Waiting Room | A Stranger Things Story - Eddie Munson | VOLUME II

Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want | XII

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐌𝐞 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 | 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐗𝐈𝐈

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄'𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒.
I could hear the echoing sounds of traffic and people talking as they walked past from the street below.

The room was stuffy and warm, I could feel the beads of sweat on my forehead as I turned to the right of me.

Eddie was fast asleep on his back, his exposed chest, peering through the sheets rising and falling slowly. His left arm was outstretched across my pillow just above my head. The right was laid tentatively across his stomach, his fingers twitching occasionally.

I rolled over onto my front, shuffling myself down the bed slightly to rest my chin on his chest, looking up at him before reaching my hand up to stroke my thumb against his jawline. The bare skin of my body sticking to his.

He shifted around lightly, his eyes fluttering open as he squinted from the light, tilting his head to look down at me.
'Hey.' He said smiling, his voice croaky and his eyes were slightly puffy and tired.
'You okay?' He asked, reaching his hand around to rake his fingers through my hair and away from my face.

'Yeah. Are you?' I asked.

'Yeah.'  He smiled, earnestly wrapping his arms around me and rolling us over so we were face to face, laying on our sides. He grabbed my face with his hand, planting soft repetitive kisses on my lips before making his way down to my neck.

He jerked upwards abruptly, catching me off guard.

'Shit, what time is it?' He hissed, sitting up in the bed.

I reached my hand out from beneath the covers to reveal my watch, glancing at it momentarily.

'Uh - just coming up to twelve, why?' I enquired, furrowing my eyebrows.

'Fuck!' He exclaimed, swinging his legs over his side of the bed, reaching down onto the floor to grab his boxers that had been strewn across the floor. Pulling them up he clambered over to his poorly constructed closet. The shelves inside of the closet were caving in on one another, buckling under the weight of screwed up clothes.

'What? What's going on?' I asked, sitting up. I grabbed the sheets and wrapped them around the upper half of my body. Folding my arms to hold it in place.

'I have to get down to work, we have a delivery this afternoon and I said I'd cover it.' He said frantically, grabbing a DIO Last in Line tour shirt from the closet and throwing it over himself. He scrambled to pick up his jeans from the floor as he stumbled around trying to put them on whilst still standing.

'Oh.' I said, disappointedly.

'Shit, shit, shit.' He hissed, running out of the room and out of my line of sight.

'How long will you be gone?' I called after him, craning my neck to see him from the hall.

'Literally like, an hour. Two hours max I promise.' He came back into the room breathlessly, cradling his white reebok sneakers against his chest as he sat down on the edge of the bed, facing away from me as he put them on.

'Okay.' I sighed.

'Hey, you left for two years. I think you can handle another two hours.' He smirked, craning his neck around to look at me.