Eddie Munson Imagines and One Shots

Ex Best Friend

AN: swearing warning
I will be doing a part 2 to this, but I'd like to try some other ideas out first. Enjoy!

I had been best friends with Eddie for as long as I could remember.

His uncle Wayne happened to be best friends with my father since high school, so it was natural that Eddie and I would bond.

We grew up like two peas in a pod, never separated and always insisting on having dinners and sleepovers at the others house.

That all changed however, when the end of eighth grade rolled around. Eddie had become more distant, and I never understood why.
I couldn't pin point anything in particular I had done to upset him but he pulled away from me at the end of eighth grade and by the time freshman year started in the fall it was well established we weren't even acquaintances, let alone best friends that grew up with each other.

It hurt me, but I had to push past my pain to not waste my high school years.

I eventually involved myself with things I found no interest in just to make friends.
Cheerleading? Tried it and would've stayed if I wasn't laughed off the team by the head cheer demon. Chrissy was the only one who looked at me sympathetically that day in ninth grade.

We became friends after that, not super close but I was somewhat of her comfort outside of the popular bubble, the person she could vent to about the dickwads. And for me she was like a shield to being bullied, nobody really wanted to step on the toes of Jason's girlfriend and I was included as an extension of her.

I also joined the newspaper, which was where I was able to find more friends. Nancy Wheeler had become my best friend in placement of Eddie. I comforted her when she felt guilty over Barb's disappearance, she asked me for advice on Steve when she didn't know if she loved him anymore, and I stood behind her back when she was judged for leaving Steve and began dating Jonathan.

Nancy was always there for me as well, even when she became busy with her internships and any family issues that arose just about every year. She would comfort me on nights where I was extremely in my feelings over losing Eddie. Whether I saw a movie poster or heard a song that reminded me of him, Nancy was always there to brighten my mood and help me.

By the time senior year rolled around I had a better grip on my emotions. I will admit I was a bit more shut off from the world but I felt it helped me to conceal my emotions.

Everything came to a head one day, though.
Spring break of '86, an entire week to do whatever I wanted before the stress off buckling down before graduation.

Very rarely did I think about Eddie anymore, and I would do everything I could to avoid him. But when I found out what had happened to Chrissy, and in his trailer no less, I knew there was no avoiding him.

I didn't want to prosecute him like the rest of the town, but I sure as hell wanted to interrogate him. My mind was split, half of me not understanding how someone could possibly think Eddie was truly responsible for this because I grew up with him and he would never, but the other half reminded me that I knew him as a kid and I haven't known him for years.

I had a decent inkling of where my ex best friend would be but felt it was smarter to wait until nightfall to look for him, in case anyone knew our history and thought to watch me.