EDDIE MUNSON IMAGINES

WINDOW CONVERSATIONS

author's note: please drop your favorite songs that keep you awake cause i will need them for so much LMAO. anyways, hope you all enjoy! this was inspired by a song, i can't remember what song & exactly why but just know it was haha.
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homework always kept you up late, sometimes the occasional call from your boyfriend who usually was up late doing whatever random shit he felt like doing. tonight you were trying to go through your science notes for a test tomorrow when you heard a knock on your window. you knew that eddie liked coming to see you late at night if he felt lonely, but the two of you had a knock pattern so that you knew it was him. 

this was two knocks, just as simple as that. 

cautiously, you stood up and walked over to your window, quickly pulling back the curtain as you saw steve standing outside of it, holding onto the edge of the window sill. you shook your head, seeing him mouth 'please' which you folded into. 

you slid the window up, keeping him outside still as you stood in front of the small gap to get inside your room.

"what the hell are you doing," you stated, your eyes looking to his to search for an answer or some kind of explanation, if he even had one at this point. 

"i needed to come see you," he replied, holding the edge of the window sill harshly, standing on a small ledge of your house's arcitechture. 

"why? we broke up seven months ago, steve. and if you're trying to get me to date you again, it's not going to happen, okay? i thought you were with nancy," you told him as he shook his head. 

"she left me for jonathan byers," he muttered as you sighed, looking off to the side of your room. you did feel bad for him, he didn't deserve that. even though you two hadn't dated in quite some time, you still respected him as a friend, but the sneaking to your window at night had to stop. 

"look, steve, i really am sorry for you for that, okay? you know i am, you don't deserve that- nobody does. but you can't come sneaking to my window anymore, i have a boyfriend now and i can tell you that he wouldn't want to hear that you did something like this, let alone see you doing something like this," you told him, your eyes meeting his once more. 

"you're the only person who understands me, _________, how the hell do i explain any of this to anybody?" he asked as you sighed, looking down towards the carpet of your bedroom. 

"what are you really talking about, steve?" you asked, avoiding his eye contact that seemed persistent. "is this about what happened during the summer?" 

you reluctantly looked up to see his answer as he nodded. 

"you knew that i was yours at that time, steve. you still got so jealous over me." 

he shook his head, your eyes still on his. 

"i just want to know if that was the turning point on why we broke up?" he asked. 

there was a shared silence between the two of you before you responded to him. 

"it was a turning point for me, i mean," you started. "steve, look, why are we talking about this?" 

"because i need to know," he responded abruptly. 

"i think you're just lonely and missing somebody," you said, your eyes searching his sad ones. "and i'm sorry for what nancy did to you. nobody deserves that, harrington." 

"_______, come on. you won't even tell me what went wrong? what could i have done to save us?" 

you shook your head, about to stand up to close the window, but he reached out and grabbed one of your hands. you shakily pulled it from his grasp before speaking once more. he took notice of how quickly you tried to avoid his contact.