eddie munson imagines

warmth of cold pt.1

The once warmth threw by late-November exalted to striking coldness. Snow decorated Hawkins, abruptly shutting every resident in their home. It was a Saturday afternoon, an opportunity to accomplish academic chores. You and Munson were assigned partners, the address was at the library.

Stepping outside, an eager slap of wind attempted to occupy any remaining warmth; the pursuit of enveloping your skin with hefty layers of clothing wasn't enough. The sight of heavy snow falling almost blinded your perspective. Cooperation with your legs was a struggle.

A resonating vehicle screech was heard; diverting your struggle. Despite your blurry vision, you saw a van, Munson's property. He predicted your conflict with the weather.

"I don't want you to experience the cold sweetheart." Munson huffed, jumping out of the van.

"So, let's create the project inside then."

An unprecedented visitor rapidly searched for a seat, making himself at home.

You served hot tea; he was forced to drink and appreciate the beverage, a parallel to children eating broccoli. He thought, "just give a smile, Munson, pretend to like it."

You motioned Eddie to move himself to the dining table. Eddie tossed books and papers, it was surprising to see Eddie being academically prepared. The project started swiftly, casual feedback of stares was apparent and him clamoring you with obvious answers to questions.

Eddie suddenly giggled.

"What's funny?" you asked, needing a little laugh.

"You look so fixated, the paper's not going to run."

"I want to finish this quickly, the snow might be worse later. You're going to have trouble driving home."

"Right." Eddie took this cue that he should stop blabbering, he needs to focus.

Hours of writing in silence were broken when the clock indicated, 5:15 pm. "Eddie, care for a break?" You glanced, pointing at the television.

You sat on the sofa, as he pressed the remote buttons. He sat near you, it was awkward to feel his presence so close. He brought warmth as his shoulders pressed yours. No one suggested moving, it was a tension to remember.

The flash news snapped the pressure.
"It is advised to stay at home, because of the heavy snow." Proceeded with video clips of the environment. Both were occupied with the project unaware of the current situation.
You immediately jolt upwards to glance at the window, it's really bad.

Looks like I'm not staying for a while.