- a lil' bit of profanity included
Summer has been dominating Hawkins for a few weeks already, and people are handling the situation differently.
Kids clutched their half-melted ice cream cones while you're dramatically occupying the mattress.
The bed's warmth contrasted your exit from a cold shower. Droplets of water from your drenched hair fell beneath your bare back. Lately, wearing tank tops is a need to be familiarized with the scorching humidity.
You sat upright, contemplating to get water downstairs then a thud was heard.
"What's that?" is your initial response to the resonating sound.
You stood up, walking towards the window. A figure was seen bending down towards the grass collecting rocks.
"Who is that?" Your brows furrowed from the revolving question.
The figure stood up revealing its long curly hair, confirming it's Munson.
That's when he saw you, he started jumping ferociously and swinging his arms in the air to gain your attention.
You started to panic, your parents might discover this commotion.
You opened the window frantically and surprisingly Eddie has crafted the maneuvers for home invasion.
"Eddie, you shouldn't be here!"
"I know you miss me, sweetheart."
His figure was unfamiliar inside of this room, he has never entered my room, ever.
It's ovverwhelming when he scanned the decorations, especially the sacred and disclosed baby photos. He turned his gaze to me, revealing the sweet beam plastered on his face.
"Is that for me?" Eddie said cocking an eye to your chest.
"Pervert!" You replied reaching for a blanket to cover your peeking chest.
"It's quite a view sweetheart."
You instantly threw a pillow at him.
He caught the pillow, reciprocally throwing it to your abdomen.
"Why is that so aggressive?" You interrogated while laughing. "Why are you here though?"
"I just missed you.."
Doubt rushed over you, Eddie won't intrude without your acknowledgement. Then you noticed the bag he's grasping.
"You idiot!" You whispered, reaching out your index finger to the bag.
"Uh, about this... Uncle Wayne kicked me out of the trailer."
Cuss words occupied your thoughts for awhile. You don't despise Eddie's presence, but him sleeping inside your parent's home provides apprehension.
"So you're telling me you're-"
"Yes, and I'll sleep on the ground."
"You're not sleeping on the ground, Munson."
"So, are you implying that you want me to sleep beside you?"
Silence
Eddie came near you dropping the bag on the floor.
He grabbed a strand of your damp hair and tucked it between your ears.
"You're so pretty sweetheart."
Then a knock resonated the shallow room, disrupting the tension.
"Y/N, we heard something." Your dad called.
"Shit." Eddie mumbled.
"Y/N? Open the door." Your dad demanded.
You repulsively shoved Eddie to your closet and hid his bag underneath the bed.
"Dad? Wait, I'm sorry." You replied, opening the door.
"Is everything okay sweetheart?"
You hummed in response.
You're unable to blink and focus properly he can easily tell when your anxiously lying to him so you had to stay put or Eddie will be exiled in this room.
Your dad then left after bombarding you with questions. He was quite unsatisfied with your replies but shrugs it off because drinking beer is much significant than his disciplined child.
"Fuck, I can't breathe." Eddie mumbled as he rushed to the bed.
"Sorry for the sudden interruption."
"Y/N, do you get butterflies when I call you sweetheart?"
"Yes..." Red painted your face when you answered.
"Don't you feel it too when your dad calls you that?"
"Eddie!"
