Dirty Little Secret| Eddie Munson x Reader

Propositions

Y/N's POV
Tuesday, October 1, 1985.

Hawkins High was unlike it's usual monotonous self this dreary morning, with the hallways buzzing with considerable excitement. Today tickets for homecoming went on sale and everyone and their mother practically was teeming with anticipation of the huge event at the end of the week. It was inescapable, a pack of teens raving about their plans for homecoming at every corner of the school. Me, however, could not be further from feeling even a crumb of excitement for the  dance. Steve had successfully swayed me to agree to go with the group, having to bribe me with buying my lunch for me for the entire month. The thought of having to be packed into the gym, made stuffy and humid from the slew of sweaty, grinding teenagers, in a stiff dress with every single person from school for an extended period of time sounded like my own personal Hell. On top of that, not being able to have Eddie there with me to make it even a pinch more bearable was even more excruciating.

Thankfully, my thoughts were forced to be elsewhere at the moment, as Fred was making my life all too difficult in newspaper like usual. Despite showing him I was worthy of something more interesting, Fred was adamant on assigning me yawn-fests. I'd made front page of the paper for the past three issues, and yet here he was, still treating me like I was the worst journalist on the planet. I wasn't sure what it was going to take to get him to respect me, but I wasn't going to give up yet. And fortunately for me, I had Nancy on my side.

"I think if you come up with something better to write, I could get Fred to pass the science fair story off to one of the sophomores," Nancy offered as she pulled a notebook out of her locker.

"But the deadline to turn in our rough write-ups is Friday," I whined, leaning back against the lockers next to hers.

"Be honest, have you even started on the science fair story?" Nancy raised an eyebrow at me.

"Well, no," I said lowly.

"Exactly. So, you can stand to come up with something else or just suck it up and write what you were assigned," Nancy said as she rolled her eyes before her face lit up at something behind me. "Hey, you. Feeling better?"

I turned over my shoulder to see Robin walking up towards us. My face broke out into a grin at the sight of the girl and she returned my sentiment, a wide smile spreading across her freckled cheeks. She'd missed the past few days of school and work with strep throat and needless to say, I missed her a lot.

"Hey guys, much better, thanks," Robin beamed over to Nancy before slinging her arm over my shoulders and smiling sweetly in my face. "So, what did I miss?"

"Nothing, really. Homecoming tickets went on sale this morning," Nancy informed her.

"Oh, right, homecoming. We're all going together right?" Robin motioned between the three of us, looking back and forth at our faces for confirmation.

"I assumed so," Nancy agreed, before she focused her sights back on me. "Unless y/n has been asked by someone already?"

"Nope. No one's asked me," I shook my head. As much as I wished a certain someone would've, I knew it wouldn't happen in a million years.

"No one's asked you? I mean do you think someone will ask you? We can't rule out the possibility of someone asking you, y/n." Nancy pressed urgently, rambling her words. I furrowed my eyebrows at her, unsure what she was getting so worked up over. I shot a quick glance over to an also confused Robin, who just shrugged at me.

"Uh, I guess that's true," I agreed hesitantly. "But going by that logic, we can't rule out the possibility of you or Robin being asked either."

"Be real, no one would ask me," Robin chuckled to herself.