𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗' 𝚢𝚘𝚞 | eddie munson

i | youth gone wild

"Pick you up at 8, kiddos," Steve Harrington's dad said, waving goodbye from inside the car.
"Okay, see you later," Steve replied.
"Thank you, Mr. Harrington!" Heather Henderson waved goodbye.

Some classmates, and other kids Heather didn't recognize, could be seen through the house's windows dancing to the muffled song that Heather thought was overplayed. She held onto the present in her hands a little more tighter before walking through the door Steve held open for her. She suddenly regretted coming straight to the party after cheer practice. Looking at the girls all dressed up and wearing makeup, she suddenly felt self-conscious wearing her cheer uniform and cheer-mandated ponytail tied with her favorite scrunchie.

"Heather!" A voice called from across the room.
Heather looked around and saw Chrissy Cunningham next to a table full of presents. She left Steve—who was already chatting with Nancy Wheeler—and zigzagged her way through the other kids in the room then placed her present on the table.
"Way to ditch me at practice today," Heather rolled her eyes.
Chrissy pouted, "I'm sorry, I wanted today off to get the party ready," She reached and grabbed Heather's hands, holding them in hers, "I'll make it up to you, I promise."
"You better! I had to stay later than usual because I had to come up with the blocking myself!" Heather huffed, then she smiled, "Whatever, you're right—you do deserve the day off. Happy Birthday, Chrissy." She pulled Chrissy towards her, giving the girl a hug.

An hour and a half later, Heather lost Chrissy and Steve somewhere in the party. She was chatting with Patrick McKinney by the pool when she ran out of punch.
She was cradling a cup, filled to the brim, when she felt someone violently bump into her.
"Shit," Heather cursed, her uniform now covered in red cream soda punch.
Jason Carver didn't even apologize as he kept rough housing with his stupid jock friends, completely ignoring her and unphased by the fact that he just made her look like Carrie.
"What a fucking jerk," Heather thought, "Ugh, I hate 8th grade boys."
"You okay?" Someone asked.
Heather looked up from her stained uniform to see a boy she didn't recognize. She found it odd, he stood out from everyone in the room with his buzzed hair and punk clothing—and is that eyeliner?—and yet she hadn't seen him before. She thought he's someone she wouldn't forget.
"Um," She stumbled, "I'm physically fine, but not mentally."
The boy laughed, "Wow, that's strangely relatable." Then he started shrugging off his denim jacket, "Here—wear this, it'll cover the stains."
She grabbed the jacket from him as he grabbed the cup from her hand. With her hands free, she easily slid the jacket on. It was a bit big on her, but she found the jacket strangely cozy that she didn't mind.
"Thanks," Heather smiled at the boy.
He gave her back her cup, which is now only a quarter full, "No problem."
She opened her mouth to say something—"Heather!"
"Oops, sorry, duty calls!" Heather apologized before running towards Chrissy.

The next time Heather saw the boy, he was on stage. Hawkins Middle School Talent Show. Same buzzed hair and chains and ripped jeans, he was playing an electric guitar and singing Black Sabbath's Heaven and Hell with his band, Corroded Coffin—she silently thanked her dad for being a metal fan because that was the only reason that she knew the song.
She was still out of breath from her and Chrissy's cheer routine, but she found it even harder to breathe when she saw the cute and sweet boy that lent her his jacket last week.

She finally found out his name when she got to high school. Sophomore year, she was leaning against her locker and chatting with Betty from the Varsity Cheer Team.
The hallway suddenly went quiet. Everyone staring at the teenager with the curly, long brown hair, dressed in that denim jacket and black ripped jeans. He had an unreadable expression on his face, but Heather noticed he was fiddling with the rings on his fingers. Pretty fingers, she thought. She noticed his hands were shaking. She also noticed that a cop was walking with him.
Then, one by one, everyone started whispering amongst each other.
"Was that a cop?"
"Yeah, I heard there's another cop outside."
"Who was with them?"
"Shit, that was Eddie."
"Eddie?"
"Eddie Munson."
"Is he in our grade?"
"No, he's a junior."

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