EDDIE MUNSON IMAGINES

FOR YOU (1)

early saturday morning and you heard somebody knocking on the door to your house, causing you to put a pillow over your head to try and block it out but they kept knocking. you sat up, hearing your mom open the door and talking to somebody. you soon heard her walking away from the door and knocked on your door as you told her to come in.

"______, one of your friends from school is here. he said he needs to talk to you," she said as you sighed, standing up and grabbing a jacket for the cooler hawkins weather as you put it on over the t shirt and shorts you were wearing. your socked feet padded across your floor as you headed down the stairs to see who it was. dustin maybe? mike? max? nancy? who knew. 

when you walked downstairs, you opened the door and saw who it was, about to slam the door when he stuck his foot where it would shut as you groaned, opening it once more. 

"what the hell do you want?" 

"i just want to talk, _______,  that's all. i promise," he said as you turned to see your mom on the phone with one of her friends as she stirred a bowl of brownie batter. you stepped out of your house and shut the door, playing with the zipper of your jacket.

"it's eight o'clock in the morning on a saturday, jason. what the hell do you want?" you asked.

 "eddie munson, do you know him?" he asked, studying the look on your face. was he trying to get you to confess to something that only dustin and mike knew about? 

"why do you care?"

he chuckled lightly, stepping slightly closer to you. you stepped back the little amount that you could as your foot hit the slight step up to the doorway. jason's eyes met yours as he shook his head. 

"chrissy, you knew her?"

you nodded slowly, confused.

"that freak hurt her," he muttered as you shook your head slowly in confusion. 

"what are you talking about?"

"it's all over the news, ________. your boyfriend killed my girlfriend and now you're going to tell me where he is," he said. "and don't even try to play dumb. i know he's here."

"how do you even know if we're dating or not?" you asked, crossing your arms over your chest as jason smiled slyly at you, laughing quietly to himself. 

"that tall ass twig told me," he said. "he told me before the game that night. besides, most people are easy to break when it comes to information like that when i threaten to break their fingers."

"what did you do?"

"nothing, just a little threat. but your boyfriend killed chris and now i need to know where he is," he said, leaning his arm against the door of your house and trapping you between him and the driveway which was your best chance of escape. 

"jason, i didn't even know somebody died until this morning. why would you think that i know his whereabouts?" you asked, your eyes refusing to meet his as your ankles were getting hurt from the consistent pain of leaning harshly against the brick of your home. 

"eddie would come to you first, i mean, you are his girlfriend after all," he explained as you shook your head. 

"i don't know what you're talking about," you muttered, finally looking up at him as he laughed and it slowly turned into a sigh. 

"andy, patrick, and lucas are in the car. you have no escape so you might as well just tell me," he muttered. 

"lucas?"

he nodded, seeing your demeanor change. 

"________, you know that we'll find out anyways, so you might as well just tell us," he muttered as you shook your head, looking up at him as you crossed your arms once more.