one last thing. (eddie munson x mike's sister)

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the day was relatively uneventful.

english, math, biology, chemistry, art, textiles.

i hated that we had to take textiles as a mandatory course still.

i mean come on, it's 1986, not 1886!

i wanted to do all science and history courses, but women have to to sewing and cooking.

art was my only release class.

eddie and i had that in common.

i sat down at the bench we shared and pulled my sketchbook from my bag, taking a pencil from the side pocket and beginning to just loosely sketch whatever my hand wanted.

"i don't really care what you guys do today, just keep it quiet, ok?" our professor instructed, turning on the radio in the back of the room near our bench and sitting at his desk, falling asleep.

"you ok? you're really quiet." eddie remarked, glancing at me.

"i'm fine, just stressed. i have a chemistry exam next week and a biology exam two days after that." i said, not looking up from my page.

"yikes, i like not taking sciences."

"you take environmental studies dumbass."

"that's environment, not science."

"it's literally a science course."

"whatever." he sighed with a small giggle.

"go sit opposite me."

"what?" he questioned.

"go sit on the bench opposite me, i need to see your face."

he got up and moved, raising a brow at me.

"rest your jaw on your right fist."

he did as i asked, waiting for an explanation.

i began to sketch and map, finally getting a basic face shape done.

i started carving in smaller details, his eyes, his nose, his hair, his mouth.

"you can come back now." i started to refine and shade.

"are you drawing me?"

"shut up." i said, punching him in the arm as i worked.

"you coming to hellfire tonight?" he asked, loosely painting something in his book.

"there's another campaign tonight?"

"they're twice a week."

"i have work, but i could probably come after?"

"5-9, band room."

i nodded.

"i get off work at 4:30, i'll be there."