EDDIE MUNSON IMAGINES

YOU'RE OKAY (2)

it had only been about an hour since you had snuck through his window, he had cleaned up your cut, and you had fallen asleep in his arms after listening to his voice ease you into sleep. your mind was racing, it was wild with different thoughts of what happened a few hours ago. you jolted awake in your sleep, still laying with eddie as he woke up from your sudden movement. he turned on a lamp, looking at you to check if you were okay. 

"hey," he said softly, his eyes observing your actions right now, your behavior you were displaying. you put a hand to your head, trying to block out the vision from earlier. "hey, look at me." 

you hesitantly removed your hand as you looked at your boyfriend. your eyes were filled with fear once more as he sighed, taking the hand that had not been cut by the flower pot, in his. his thumb rubbed over your knuckles soothingly, all the while you stared back at him. 

"what happened? you were sleeping, i thought," he said softly.

"mhm," you murmered. "i, i was. but, i can't, her face," you began fragmenting your sentences once more. eddie sighed, still holding your hand as his eyes observed yours. 

"oh, _________," he said softly, a sad tone hinted throughout his words. "i'm going to get dustin tonight if i need to." 

your eyes stared back at his before looking down towards your bandaged hand. he gently pulled you back into his arms as he held onto you, your hand going back to messing with the loose thread on his shirt. 

"i know you need sleep, i know you're tired," eddie said. "but, you can stay up with me if you need to. i will stay up with you, i promise."

"water?" you asked, sitting up slightly as eddie nodded, getting up to get you some but your hand refused to let go of his. he sighed, looking back at you sitting on the bed, your fingers intertwined with his tightly. 

"come on," he said softly, watching you get up as you walked closely to him into the kitchen. his eyes were observant of his surroundings because of how paranoid and scared you were. he could feel you practically right behind him, almost on his shoes. but he didn't care. 

with his only free hand, he opened the fridge door and grabbed a water bottle out from the small shelf on the side. when he handed it to you, he could see how shaky your hands still were as you took it from him. 

"do you want to talk?" he asked as your eyes looked up to meet his. you shook your head, thinking over his suggestion before meeting his eyes once more. he could read right through your emotions so easily, so clearly. "let's go back to my room, and we can talk about whatever you want to talk about."

you followed him back to his bedroom, still super close by him as you sat down next to him on the bed. he got up to close the door while you took a sip of your water, allowing it to try and calm you down some. when he joined you back on the bed, your eyes met his once more.

"so, what do you want to talk about?" he asked gently, your eyes looking down towards your ring from your mother. it was her ring from her grandmother, and now it was yours. 

"tell me about why you hate basketball so much," you said softly, looking back up at him as he laughed slightly, leaning back on his elbows as you stared over at him sweetly, the fear still gnawing at your bare skin. 

"okay, odd request," he began, seeing your eyes expectantly looking at his. "i thought you knew how much i hate the social construct of conformity for kids at schools?" 

you smiled slightly, the first smile you had even shown since the incident with chrissy. eddie smiled back at you, his eyes observing you, full of adoration. 

"do you despise jason that much?" you asked, your sentences becoming full once more. eddie sighed, looking up towards his ceiling as you waited for an answer from him.