Sindy Sinclair with the Curly Hair (S.H. x Sinclair!Reader x E.M)

Girl Like Me

I'm gonna make it with the mad boys,

Shake it with the bad boy scouts.

Based on a scene and song from the 1983 movie, Valley Girl.

You tapped your foot against the carpet as a preppy song echoed through the house party. Young adults your age were all around you, some coming in from out of town, some having never left Hawkins.

You took a sip from the lukewarm beer in your cup, your eyes boredly looking over the crowd. You were only there because one of your former teammates caught you at the grocery store and you couldn't say no. So there you were, a cobalt blue romper with a big pink belt around your waist, your white keds, your curls teased for the gods and bored out of your mind.

You snickered behind your cup as you watched them dance off beat, your acrylics tapping against your plastic cup.

"Could you try not to look so constipated?" A voice sounded beside you and you snickered.

"Hi Vicki." You greeted dryly, glancing over at the bottle-tanned strawberry blonde.

"Sinclair." She greeted, her eyes on Skip, the old captain of the football team. "Glad you could make it."

"Wouldn't miss it, Vicki." You fakely smiled, a much practiced one that won you Miss Congeniality in the yearbook.

"I thought you ran away to the big apple." She chirped, "What happened?"

"It's summer." You informed her, taking a sip of your beer. "And I wanted to visit home. Nothing like Hawkins." You downed the rest of your beer and made a show of it, "I'm gonna get another one." You said, padding away from her.

You moved through the crowd of bodies and down the hallway. You knocked on the bathroom door and got no response so you went in, closing and locking the door behind you. You put your empty cup on the counter and took your cigarettes out of your back pocket.

You put one between your lips, fluffing your hair in the mirror. You were about to light it when you saw dark brown eyes staring at you through the reflection.

The cigarette dropped from your lips as you screamed, whirling around to see a head full of brown curls peeking over the shower curtain.

"Don't freak out-!" The guy started and you scoffed incredulously.

"Pervert!" You hissed, watching as the shower curtain opened and Eddie Munson, the twice failed, failure to launch himself, step out of it.

"Not a pervert." He objected, holding his hands up defensively, "Just hiding, promise."

Your brows furrowed and you crossed your arms, "Hiding?" You echoed, squinting your eyes, "From who?"

Eddie motioned outside the door with his head, his lips spreading in a small smile, "Them."

"Oh." You muttered, leaning against the sink. "No offense," You started, cutting your eyes at him, "But who invited you?"

"Ouch." Eddie teasingly frowned, placing a hand over his heart, your eyes flickered down to his gleaming rings, "I'm here to provide the rations, Lady Sinclair with the Curly Hair."

Your lips spread in a smile but you tried to hide it by biting them. He grinned at the sight, slightly bouncing on his feet.

"Who are you hiding from?" Eddie questioned, mimicking your stance and crossing his arms.

"Them." You echoed his early sentiment, shaking your head.

Eddie raised his brows, "You're one of them though." He accused and you nodded, taking your cigarettes out of your back pocket again.