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"What the hell is that?" Steve asked, watching as Eddie walked into Max's living room with the Michael Myers mask on. "It's the only mask I have." Max had a small smirk on her face. You could hear Eddie sigh behind the mask. Dustin and Lucas let out a laugh, turning to each other. You snickered, looking away from him. "I need to get my uncle's toolbox." Eddie spoke, walking up to the others, lifting the mask. "Well, let's go. What are we waiting for?" Nancy shook her head. The rest of you huddled up, Steve opening the front door. You all cautiously looked around as you stepped outside, making a dash for Eddie's trailer. "Come on! Come on!" Steve yelled in a whisper.
Eddie ran up to his trailer, opening the door. You jumped the stairs as you followed in after him. "Make it quick." Steve demanded, slamming the trailer door shut. You let out a chuckle, looking at Eddie. "You're really unfair, you know that?" He smiled at you. "How come?" You looked at him as your shoulder brushed past his. "You know exactly how." He scoffed, walking into the kitchen. He kneeled by the cabinet under the sink, opening it. "Uh..." He stammered, his hands fumbling through all of the junk. You leaned against the sink, looking down at him, "is it because I got the last kiss?" You asked.
Eddie smirked at your question as he continued to look for the toolbox, "maybe." He answered. You hummed in response, pushing yourself off of the counter, and walked towards his bedroom. Everything was a complete mess like a tornado had run through it. Your eyes landed on his guitar that hung above his mirror. You smiled, slowly walking up to it. You chuckled under your breath, remembering how he always used to bother you, playing the guitar while you sat on his bed trying to work on an assignment. You could picture it like it was yesterday. Though, a part of you wishes you had cherished those moments a little more, especially with everything going on.
You reached your hand out, the tips of your fingers strumming the guitar, causing it to sway side to side slightly. "Already practicing?" Eddie asked as he watched you from the doorway. You jumped at the sound of his voice, quickly turning around to look at him. There was a smile on his face as he held the toolbox in his hand. "Gotta start practicing now if I wanna be better than you." You walked up to him, folding your arms across your chest. "Better than me?" He raised his brows. "Mhm." You nodded your head with a smug smirk. "Is that so?" Eddie's brows furrowed, a small grin on his face as he looked at you. "Yup."
