Elusive Dreaming

Babysitting a Fugitive-Eddie Munson

Babysitting a fugitive-Eddie Munson

Their undying love was like a forever careless whisper. You read before your book was rudely slammed against the counter. "What do you want Harrington?" You ask sarcastically with a tinge of irritation.

"You still owe me a favor correct?" He asked done checking something. He looked like a five-year-old on sugar. In fact, you did from an incident in which you just needed to be away from home."Yes I still dreadfully do," you replied rolling your eyes.

"I need you to come with me Robin can cover your shift." Steve stated, "What no, you could murder me or some shit!" You backfired knowing damn well you had levels over him.

"Fuck it let's go," you say giving into his puppy dog stare. It reminded you of a child who once came in at Scoops Ahoy before the mall burned down. The kid begged their mom for ice cream.

They wanted mint chips and the look they gave her melted her worse than the ice cream. Driving to a remote cabin in the woods near a lake. "You said you weren't going to kill me, Harrington." You sarcastically reminded him.

"I'm not alright," Steve began to get irritated with your little remarks. Arriving at the scene you noticed this is where Reefer Rick used to live before he got locked up. Keeping your mouth shut and your head down you followed Steve inside the boat house.

They were the fugitive on the lamb from the world. Sitting inside a canoe stuffing his face full of dried cereal and chocolate drink.

"This is the favor I asked for. You will be watching Eddie as well figure a way to get him out of this situation." Steve explained. You knew he didn't murder Chrissy Cunningham she was too much of a warm fluffy blanket of a person. Eddie was also a runner, not a fighter.

"Fine, I'll babysit the fugitive for a while," you joked agreeing with the deadliest stares coming from everyone else. They must have been wondering how you could joke at a time like this.

"Well you two have fun and we will be back soon." Robin said slapping her hands against her legs in exasperation. Eddie still sitting in the canoe decided to get up as they left.

"Alright let's just get the boring shit out of the way and set a few boundaries." Eddie proposed walking in a manor. More or less he was pacing back and forth.

"One, stay low clearly." Eddie said, "Two, no telling anyone I'm here, and you're here." He told you.

"No shit Sherlock that goes with number one and maybe I don't know I want to not get caught and thrown in the slammer for harboring a fugitive Eddie." You inform him of your thoughts and opinions. "Lastly, no sex or sleeping with each other." Eddie ended.

"One gross and two what about and two what about platonic sleeping not that it matters or anything." Your breathing uncomfortably speeds up along with your heart rate as you mutter the last part.

For years of being friends with Eddie in junior high, you think he would remember you. "No I only did that with-" Eddie started "with your childhood best friend." You finished cutting him off.

"How did you know that?" Eddie asked alarmed. "I don't know Sir Prince Edward Munson, I just do." You laugh as you used his old nickname. "Oh, my fucking god how did I not notice it was you!" Eddie exclaimed expressing positive emotion.

Something so beautiful and rare in a time like this.You didn't want to tell him that you knew based on his body language. Miles apart your heart races to long for your best friend.

Summer nights sat by a campfire telling awful ghost stories with Eddie. Other friends had many other things like a new hobby.

The smell of his mother's perfume as it rubbed off his clothes before he left the house. You didn't even notice how the B-side of your record began to skip when you left until now. As it played not so perfectly.