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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 1: ᴇɴᴢᴏ'ꜱ ɪᴛᴀʟɪᴀɴ

It was all completely removed from what Eddie was used to. His eyes were trained to his face in the car mirror, his fingers fiddling with the dark curled tendrils of hair that he'd attempted to brush just moments prior. God, he was nervous. When he performed on stage he wasn't nervous, when he jumped on tables in the middle of the cafeteria he wasn't nervous and even when he'd do drug deals to some of the less than kind residents of Hawkins guess what, he wasn't nervous. However right now, Jesus H Christ his palms were sweating like his portly maths teacher in the height of summer.

Everything was reliant on this date going well. If he didn't impress you tonight, well that was it. You could so easily decide there was nothing there between you. Sure he'd made that huge statement, played freaking grease in the middle of family video just to get you to say yes, but that didn't mean you couldn't crush his heart, it was resting in the palm of your hand after all.

Another ring-clad hand raked through his hair as he used to other to slap the side of his cheek.

"Cmon Munson... get a fucking grip dude..."

Eddies eyes fell to the time on his wrist.

18:58

He'd told you to arrive at Enzo's Italian at seven o clock that same day. Sit-down meals weren't really eddies style, he was more of a six-pack of beer and a nice view kinda guy. However, after chatting to Robin and primarily Steve, he had suggested Enzo's was the perfect date spot. Eddie even rented a few rom-coms just to see what girls usually wanted, and low and behold, most of them were in fancy restaurants.

So that brought him to right now. Hair freshly washed and brushed, instead of a moth-bitten band-t he wore a flannel button-down and some not-so-ripped jeans. He looked... well he looked the same just less chaotic than normal, one could say slightly more well groomed.

Exiting the van that he had parked up the street, Eddie gripped the bouquet of roses like if he let them go they'd sprout wings and fly away. He whispered pick me ups with his eyes trained to his feet, he was yet to notice the odd stares from other people. Evil satanic cult leader Eddie Munson gripping... oh not a goat's skull, a bouquet of flowers.

Enzo's was finally in sight, and Eddie took one final breath before his eyes caught onto a lone figure standing outside the entrance. You were a vision. Truly the most breathtaking sight. Sure, Eddie thought you always looked gorgeous, you could have turned up in a bin bag and he would have thought you were the most beautiful girl in all of Hawkins, screw that the world. But shit, your hair was done just perfectly, and that dress hugged everything he could have wished to see. Perfection. As he got closer the view got even better, and your eyes finally met.

"Hello Eddie..."

Your soft voice called out and he felt the heat go straight to his face as you planted a gentle peck on his cheek. How the fuck was he going to get through tonight if he couldn't even go five seconds without wanting to faint. He was acting like a middle schooler in love. Get a fucking grip dude.

"Hello m'lady... might I say you look ravishing on this cool summer's eve..."

He could practically see the bashfulness sprout through your entire being. That was more like it Munson.

"Thank you very much... so uh should we go in?"

With a quick nod, and an awkward exchange of the flowers, Eddie was quick to open the door for you. That was another tip Harrington had sprouted in his interrogation.

"Dude, trust me open the door for her, pull out her chair... chicks dig that shit..."

"What basic manners?"