solace | eddie munson x reader [y/n]

003

Blades of morning sunlight spilled through the window above your bed, signaling the start of another Monday. You had just gotten to sleep when your alarm chirped, body exhausted from only getting three full hours in. It felt like you were glued to your mattress and you wished you could blow off the whole day.

Instead, you dragged your ass up, chill air tickling your bare legs while leaving the warm comforter. With the bed made, you began to get ready for another monotonous day in Hawkins.

You threw on your favorite sweater, figuring if you felt cute it might help your mood. In the mirror, you clasped on necklaces and earrings. The reflection looking back told a story of sleep-deprived eyes, puffy from crying last night. You padded some makeup on the marks and brushed mascara on, sighing as you looked at yourself.

Getting dolled up with hair and makeup used to be something you loved. Now it felt like a chore to do even the smallest amount before school. You ran a brush through your locks before shoving the needed supplies into your backpack. Before leaving, you approached the door to your mother's room and gently opened it to peek inside.

She lay asleep in the dark room, exhausted from getting home at an ungodly hour. She worked odd afternoons as a secretary for some government building and picked up late nights waitressing at the twenty-four-hour diner. You seldom saw her at all anymore.

The drive to school was a quick eight minutes, enough time for about two songs. That was your favorite part of the day: driver's side window open, speeding down the road, music up and hair blowing about as you sang along. The interruption of that peace when you turned into the school parking lot sucked.

Rather than sit in your car to waste time before class, you decided to head in. You clicked a cassette in your Walkman and slid the padded headphones over your ears, Pat Benetar's voice echoing. The warming sun of the early day felt nice as it kissed your face once more before being shut behind the school doors.

At your locker, you shuffled around notebooks and whatnot. Emerald-painted fingernails snapped in front of your face to get your attention, as your music blocked out any sound. You looked up to bright eyes of an auburn-haired girl, cheesing in an excessively friendly way.

"Oh, hey, Robin," you said, pulling the headphones to rest around your neck.

"You are hard to find!" she chirped. "Listen, I know we don't really know each other that well but you're like, my only friend outside of band. Steve gave me this mission to keep an eye on those kids he's friends with. He's all worried since they're dweebs and it's their freshman year and blah, blah, blah so I need some help with checking on them..."

You tried really hard to hear every word spoken as the girl spouted. Her hands moved in the air with her speech, making it even more animated and difficult to follow.

"Uh, okay yeah. I mean, they're probably fine but I'll keep an eye out. I'm sure they made some friends, right?" you offered back. She nodded and an intuitive look observed you through blue irises.