view (eddie munson X female (y/n))

more than friends?

the next few days at school were pretty normal. eddie flirting with you, nothing too serious. just friends. you barely even knew this kid. you couldn't crush on someone you had just met two weeks ago. it wasn't possible. you couldn't tell if eddie was joking or if it was real. you brushed it off like it was nothing. but was it really nothing?

that friday after school came rolling around and you had just gotten outside. eddie took you and dustin to and from school everyday after he kissed that other girl. it kind of felt like he felt bad, so he was pitying you. "(y/n)!" you recognized his voice. you turned and saw eddie. he was jogging to catch up with you. "hey," you said in a soft tone.

"so.." eddie said, a small smirk on his face. "would you want to come and see me and my band this evening?" a smile grew on your face. "the edward munson wants me, (y/n) (y/l/n), to come see him play?" he nodded, putting his ear closer to you. "yes eddie, id love to." his smile grew as you got to his van. "great! be there by 9:00 pm, and bring a change of clothes. tell your dad your staying at a friends." you nodded, getting into the van. you could feel your cheeks were burning hot, palms sweaty.

even though you've stayed at eddie's before, dustin nor mike would be there tonight. just you and him. eddie and you. alone. dustin jumped in and eddie took you two home. as you were stepping out of the van, eddie started to speak. "9:00 pm. sharp. don't be late, doll." you felt chills go down your spine. you couldn't keep eye contact with this man, even if your life depended on it. he laughed under his breath, seeing what his words could do to you.

8:30 pm came quick. you wanted to look good for eddie. but you just couldn't seem to find anything that looked right. "dustin!" you called out for him. he walked into your room and was taken away by how beautiful you looked. "how does this look?" you did a 360. you had a tight black dress with the back cut out on. red matte heals and a few pieces of jewelry on. you had matching red lipstick to the heels and a subtle smoky eye.

"wow, looking this good to hang out with your friends, huh?" he said, smiling. "uhm.. yeah. cover for me will ya?" he nodded and walked out. you asked your dad if you could take his car earlier in the day and he agreed as long as you brought it back in one piece. you grabbed the keys and your bag.

when you arrived, it was 8:55. you hurried in and set your stuff down at a stool. eddie looked up to see who was coming in. you could feel his gaze on you. you looked up and waved to him. he nodded and had a sly smirk on his face. damn. the things he could do to you. without even using words. they played a few songs and then took a short break.

"so, how do you like it?" he said, walking towards you with a bottle of water. "i love it. you guys sound incredible." he looked you up and down, getting the full look of you. "you dressed all up for me, huh?" you looked down at your hands. "uhm.. no.." you barely got the words out. eddie leaned down to your ear, whispering in a soft tone. "why're you so nervous around me ,(y/n)?" your cheeks turned bright red as you were still playing with your hands. you couldn't answer him.

    "i asked you a question," he stated. "i uh.. i'm never nervous around.. uh you.." he backed up and laughed softly. "you know, you're so pretty when you get all flustered." you just looked up at him, red cheeks and all. you clenched your thighs together, feeling something drip into your panties. eddie looked down at your legs. a small grin appeared on his face. he knew exactly what he was doing. he walked back to the stage, leaving you a mess. you had to gather yourself before he came back.

    the band had packed up and everyone had went home. the bartender that was working was also cleaning everything up. eddie was still sitting on the side of the stage, fiddling with his guitar strings. you headed over to him and sat down. you could feel the warmth of his body onto yours. "hi," you said, turned to him slightly. "hey," he said in frustrated tone. "what's wrong?" you put your hand on his lower back. "i'm okay, just a little stressed. i can't seem to get anything right up on stage.." you could see how tense his entire body was. "hey, cmon. i couldn't even tell. i thought you were doing-" he cut you off. "yeah, but i could.. and it's embarrassing because.." he trailed off, looking up into your eyes.