"You did good, kid. You're gonna be a force to be reckoned with once we've trained you up." Mr. Jacobs said at the end of the night.
"Really?" I asked.
"Oh, for sure. Here, since you ain't been hired yet I'll pay ya in cash tonight. You can just come back tomorrow, same time and we'll get ya started officially, ok?"
"Yes, that's perfect, thank you Mr. Jacobs."
"Yeah, no problem kid." He handed me a small pile of cash and I took it, hugging my folded shirts to my chest and turning around just as Eddie wandered over to me.
"So what'd you think?" He asked, crossing his shockingly-muscular arms across his chest.
"I think...you rock the ponytail." I said, reaching up and flicking it outward with the back of my hand.
"Yeah, tell me something I don't know." He said. I smiled.
"You guys are good. Like really good like...way too good for this crappy little town, kind of good." He smiled brightly at this.
"Hey. Amber, right?" Carl called, leaning over the bar.
"Yeah." I confirmed, moving to stand beside Eddie.
"You did good tonight. I look forward to working with you. We need good waitresses."
"Yeah, it should be fun." I agreed, glancing at Eddie, who's happy demeanor seemed to have faltered.
"We should probably head out," He told me, "The guys are exhausted and I'm sure you are too." I nodded in agreement.
"It was nice meeting you, Carl."
"Yeah, you too...Amber." He flashed a smile at me, prompting Eddie to put a hand on my shoulder and begin steering me out the door.
"Ok, whoa, I didn't realize you were in that big of a hurry." I said. He shook his head, glancing over his shoulder at Carl. "What is it?"
"I don't trust that guy." He said simply, glancing at me. "I think he was flirting with you."
"No he wasn't. He was just being nice," I denied, "I'm only seventeen, Carl's like...twenty-seven."
"Yeah, well I hate to break it to you Princess but if you think that's stopping anybody in the late-night bar crowd, you must not get out much." I furrowed my eyebrows.
"No, but I do have the basic human ability to pick up on social cues." I argued. "He was not flirting with me. And even if he was, why do you care?"
"Aside from the fact that he's almost thirty?" He asked, coming to a stop beside the van. "Gee, I don't know, Amber." I furrowed my eyebrows at this. "Well regardless...I'm bringing you back tomorrow."
"No you're not," I argued, "You have band practice and I'm sure you have other things going on-"
"No, it doesn't matter. I don't trust you to be alone with that guy."
"I'm not going to 'be alone' with him, its a public place."
"I don't care, he's a total creep and you're a pretty, impressionable teenage girl-"
"-Impressionable?"
"-I just would feel better if-"
"Well no offense Eddie, but it doesn't really matter how you feel." I said, finally cutting off his rant. His face fell, looking slightly hurt by this. "Look...our friendship is incredibly valuable to me, and I appreciate everything you've done for me, but believe it or not, I actually don't need you to protect me from everything."
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Sweet Amber (A Stranger Things/Eddie Munson Fanfiction) REWRITING
Fanfic(SPIN OFF SERIES TO MY STEVE HARRINGTON STORY, TAKES PLACE BEFORE AND DURING SEASONS 1-3) Amber Sweetwater was always known as being the sweetest girl at Hawkins High School...and it wasn't just because it was in her name. Everyone loved Amber. Girl...
