Steddie :)

1.Eddie

I am very embarrassed because my family wants to read this.  Time to re write some things :D
  (A/N I have never gotten high lmao so I'm just going off of what I know.)

   as I lay in my bed watching my small alarm clock basically counting down the hours, until I'm supposed to be awake for school. I decide amongst myself to roll a blunt.  It's only 11:56pm that's not too late is it?  Eh whatever. I get up and grab my little lunchbox of drugs. And grab a pre rolled blunt I was supposed to be selling. And lit the end of it. I get back in bed and take a hit. As the room fills with the wonderful aroma of weed, and smoke. I start to think that possibly I could get some sleep tonight. and then my thought is ruined by a knock at my front door. shit. Ever since the whole thing with Chrissy and the upside down I don't actually like the idea of going into my living room. It scares me. Just bad memories I guess. My blunt is basically gone now. So I get up and walk through the trailer and to the door. I heard that there was some bad weather headed this way but I wasn't too sure. Before I got to the door there was another loud knock. "IM COMING JESUS H. CHRIST" I yell at whoever it was on the other side of the door. I open it and to my suprise it's Steve Harrington drenched in the cold harsh rain.
"Oh hey Harrington. What are you doing out this late?" I ask out of plain curiosity
     "Sorry to bother Eddie but I was coming home from Watching a movie with the kids. And the weather just kept getting worse and..." I cut him off before he can finish his sentence.  "Sure you can crash here Ste- I mean Harrington." I say with a sly smile.  He steps in the trailer and he lets out a quick shiver.
      "Thanks man I really appreciate it." Steve said with a slight smile.  But then he starts to take off his shirt. Steve "the hair"Harrington  just took his shirt off in front of me. "Snap out of it Eddie" I think to myself.   "uhm do you want another shirt?" I awkwardly ask trying to figure out what the hell was going on but also it was really fucking stupid of me to ask.     "sure, if you don't mind I guess." Steve didn't sound to confident saying that but I just brushed it off.  "I'll be right back, don't miss me to much big boy." "Oh fuck off munson." He says sarcastically Hey maybe I won't have nightmares since someone else is here with me.
  I go into my room in search of a tee shirt or something to give  the guy. I instead find a Black Sabbath oversized tee Ive had for maybe a year. And a pair of shorts. Maybe he likes sweatpants but I don't have too many of those.
  I walk back into the small living room and hand him the tee shirt and shorts. "Here ya go"  I say quite happily. "Where's the bathroom?"  "Down the hall and to the right, and if you're up for it maybe we could watch a movie, I've got a few."   "Thanks Munson, oh and sure."  He replied very quickly without hesitation. 

He comes back in the room with his dirty clothes in hand and sets them next to his shoes by the door. And we settle down to watch a movie.

"So what movies did you have in mind?" Steve asked
"Well I have the great chainsaw massacre, Friday the thirteenth part VI: Jason lives. And I think that's it currently. I just returned some others I had."

"Well Friday the thirteenth doesn't sound too bad. Sure why not." He said with a smile.

I hop up off the couch and grab the vhs tape off the small coffee stand and put it in the player. Whilst I'm up I grab us a blanket or two and some popcorn.

I'm sitting in the middle more on the left side, and Steve is next to me but a bit more in the right side. I could feel his leg next to mine. So pretty close for a set of friends who basically saved the world together. We shared both blankets one on top of the other Blanket since it was quite cold inside.

  About an hour had passed since we started the movie so maybe 20 thirty minutes are left. So far every time something scary happened Steve would jump a little bit and move a tiny bit closer, and at one point he spilled half the popcorn.

(When the popcorn spilt p.s I've never watched Friday the thirteenth.)

something not too scary appeared on the tv and next to me all I can here is "aAHHHHH" a shriek coming from the man himself Steve Harrington. His hands completely drop the popcorn as he turns and moves closer to me, most likely scared shitless. 

"Eddie, can we like turn this off please?" Steve asked me not as scared as he just was, but was probably just frightened. 

"Yeah sure." I say in reply to him

I get up and turn off the movie, and take the tape out of the player and place it  in its case.

"Well it's a bit late, i think I'll head to sleep ok?" I say not wanting to leave Steve but honestly it'd be weird if I just sat there.

"oh okay, well goodnight I guess."
"Goodnighttttt stevieee." I say in a more singing tone than actual speaking.

Honestly I'm conflicted. I don't want to sleep alone but then again I've only known Steve for a little bit. Maybe I.. never mind. He's not gay. #gaythoughts
I begin to walk into my room, and I just sit there on my bed not a thought in my mind expect one I probably shouldn't have in mind. Steve Harrington is hot. That's the thought, that I shouldn't currently have...