Eddie the Banished & Steve the Babysitter

Gay Intervention

Eddie's POV

I wiped my mouth and got up off my knees. I held my hand out to the man in front of me. "Calm down Princess, I'll get you your money." 

I waited a couple minutes for him to get his wallet out of his pants. He handed me a 40 and I shoved it in my pocket. I walked off before he had another chance to touch me. 

I went back to my car and got back in. I took a deep breath and put my hands on my face. 

"Alright. Back home." I put the key in the ignition and put the car in gear. 

Was Steve Harrington really jacking off in my bathroom this morning? I swear I heard like little whimpers and such. But it could just be him taking a very aggressive morning shit. God, I can't think. Ever since the day he pulled up to take Dustin home from DnD changed my life. Sure, I had been messing around with a guy at the time but it wasn't anything serious. I stopped talking to him and stopped going to our meetup place. Steve Harrington. King Steve. King of Hawkins High before he went haywire and left his friends for a bunch of middle schoolers. 

I just can't get him off my mind and now I'm around him all the time because of Dustin and now he's at my house, probably needing to live there since he's homeless. I can't do anything if he's there, he doesn't know. The only one who does is Robin, maybe Wayne, I hope Waybe doesnt. 

I can't have him sleeping in my room, just looking at him makes me hard. Especially when he's fighting.  

I arrived back at the trailer and put the car in park. I sighed hard and took the 40 dollars out of my pocket. He used to pay 50 but his wife started catching on. 

I shoved the 40 back in my pocket and opened the van door, getting out and walking up the broken stairs to my trailer.  I stood at the front door. My hand was reaching toward the door handle but I didn't want to twist it. Steve Harrington is still in that house. King of Hawkins High. My middle school fear. Little Eddie Munson just trying to play dnd and learn guitar seeing other kids get harassed for money to buy some cokes or being pushed up against a locker asking for their lunches. He's the reason I never left my trailer when I was younger. Why I stuck close to my Uncle. 

Until I eventually grew some balls and actually stopped giving a shit about Steve or Tommy or Carol. I just focused on Hellfire and Corroded Coffin. CC was actually Wayne's idea, he saw how much I loved music and when the rest of the band would come over he saw how happy it made me. He set up a time for me to play at a bar he used to drink at. Only 5 drunks actually watched the show, the rest just bullshitted about their day. One of the 5 drunks was Rick which is how I'm here. Standing on my porch, high, freshly prostituted, and scared to walk in because my crush is sitting on my couch. 

The door suddenly opened and I stood there, blankly staring at Dustin Henderson. He stared at me, challenging me. "You blinked Eddie, I win." His voice broke my trance, "Yeah-yeah. Sorry." I brought my hand down from its half-raised position and slid past Dustin into my trailer..which smelled like…febreeze? 

I look to my left and Steve Harrington comes out of my room wearing an apron and a towel slung over his shoulder. His hair was pulled on top of his head, making a little fountain shape of hair on the top of his head. He was holding a bottle of febreeze in one hand and a bag of trash in the other. 

"What. The. Fu-" I stared blankly at him, he interrupted me.

"Okay, before you get mad. This place is kind of a mess and if you have a messy area you're living in, you can't really focus your mind and be productive. I mean your uncle doesn't even have boxes unpacked and you can barely walk on your flo-" 

I cut him off by taking the bag of trash from him. "Thank you." I smirked. I threw the bag at Dustin who was standing behind me. "Take this to the dumpster down the street, dickhead."