ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪᴠᴇ ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏᴛᴀᴘᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ ᴍᴜɴꜱᴏɴ

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 1: ᴛᴇxᴀꜱ ᴄʜᴀɪɴꜱᴀᴡ ᴍᴀꜱꜱᴀᴄʀᴇ

You truly did envy your two best friends at times like this, chit-chatting about their love interests. Robin had a huge crush on a girl in band and Steve, well he had probably had sex with the best part of Hawkins by now. You, however, you hadn't even held hands romantically before, you couldn't even pretend you had a crush because you didn't. That was probably because of the yunno, trying to save the world while also trying to get into college thing.

You craved some kind of normal teenage crush, something exciting that would distract you from the horrors you and your friends had seen last year. Someone fun, someone that would listen to you. God knows you needed it.

"You're always so zoned out... everything okay?"

Robin asked patting your shoulder softly as she ciphered through a few of the tapes that were new in the store. Delivery day was a bitch.

"Oh yeah... yeah everything's fine... you guys still leaving early today?"

You asked it kindly but internally you were wishing you'd never offered to cover for your friends. Working at the store wasn't too bad when they were there, but alone, it was torture. Having to explain to old ladies what videotapes even were, on your own, well that was not something you would experience willingly. But you were a good friend, too good sometimes.

"Yeah Steve's got a hot date and my mum is making me shop for a bridesmaid dress... why the fuck I agreed to be a bridesmaid for my super girly cousin is beyond me..."

"Well have fun guys... I'll just be here... alone..."

The door chimed and Steve looked over before sniggering and raising an eyebrow, his hand combing through his thick hair. If you weren't such good friends, and if you didn't see him as a brother, you would appreciate how hot Steve really was.

"Well, not completely alone... Eddie the freak Munson just walked in..."

"Well on that note... we'd better be off... good luck with Ozzy over there..." Robin joked, saluting you before the two of them left. Great. Now you were spending your Saturday with the goonies and the resident leader of the hellfire club, Eddie Munson.

You were so tired, your eyes blurring as you rested your chin on your palm. You loved the goonies, but even that couldn't keep you occupied right now. The thought of your warm bed and a bag of sour cream chips invaded your brain before a soft clearing of a throat brought you from your reverie.

Blinking a couple of times you looked up to see the very same Eddie Munson. He looked different than he did in math class, his eyes were wider now, more alert. Maybe he just wasn't bored stiff, that was somehow reassuring.

"Can I... help you?" You asked it kindly, trying not to judge him off the preconceived opinions your friends held. Don't judge a book by its cover, that's what your mum always told you. And yeah, he stunk of skunk and was known for dealing drugs, but surely there was more to him?

His brown eyes blinked as a crooked grin fell upon his lips "Yeah uh... you wouldn't happen to have Texas chainsaw massacre, would you? I can't find it in the horror section..."

With a brief nod, you scoured the crappy box of a computer, your nose scrunching as you managed to find it. One copy. It was almost obvious that a guy like Eddie would choose a movie that was banned in a couple states. Stereotypical even.

"It's your lucky day... one copy left... just one sec..."

Eddie watched through the crack in the stock room door as you leant up to grab his tape. His eyes lingered on the exposed skin as your shirt rode up. He wanted to graze it with his finger, pull you close and rock you in his arms. Not that you had any idea, I mean to you he was sure that he was just the weird metalhead who didn't know when to shut up. But to him, to him you were everything.

This is exactly why when he'd overhead Henderson mention that l/n worked at the video store, he had to pay a visit. Even if you just shared a casual conversation, or just simple pleasantries, it would be enough to keep Eddie's infatuation under the surface. Cause at the moment, every time he saw you he just wanted to stand on a table, point at you, and scream

"MY NAMES EDDIE MUNSON AND MAN I LOVE THAT WOMAN RIGHT THERE!!"

"Here ya go..."

You scanned the tape through and began to hum quietly under your breath, the silence making you a little uncomfortable. You didn't like silence very much, usually with friends like Steve and Robin you didn't have to experience it, but unfortunately, they weren't here. It was just you and Eddie Munson.

"Joy division huh?"

Maybe the tunes of disorder by one of your favourite bands had caught eddies attention, I mean they were alternative, and looking at him well, he wasn't exactly the most straight-laced guy.

"Yeah they're awesome, the whole Manchester scene is, shame most of those bands are dying out though, I mean it all went downhill when Ian Curtis died... sorry I'm rambling aren't I?"

God, you were perfect. A secret music nerd too? He could just sit a listen to you talk all day.

"No, carry on... it's refreshing to hear someone talk about something interesting and not like... the basketball game or I don't know man... pep rallies and shit..."

You couldn't help but smile at that. The metalhead wasn't the most articulate, but his sentiment meant more than how he had explained himself.

"Yeah, that's true... so that will be five bucks..."

Eddie soon scrambled for his wallet, sliding over a five-dollar bill, as you went to grab it your fingertips met. Your arm tingled and after a very tense couple of seconds you took the money, printed his receipt and bagged up his tape. You didn't wanna look up into his coffee coated iris's, you had to of been building this up in your head, desperate for any kind of romantic connection. That's all that was.

"Well there ya go... enjoy your slasher, Eddie..."

"That I will l/n... that I will..."

As Eddie reluctantly left the store, he couldn't help but grin like a mad man with one thing on his mind. What movie could he buy next time?