"You Really Screwed Up This Time, Carver..." - Eddie Munson x Y/N Story

10. '86 Baby!

TW - Swearing, body shaming, starvation.

The last 5 weeks or so have gone by in a flash. It's insane really. Since finding out I was pregnant, it's like time moves differently all of a sudden. I've just hit the 20-22 week mark - the "average halfway point" my OB-GYN tells me... only half way and I'm over it! Plus over the last two days, my belly has popped right out, not huge or anything, but it's definitely there. Thankfully, it's much colder in Hawkins right now, I mean, of course it is... it's February. So nobody bats an eyelid at my new adornment of heavy sweaters and oversized T-shirts.

Christmas came and went, thankfully relatively stress free, not without my mom making a crude comment about me looking "almost as plump as the turkey". By now I've long since quit cheer, much to my moms disappointment - she thinks the weight gain is from the new lack of exercise. But I remind her that I'm not a cheerleader anymore, so it doesn't matter if it's "not becoming to be a fat cheerleader". Jason refuses to talk to me most of the time as I've started hanging out with the Hellfire Club, joining their D&D campaigns too. He's not mean to me, just refuses to acknowledge I exist. I'd spent a lot of the Christmas vacation with Eddie and his friends, who are all super nice, a refreshing change from my last social circle. I love Dustin! He's such a sweet and funny kid. All the Hellfire guys are great, although Lucas remains distant because if his basketball alliances. His girlfriends great though, Max. Lives near Eddie at the trailer park apparently. I got to know Nancy - Nancy Wheeler. She was nice too... totally not what I thought she'd be like. I got to know Eddies band mates really well, we talk at Hellfire but band practice is when they really come alive. We all have the same taste in music, which seemed to shock Gareth. My favourites though are probably Steve and Robin. They're hilarious! I've talked to them briefly before, but now we spend time together... having actual movie nights and not just fictitious ones I've concocted to cover my ass from my brother.

I'd spent most of my time with Eddie though. Which has been tough. The hormones are playing off the fact that we like each other and create some very hazardous situations. Eddie and I have had a few... near misses. These fucking hormones mean I struggle to keep my hands off him, but he's a gentleman and constantly reminds me that we're meant to be taking it slow. That doesn't mean I haven't stopped thinking about him... for my own needs, if you know what I mean. And I can't say our one-on-one hangouts have been strictly PG13, we've found ourselves getting a little R-rated recently. Regrettably though, this new bubble-belly I've got going on is likely gonna be putting a stop to any of that.

As you've probably guessed by now... I still haven't told Eddie. But don't judge me! It's really not that simple!

I've been lucky enough that the cold weather has made my new fashion statement of loose, oversized sweaters and coats seem normal. Even at school, thankfully, nobody has taken any notice of my new style. My moms made a few comments about not showing off "my curves" as she tends to call them... she calls them that when she thinks she's being nice. Most of the time she just reminds me that I'm getting fat, constantly telling me that "boys won't want me and I could always try and get back into cheer... when I was skinny!". I've spent little time around my family since Christmas, which has been so nice! Usually returning home for the occasionally dinner or bed. Can't say my dads even noticed I'm not there, piles his energy into work or Jason.

It's been a shitty week at school, I'm working so hard to fly through finals as Jellybeans due just after then - hoping desperately she stays put until then. Hoping that I can't get as much extra credit to make up for any possible missed exams or work in case it doesn't go to plan. It's making me so tired. I'm so exhausted right now, which isn't helped by my cutting out coffee from my diet, meaning I have, of course missed my alarm. I wake up in a fluster and start throwing my clothes on, checking myself in the mirror again and again and again - trying to be absolutely sure you can't see the bump. I finally land on an oversized black, pullover hoodie covering my Metallica tee, a short purple tube skirt (the bottom being the only part you can see, thankfully), tights and converse - my feet hurt too much for anything else.