solace | eddie munson x reader [y/n]

009

Eddie was not at your house to pick you up at 7:30 on Tuesday. You should have assumed he'd be late, as he always is. He starts his day with Ms. Ritchie for astronomy and hardly ever goes, claiming if I want to learn about the fucking stars I'll go outside tonight. So, you were already on your front steps waiting when the brown and white van came rolling down Old Cherry Street.

There was a significant chill in the air, the cold nipping at your exposed skin more than the past days. You had been smart to wear a sweater and a brown corduroy jacket, far warmer than the one made of denim. On your walk to the running vehicle, you could see through the windows Eddie had on red today. He watched your figure grow closer until you were hoisting up into the passenger seat.

"Mornin', sunshine," he greeted. A familiar scent swirled in your nostrils and you looked over to see the guitarist dragging a cigarette. The flannel he had on answered your wonders about how he looked in the vibrant color seen from the steps; a combination of red and black in a checkerboard complimented his cool skin and dark curls.

"Good morning," you returned, extending an arm to offer him a styrofoam cup.

"What's this?" His words were muffed by the cigarette held between pouty lips while he took the prize between two large palms.

"A coffee," you shrugged. Once you realized Eddie would be much later than a quick five minutes, you had gone inside and sunk into the couch. It was nice to be able to enjoy your coffee, rather than suck it down en route to school. But you finished and he still wasn't there, thus you figured you'd make the boy his own cup. You weren't even sure he liked coffee, but it seemed a good way to exert your energy as you were thinking of him.

"For me?" He looked touched for a second as you nodded. "Do I seem like I need caffeine?"

"God, no," you half-laughed. The boy flicked his cigarette butt out the window and started the drive, balancing the cup against his lower thigh with his free hand. You continued, "I thought it'd wake you up. And judging by the time being almost eight, I'm assuming you slept in."

"Okay, sassy. It's hard to get out of bed when you know you're headed to hell and have to deal with total shitheads."

"You get to see me," you muttered, jutting your bottom lip slightly. Eddie looked away from the road to make eye contact with you as he sipped the hot liquid. He hummed after swallowing.

"That's a good point." He paused while turning down the next street in your journey to Hawkins High. "Speaking of, I'm not ready to let go of you yet. How 'bout we burn when we get there?"

Your lips curled up at the corners. "No. I can't."

"C'mon, goody-two-shoes. First period's already started, Cowan won't miss you this once."

"Right, like he didn't last Thursday? You are such a bad influence."

"Is that a yes?"

"You know it's a yes," you scoffed, rolling your eyes. "I can't believe you have me skipping class and turning into a stoner."