Stranger Things Imagines 2

You're Like a Dream [Eddie]

I laid in Eddie's bed as the sunlight spilled through the window in one of his many Hellfire Club shirts- this was a large white t-shirt that went down just low enough on my legs for me to walk around the trailer without wearing shorts underneath.

There was no one next to me, which was unusual. The other side of the bed was cold, and the bedsheets had all been tossed to the side where he had gotten up. He always waited for me to wake up, either letting me sleep until I woke up, or delicately stroking my face until the movement woke me up. Confused at first, I reached out to touch the bed where he was asleep just a couple of hours earlier. Rubbing my eyes I sit up and adjust my eyes to the sunlight.

"Eddie?" I call out, but there was no answer. "Eddie!" My voice was slightly louder this time, and a couple of seconds later the bedroom door bursts open, making me jump a little bit.

Eddie Munson barrels through the door almost tripping over with a wooden tray, and the sound of cutlery clunking in the tray filled the room. He tries to play it off and play it cool. "Sorry I'm late, sweetheart", and he gives me a small wink- which was enough to send butterflies to my stomach.

A sweet smell of pancakes filled the air of his bedroom- there was a stack of them on the tray, with a bowl of strawberries, a bowl of cream and two cups of orange juice.

A huge smile spread across my face, delighted at the notion of him making breakfast in bed for us. He placed the tray onto the bed, and bowed in front of me, presenting a plate, knife and fork. "M'lady." He says as he presents the plate. I giggled, and he sits back on his side of the bed, offering me the first pancake.

Graciously I took it, and put a couple of strawberries on it and a bit of cream. It actually tasted delicious (despite the burnt patch- but I didn't tell him, I didn't have the heart to), and I ate every bite of mine.

Eddie was finished his pancakes, and grabs his guitar off the wall: after washing all the crumbs and cream residue off his hands, God forbid anything happened to that guitar.

He started improvising a melody, a sweet, high-pitched melody that filled the room with a romantic atmosphere. I watched him the whole time, sipping my orange juice as I stared at him playing all the notes.

I adored hearing him play, seeing the concentrated look on his face with his eyebrows knitted together in sheer concentration, brown eyes fixated on the guitar. The sunlight came through the window and shone on him, not too brightly but it illuminated him like an angel.

He had taught me to play, obviously I was nowhere near as good as him, but he always said he would teach me until we could play Master of Puppets together, and I was up to the challenge.

At the end of his song, he met my eyes and smiled, and I held his gaze- we were so young and in love, we were so lucky.

In the mornings we would take turns to play, and I wanted wanted show him the new song I learned. I reached out to take the guitar, and he pretended to look shocked and jumped off the bed and away from me, guarding the guitar. "Woah, woah, woah! What do you think you're doing?" He said in a pretend angry tone, giving me a goofy smile at the end.

"I wanted to show you what I learned!" I got off the bed and attempted to take the guitar again but he dodged my grab, ran past me and held it up out of reach.

"You gotta wash those hands first, sweetheart. No pancake grease on my guitar." He raises his eyebrows at me and I roll my eyes before quickly running my hands under the cold water in the bathroom.

I come back in the room, and Eddie laying down on the bed, head resting on his pillows. I take the guitar (with my washed hands) and play 'Moon River' by Audrey Hepburn, from the film Breakfast at Tiffany's.