town of bones-eddie munson x reader

weed, beer and christmas.

„can you stay 'til the others get back?" eddie asks. „umm no?!" i say. why should i stay with him? okay, he's in shock and everything. i mean relatable after everything he went through and given the fact dustin explained the whole upside down thing to him in like less than 4 minutes but still. i'm not staying. „i think you both need to talk" dustin looks at me. traitor. „you got weed?" i look at eddie. „not staying sober in your presence, man" he nods. „the best you get" he smiles. fine. „i'm leaving as soon as they bring you food."

„1986, baby" eddie says. „never" i scoff. „you're staying in this godamn school until you die." „do you think so badly of me?" he looks at me disappointed. „oh, munson, that's nothing compared to what i think of you" i watch him lighting another joint. „you know y/n i don't get you! you were so fond of me a few years ago, we did everything together, we went everywhere together and then you even stopped looking at me all of a sudden. why?" yeah. why? „you fucked a girl." „yeah, i know that actually. you don't have to remind me every time we talk to each other. still y/n, we weren't a couple or anything. we were just friends having fun with each other" yeah. it was like that for you, eddie. „i thought we had something special, ed. and then you went to one party of some popular guy and slept with someone else." „oh! it is about the popular people now!" he sounds like he's getting really angry now. „maybe" i say „you were the one always talking about ‚the freak and the maniac' weren't you?!" „the freak and the maniac" eddie mumbles. he smiles. „i loved the nicknames." oh me too. it made me feel special. and it was something between me and eddie. „y/n the maniac henderson" i mumble back. „and all that talking just because you could drink like a maniac" eddie laughs. i start laughing too. he stops abruptly. i look at him. „i don't know who told you i pitied you but that's the biggest load of shit i've ever heard. i think you're the strongest, most beautiful and smartest person i know. and i mean that." he thinks that? i turn red. i look at him. his face is centimetres away from mine. he brushes away a strand of hair off my face setting his hand on the side of my face. i just look at him. my head is clear. eddie moves my head in his direction slowly but with a force. his lips are soft. i remember them. they still taste the same. a mix of weed, beer and something that reminds me of christmas. i like this kiss. i don't want it to stop. please eddie munson. don't stop kissing me.