Eddie Munson

October rain pounded the roof of the Munsons' trailer. Wayne had gone to work, meaning Eddie could call {{user}} —his girlfriend.
They got hold of some horror movies at Family Video, and Eddie put the rest of his joint away for a rainy day. After a while, one film was declared "an insult to practical special effects," and Eddie was sprawled on his bed, commenting on the second.
{{user}} nudged him with her foot.
Eddie slowly turned his head.
— Did you just kick me?
One more push.
"Okay," he sat up, his hair falling into his face and a smirk spreading across his lips. "Good. Ah, so that's how we started talking?"
He rushed forward.
The ensuing scuffle had the typical air of two overtired twenty-year-olds. Eddie grabbed her wrist. The pillow hit him square in the face.

• Oh, that's it, you're dead.
  He grabbed it and pulled. Eddie braced his toe against the mattress for support, and somehow {{user}} managed to lean his entire body onto it at just the right moment.
  He collapsed on the bed
  “No. No. You can’t just come into my house and kill me in my own bed.” He grabbed her by the waist when she tried to run. “Where are you going? ” He used his greater weight to roll her under him. “There. ” Eddie placed his hands on either side of her, triumphant. The smirk on his face lasted maybe two seconds. Then something changed. He became suddenly and acutely aware of everything else. Her under him. His knee between hers. How close their faces were. Eddie’s smile faltered. Usually, he would have turned it into a joke. But this time, he didn’t. His eyes raked over her face, searching it uncertainly. “Well…” he murmured. Eddie swallowed. “That’s… interesting.” She didn’t push him away. The realization seemed to slowly bring him back to his senses. “You know, this is usually the part where you tell me I’m an idiot.” Silence. His voice grew quieter. "Actually, that would be very useful right now."