𝔽 ℜ 🄴 ᗩ 长 ᔆ ❕ ¡ !| 𝙴. 𝙼𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚗

- 3 -

You had finished your last class (English) and you all but sprinted to your History classroom. You needed those skates back. With everyone leaving, there was no one around to see you, and Mrs. Smith was off somewhere doing who knows what. "Probably preparing her next torture session." You mumbled in response to yourself, crouching down to be eye level with the door knob. You dug around in your pocket until you felt a bobby pin among the crumbs and lint. You had almost picked the lock when a voice called out from behind you. 

"First day of school and already breaking into the teachers office." You jumped at least a foot in the air with a yelp, turning on your heel only to see the smirking face of Eddie.

 "What the hell Munson!" You whisper shouted. Placing a hand on your heart, you glared at him as he struggled to contain his laugh. "Fuck you." You hissed, crouching back down to finish your mission. 

You heard him gasp and you could just see the mocking hurt on his face, hand on his heart to complete the dramatic look. After a few seconds you heard a click and grinned triumphantly. You turned the handle and bolted in the room, brunette metalhead on your tail. While you dug through her desk you could feel someone's eyes on you.

 "What'dya want Munson?" You spoke absently, now trying to pick the teachers bottom desk drawer lock. You glanced up and saw him leaning against the doorframe, your eyes immediately locking. You looked back at your work, waiting for his answer.

 "I was just, y'know strolling through the halls, when I saw our precious new kid about to cause some trouble, and thought 'I shouldn't let them do this all alone.' and so here I am." You rolled your eyes, soon hearing another familiar click. "What are you doing anyways?" He asked. 

"Getting my shit back." You opened the drawer, pulling out your skates and with a huge smile. You kissed the side of them repeatedly and looked at them with a loving gaze. 

"Makes sense." He muttered.

Shutting the drawer you went back to the door, Eddie soon following you. Skates in hand, you strode through the schools double doors and into the emptying parking lot. "Well, see you later Munson." You held up your index and pinky finger like you had that morning. He repeated the gesture with his jeweled hand and grinned. He seemed like he was gonna say something else, but instead went with, 

"See ya around L/n." He called, and you went in opposite directions.

You skipped through the unfamiliar streets of Hawkins, sneakers scraping against the blacktop as you tried to find the proper place to spend your afternoon. You had just passed a park when you saw the perfect place.

It was a vast parking lot, no cars, no people. Just an empty ground of concrete at your disposal. You smiled at the sight and ran to the middle, throwing down your bookbag on a patch of dirt and sliding on your roller blades. You grabbed your marker-clad walkman and popped in your rock mixtape. When you secured your headphones, Back In Black by AC/DC blared through the speakers and you skid across the parking lot, spinning around and rolling backwards.

 For what felt like hours, you did figure eights, jumped over speed bumps and cracks, and swung around lamp posts, muttering along with the songs and sometimes belting the lyrics when you slid down the railing of a nearby staircase. 

You were having the time of your life, stuck in your own little world while you ducked and spun, experimenting with different tricks. Breaking the Law by Judas Priest started playing and you hummed with it, racing to the end of a ledge, managing a flip before landing in a crouch and sliding forward, (h/c) hair flying in your face.

Running back up, you switched from your right foot to your left, ducking low and riding on one skate while you held your other foot in front of you. Your headphones sunk down around your neck, the now faint music still whispering from the speakers close to your ear.