MATILDA, eddie munson.

022.

MARCH 4TH, 1986
📍hawkins high school
12:37 PM

"we are not going to be able to get this done in time."

"i know, eddie!" matilda exclaimed. "i know," she repeated with a sigh.

"we're going to need to do more after school," eddie told her.

their scrapbook was nowhere close to being done, and they had less than a week now to complete it. 

"yeah," tillie agreed, running a hand through her hair, trying to think. an idea entered her head, and though it was probably stupid, they had no other option right now. "um, so, my mother is working late tonight. and my father is always home late because he goes to another woman's house after work. so, if you wanted, you could come over for a bit."

"what like, study in your house?" tillie nodded her head at his answer. "me? eddie munson? a drug using, rock and roll weirdo?"

"pretty sure that's you," the blonde smiled. "chrissy might be home, but i can sneak you into my room."

"okay," eddie nodded. "what time? straight from school?"

"yeah," matilda stated. "um, just remember to—"

"park up the street," the boy finished for her. "yeah, i got it."

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MARCH 4TH, 1986
📍 cunningham house
15:16 PM

sitting on the doorstep outside her house,   tillie waited for eddie. she didn't know how much longer he would be, and a small part of her thought maybe he'd forgot. however, the rest of her knew he would never.

thankfully, her parents were both out. though she expected them to be, she was still worried that one of them would come home early and they'd see eddie and all hell would break loose.

however, though her parents were nowhere to be seen, chrissy was home. the younger blonde was sat in her room doing her homework and listening to music. and whilst chrissy wouldn't care if she saw eddie, she would relentlessly tease tillie about it.

"hey, princess."

tillie looked up with a smile, seeing eddie walking up her driveway. "hey, i thought you were going to be a no show," she told him, standing up.

"what?" eddie exclaimed. "course not. i would never."

"not even for your precious guitar?"

"hm," eddie said, scratching his head as though he was thinking, but he was already certain of his answer. he broke out into a grin, "not even for my precious little guitar."

matilda giggled, turning around on her feet. she gestured towards the front door. "come on, but be quiet. chrissy's home."

eddie followed her into her house, trying to keep quiet as she led him up the stairs and into her room, closing her bedroom door behind her.

"your entire house is so fancy," he told her, looking around her room. "and clean."

tillie walked over to her desk, grabbing the scrapbook off of it and heading towards her bed. "yep, mother likes to keep it that way."

she sat on her bed and flicked through the book, landing on the last page they completed. "so, all we need to now is all the recent advancements in medicine because of the war and—" she looked up, noticing eddie was stood there awkwardly. "you can sit down, you know," she pointed at the seat in front of her.