Dirty Little Secret| Eddie Munson x Reader

All I Wanted

Y/N's POV
Friday, November 29th, 1985.

"Can I borrow your underpants for ten minutes?"

Anthony Michael Hall asked on the screen as I watched Sixteen Candles for the millionth time, my eyes flickering between the TV screen and the clock, counting down the last ten minutes of my afternoon shift. A monstrous yawn overtook my face as my eyes struggled to stay open, my body begging me to catch up on the lost sleep from last night. The night before, I'd spent the Thanksgiving holiday at my Uncle Christopher's, staying far too late for my sanity as my dad insisted staying to watch the last quarter of the Lions vs Cowboys game. This normally would've been fine with me, but my agreement to stick around became something of a mistake as the game went overtime for an entire hour and despite my relentless begging to go home because I had work early the next morning, my dad was firm in staying to the very last minute. My sleepiness wasn't helped by the soothing, rhythmic pattering of the torrential downpour upon the roof of Family Video, it sounding like a lullaby at this point. Just as I felt my eyes lulling shut, the bell on the door chimed, acting as some makeshift alarm clock snapping me out of my hazy state as another customer bounded through the entrance. I turned my bloodshot eyes to the sound, seeing a sopping wet Mike Wheeler whipping his hair around like a dog, water droplets spraying in all directions. His eyes met mine as a kind smile spread across his lips, a hint of surprise present behind his gaze.

"You work here?" Mike asked, shivering in place.

"Since August, Mike," I responded in mock disappointment before we both cracked up into laughter. "Here to rent something?"

"Nah, spent the last of my allowance at the arcade. Actually, I was on my way home from there but then it started pouring so I ducked in here." He said, peeking out the glass doors at the violent thunderstorm outside. "Is it cool if I wait out the storm in here for a while?"

"It doesn't look like its gonna clear up anytime soon. I'm about finished with my shift, though. I can give you a ride if you want," I offered, to which Mike nodded before I grabbed my bag and slipped my jacket over my shoulders. I met him on the other side of the counter as I yelled back to Keith. "Keith, I'm out!"

Keith offered his usual disinterested harrumph in response as Mike and I ran out the doors and into my car. I quickly cranked on the engine and turned the heat up all the way to soothe Mike's violent trembling before pulling out onto the street towards his house. The car was mostly silent, not necessarily uncomfortable with the radio faintly playing between us, as I came to realize I'd never gotten the chance to console him about his Nana's passing, being so swept up in my own personal bullshit.

"How are you doing lately? I know a death in the family can be hard," I spoke sympathetically, peeling my eyes away from the road ever so briefly to look at him.

"A death in the family?" Mike asked in a panic.

"Nance told me your Nana passed a few weeks back," I said carefully as not to upset the younger teen further.

"That's weird," He scrunched his eyebrows together. "Nana just called yesterday."

"Oh," I breathed, utterly speechless for a moment as Mike's confused stare burned into the side of my head. "Must've gotten mixed up then, forget it."

Mike shrugged, taking my words as truth as he turned up the radio. My head was reeling, flipping over explanations as to why Nancy would ever possibly lie about something like that. Nancy was weird, that was something that wasn't up for debate, but this was just a whole new level of odd. Shortly after, we rolled up in the Wheeler's driveway and Mike cracked open the door, raindrops rapidly whirring inside the cab.