Teenage Dirtbag (Eddie Munson x OC)

Kraft

The leaves on the early spring ground rustled beneath her feet as Jackie crouched lowly, running back and forth between the windows of Reefer Rick's shack. A bag was slung over her shoulder, a flashlight in her hands. From what she could tell, there was no discernible evidence of anyone in there, not even Eddie. She turned on her heel, heading up the small hill back towards the house. She walked up the steps to the porch, rapping at the wooden door.

"Eddie?" She called, trying to remain quiet enough that no one would hear her, but trying to be loud enough that he could. "You in there?"

Hearing no response, Jackie huffed and looked around. There were practically zero signs of life. Just the dark trees, dirt, and the wind. At least Eddie had done a good job of hiding himself.

She turned back around and knocked, raising her voice louder this time. "It's Jackie! Jackie Hopper!"

A few more seconds passed and there was no reply. She sighed, reaching into her pocket to pull out a bobby pin. She wedged her painted nails in between the pin, pulling it apart with one end facing downwards. She jammed the straight end into the lock and was about to start moving it around when footsteps came from inside.

The doorknob twisted and Jackie quickly removed the pin. The door swung open, showing Eddie in the doorway in his Hellfire shirt and ripped jeans. Jackie immediately straightened up her posture, cleared her throat, and tried to act normal. His eyes dropped from her face to her hand. "Were you about to break in?"

She looked down at the bobby pin, shoving it into her pocket. "No."

Eddie looked at her before laughing quietly and moving aside to let her in. Jackie stepped inside the house, taking note of its state. It was a fairly nice house for one that was, until recently, uninhabited. It was almost cute. Small but not too small. The door opens up to the kitchen with a small table with four seats, a few distressed cabinets, and a tiled floor. The living room had one couch, a coffee table, and a television that was turned off. A lantern sat on the kitchen table, lighting up the house. "I, uh-" He went over to the windows, pulling them shut and drawing the blinds and curtains. "I've been using the lanterns at night. I don't want the neighbors looking in or anything."

Jackie nodded as she continued to look around the house. "Smart." She dropped her bag on the floor.

"Why are you here?" He asked as he continued to shut the curtain, but it wasn't judgmental or rude. "I just ask because... you know," He waved his hand around, turning his head to give her a cheeky smile. "Circumstances. Or were you just dying to see me?"

A smile threatened to tug at her lips and she playfully rolled her eyes. "Someone thinks very highly of himself." Eddie just shrugged his shoulders. "Actually, I have a reason."

He froze for a moment before turning around. "Yeah?" He asked, his voice naturally getting quieter. He moved over to the kitchen table, pulled out a chair, and sat down. "Like what?"

Jackie sighed, pulling out the chair next to him. "Jason Carver and the basketball team are looking for you. They've got a list of people to contact and places to look."

"Shit," He cursed, his brown eyes growing a panicked look as they darted around the room.

"They want Dustin. They think he knows where you are."

Eddie placed his elbows on the table and dropped his head into his hands, digging them into his eyes. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Holy- shit!"

Jackie watched his little outburst and winced. "Just... don't even worry about it," She awkwardly patted his shoulder before quickly retracting it. "That's why I'm here."