting, even if you still hadn't finished that book entirely yet.
So instead you stood there on the doorstep trying to figure out if your parents might have left a window open somewhere that you might be able to shimmy in through or if your cranky old neighbour might let you dry off in their place when your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of wheels on asphalt before coming to a screeching halt at the end of your driveway.
Like a golden carriage from a fairy tale there was a beat up old van you'd recognise anywhere and behind the wheel the frizzy curls of none other than Eddie Munson,
"Get in the van!" he called opening the passenger side door so you could jump in, "come on!"
Your legs moved on their own not even waiting for your brain to catch up and you took off running down the driveway and leapt into the van,
"How did you know where I was?"
"After you called I came to get you but you weren't at work and you weren't on any of the main streets so I figured you'd tried to take a shortcut home and this is where I'd find you"
"You came looking for me?" somehow you couldn't quite believe that Eddie had come in search of you especially when it was a Hellfire night, "what about Hellfire?"
"Cancelled it. You needed me more" he smiled at you and you felt the warmth of the sun in those big beautiful brown eyes of his and you couldn't help it. You started crying. Which in turn kind of freaked Eddie out, "Hey woah what come on don't cry, it's ok, look whatever I did I'm sorry i know I'm a jerk sometimes but please babe stop crying!"
His attempts to get you to stop crying by reaching out for you or looking your way for a second while he tried to keep his eyes on the road were adorable to say the least. The poor boy looked so confused, it was endearing.
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When the van pulled up outside Eddie's the rain had subsided and you were able to get into the brightly light trailer without adding to the dampness of your already soaked clothes and hair. The familiar smell of beer, cigarette smoke, weed and the cheap cologne Eddie used was inherently comforting and you wondered when Eddie's trailer had started to seem more like home than your parents house,
"Wayne was at the laundromat earlier today so there's clean towels and I'll get you a dry shirt" Eddie was talking at a million miles an hour as you sat on his bed looking around at the posters you'd become so familiar with, "there should be plenty of hot water so stay in there as long as you like"
"In where?" you questioned, truthfully you hadn't really been listening to him as he spoke, too absorbed in your own little world,
"The shower dummy" he laughed flicking your forehead, "for someone so smart you sure don't listen" the teasing smile on Eddie's face made you roll your eyes,
"I'm listening" you argued with a similar smile. Eddie just pressed a tshirt into your hands and gave you a little push towards the bathroom.
You didn't intend to spend as long as you did in the shower but once the hot water hit your frigid skin you couldn't bring yourself to step out, it was only the fear of using up all the hot water that pushed you to turn the faucet off and leave the bathroom now clad only in a pair of boxer shorts and one of Eddie's old faded Motley Crue shirts.
The sounds of music were coming softly from Eddie's bedroom and you padded your way back in announcing yourself just as softly,
"There's my girl" Eddie beamed at you from his spot on the bed, "I wondered where she went"
If you lived to be a hundred you didn't think you'd ever get tired of looking at Eddie, no matter what anyone else thought about him, the reputation he'd garnered at school for being a 'freak' a 'burnout' and worse. You didn't care about any of that, you loved him through and through.
"Thanks for coming to get me. Today was … difficult"
"Come on, why don't you tell me all about it and you can tell me who it was that made you cry first"
"That was - " Eddie cut you off with a soft kiss as you climbed onto the bed next to him, his hand cupping your face to bring you closer to him,
"No one makes my girl cry. Now, tell me all about your day. We've got time before the pizza arrives"
Eddie Munson was many things to many people but to you he would always be the kindest person, someone you could always rely on no matter what. Your very own Prince Charming, in a leather jacket.