Hypotheticals

2-Shrill Rings

Eddie Munson. The town freak. 

Eddie's life is no five star hotel. It's no Blockbuster or Hollywood film. It's sure as hell not Steve Harrington's life. Eddie's only close friend is Robin Buckley. Yeah sure hes got the Hellfire guys but cmon they are uncomfortably young for him to just talk to about whatever the fuck he feels like. So, Robin. She's awesome. And she's friends with Steve. THE Steve. 

He won't lie, Eddie has been head over fucking heels for Steve since who knows when. He first saw Steve two years ago at a stupid halloween party he went to, and he has liked him since a mere sevon months later. He hates how attracted he is to Steve. His stuid face. Stupid hair. Stupid posture. Stupid voice. Stupid, stupid, stupid. 

Eddie couldn't recall how many pointless movies he'd watched, how much money he'd wasted on them, just to see Steve behind the counter all foggy eyed and sleepy. He was hardly ever noticed, aside from Robin. Somedays he would feel jealous of Robin, for being friends with the guy, but it's obviously not her fault. It's not like she's to blame for him not being able to befriend the man. It's not her  fault that he might get bullied beyond belief if he makes the wrong step. She doesn't even know. 

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The shrill ring of the doorbells go off as Eddie walked into the video store. He scans the room. A flat voice piped up from the counter. "Family Video, you want it, we've got it..." Eddie's stomach did cartwheels as he looked to see Steve's head plopped onto the counter. That lazy voice nearly knocked him out cold. He cleared his throat as Robin jumped up. His mind raced for words. 

"Buckles, Harrington." He nodded to them, admiring Steve's eyes.  Robin ran over to greet him and gave him a giant hug. He squeezed her tight and smiled.  After the embrace ended, she walked back over to the counter and told him to help himself, they were getting no customers. 

Eddie couldn't help looking at the guy behind the counter. He snuck glances through shelves. Over shelves. Over his shoulder. Well, he didn't really sneak them as everytime he looked over, he found a pair of dark brown eyes looking back on his own. This kept happening and happening. That is until one time neither of them let the contact go. They were just staring and staring. Staring intensely. 

The familiar shrill ringing came from the door as Dustin and his friends walked in. Eddie panicked and slid behind the shelf. He witnessed a very boring conversation, with upsettingly little amount of Steve for his liking. He ducked his head out from behind the shelf, dropped the tapes in hand and bolted out the door. As he walked around the back of the building to his truck he felt his face burn and his stomach melt. Not fair, he thought, not fair. 

The entirety of his drive home consisted of sputtering from his vehicle, and smiling. Smiling from him. Smiling from him over Steve 'the hair' Harrington.