I never thought I'd be hiding out in my boyfriend's drug dealer's shop, running from the cops especially when the reason was that he was being accused of the murder of Chrissy Cunningham. I know he didn't do it. I was there when it happened. It should've phased me more than it didn't, but Dustin Henderson was my little brother. I'd been through this shit for the past 3 years. The Upside Down, demo-dogs, crazy shit. But what happened to Chrissy, I'd never seen before. We didn't think the police suspected me, but being Eddie Munson's girl meant they'd come to me for questioning and I wasn't the best lier.
Eddie got hungry so we snuck into the house and plundered Reefer Rick's cabinets.
"Find anything?" I ask him, looking through a cabinet.
"Nope." Eddie's lips pop with that word.
I sit on the floor, my back against the cabinets. Eddie sees me and pauses. I was messing with the flashlight in my hand, picking at the sticker still on the handle.
"You okay?" He asks me.
I look up at him and laugh. "I feel like I should be asking you that. You are the one wanted for murder,"
Eddie shrugs his shoulders. "Yeah, well, it could be worse."
I glare at him. "How could it be worse, Eddie?"
Eddie smiles and walks towards me, sitting next to me on the floor. "We could be dealing with a dark magic wizard whose killing high schoolers along with monsters from an inter-dimensional world of Hawkins...oh wait,"
He looks at me, trying to be funny. I roll my eyes.
"I get your point," I look at him, smiling.
"You've really been through this before?" He asks.
I shrug my shoulders, my eyes going back to the flashlight in my hands. "Well not Vecna I guess, but the monsters from the inter-dimensional world. And Russians."
"Russians? What the fuck, y/n?"
"I'll let Dustin fill you in on that one,"
"Wait, even Dustin—"
"You are the only one in our group who hasn't been through this shit at least once. Welcome to the club, Munson," I wink at him, making him chuckle.
"Well, fuck me. Didn't realize I had such a badass of a girlfriend,"
"You didn't think I was a badass before?"
His eyes go wide. "NO! NO! I didn't mean it like that! Like—you are already badass—just, uh, uh—" He stumbles over his words and I laugh.
"I'm teasing you," I smile.
I climb into his lap, my legs straddling him on either side of his body. My skirt flails around my thick thighs. His eyes look like they were going to pop out of his head.
"You're pretty badass yourself ya know?" I tell him, brushing his bangs out of his face. He blushes and his hands go to my waist, giving me butterflies.
"Yeah, you do have a thing for bad boys. I guess I take the cake." He says.
I laugh and kiss his forehead, cradling his face in my hands. His eyes close and he leans into my lips, sighing deeply.
"You're not a bad boy, Ed," I tell him, caressing his cheeks with my thumbs.
Eddie opens his eyes and scrunches his nose, "No? Then what am I? Cuz I don't think I'm exactly a good boy, y/n," He chuckles.
I pause and look at him, smiling. I can't help but just stare into his eyes. Those big brown puppy dog eyes. He doesn't break eye contact with me and keeps smiling. He runs his fingers under the hem of my shirt, his skin touching mine, making me shiver.
