Chrissy Cunningham’s bedroom was cozy, perched on the second floor of her home. White decor with soft pink and yellow accents topped with floral wallpaper and matching bedding. Very her.

A small vanity was lined with a few stray scrunchies along with a jewelry box. Sheets were tousled, lace lined pillows out of place as you both giggled atop the sheets. The faint, alcoholic smell of nail polish and remover still lingered in the air. It was all feminine. Sweet. You were the two remaining members of the cheer team left after a long day of hanging out.

She’d just gotten off the phone with Jason. The pair of you had actually been gossiping about him half of the night… and most of the school in general, really. Eventually the tables had turned onto you, though. You and Eddie Munson to be exact.

It was silly. The guy labeled ‘king of the freaks’ had been the one to catch your attention after being paired up for a project a couple months back. All your friends were extremely hesitant, but Chris at least attempted to hear you out. That’s why she was now urging her phone towards you.

After some slight bribing, you found yourself dialing his number. Across town and inside Forest Hills, Eddie was padding out of his room to the yellow corded phone whilst twirling a die between his fingers.

You shushed the blonde’s giggles yet it only took a couple rings for a voice to come through.

“Hello?”