Sober {Eddie Munson}

Hot Chocolate and French Fries

The next few weeks passed quietly as Marguerite lived her life. She had seen much of Eddie since he had cut her off. One or two glances in the lunch room was all she saw of him as the days passed. Winter break was finally upon them and Marguerite had spent the first few days in the same sweat pants and shirt just watching movies and eating junk food. On the fourth day of her newly begun house hermit life, Susan pushed her into the bathroom and yelled at her to shower and go out and do something interesting. With a groan and a little bit of cursing Marguerite listened and soon she found herself on the opposite end of town in a small music store. Max was looking for a tape of some Kate Bush song about hills she had heard on the radio and Marguerite just wanted a cup of hot coca from the diner next door.

"Are you done yet?" She asked
"Yeah. They had it all the way at the back. As if this song isn't the best thing ever." Max replied.
"Yeah yeah, whatever. Let's go to the diner over there." She said

Two mugs of hot chocolate sat in front of them along with a big plate of warm fries to share.
There was no conversation. Marguerite never really knew what to say to Max ever since that night. Whatever came out always sounded forced or stupid.

"Billy would have hated this." Max suddenly said
"The hot chocolate?" Marguerite asked dumbly
"No...the weather. He was always so partial to the heat." Max said

Marguerite nodded in agreement

"That's because he wanted to walk around shirtless to show off." She laughed
"Do you remember that time you talked about his bed wetting infront of that group of popular girls back in California?" Max asked
"How could I forget? His face went bright red and he literally didn't speak to me for a week. Not to mention he punched me so hard I had a bruise on my arm for like two weeks." Marguerite laughed
"I'm pretty sure that was the only week I was the favorite sister." Max smiled

Marguerite laughed as she ate another fry.

"He did love you Max." Marguerite said
"Yeah well he had a shitty way of showing it." Max replied looking away
"Maybe. But Billy had his own ways. Even if he threatened to leave you at school a thousand times, he never actually would have. Our dad would have been furious plus, Billy didn't want you to be alone." Marguerite said
"How do you even know that? One time he pretended he was gonna run Mike Lucas and Dustin over for fun." Max pointed out
"He said it to me one night. He was drunk off his ass and smelled like 15 different girls. If I remember correctly he admitted to not wanting to be in Hawkins and that he thought Carol had a saggy rack. But then he got all sad and started saying that he didn't want you to live the way the two of us had." Marguerite softly admitted

Max was quiet as she absorbed this new information. Marguerite worried she had said too much for the young teen to handle.

"I think Carol has a saggy rack too." Max smirked

Marguerite and Max spent the next hour laughing as they swapped childhood story. It turned out the first time Max had stepped foot on a skateboard she had fallen on her face and chipped a tooth. Marguerite on the other hand once fell all the way down the steps trying to keep the remote from her dad who had just wanted to watch a football game. They continued like this until their conversation was rudely interrupted by a voice Marguerite knew all too well.

"Well well well. If it isn't the queen herself..."
"What do you want Eddie?" She groaned