Stranger Things one shots

Hell Diver 6

i feel ashamed for how long it took me to write and post this but i hope it's alright.

word count: 2k

warnings: nothing explicit, kissing?? sneaking around. its all just fluff

PART 6 - UP IN THE TOWER

The second you returned home after school, you threw your shoes off and ran upstairs to your bedroom. It was just the right amount of chaotically out of character for you to get your mom off the phone to ask if everything was alright but not that much to make her worried. She was content with a rushed "I'm fine, mom!" from you and a slam of your bedroom door.

Yeah, you remembered it right; your room was a mess.

Piles of clothes were strewn everywhere; your desk was hidden underneath a stack of books, schoolwork, and makeup. All you could think about was how this would be the first time Eddie would see your room. You remembered what it was like in his trailer. You had looked everywhere, trying to get a bit of an insight into him. It is the natural response in a new place, to want to look around at everything, isn't it? So you had to make sure to hide all of your most embarrassing items.

Unfortunately, you could not do anything about the dusty pink wallpaper you had chosen in middle school, but it could have been worse, you reminded yourself. And it wasn't that you were scared Eddie would judge you; you didn't want— well, ok, you were slightly scared of being judged. Who wouldn't be? You and Eddie had completely different styles; your rooms spoke for that perfectly. The fact you had any common interests was a miracle in itself, yet here you were... cleaning up in a rush before he would come over to catch you up on the D&D campaign you were soon to join.

You spent the entire afternoon cleaning up and would have kept going if your mother had not called you downstairs for dinner.

'What are you doing up there anyway?' she asked.

'Just some spring cleaning.' Which was technically true. And your mother had been nagging you to sort out your room for weeks, so everything worked perfectly.

The rest of the dinner went by fast. Finally, the table was cleaned up, and your family went back to the TV room, but you excused yourself to ran back up to your room. The clock on your wall just ticked by 7. You still had three hours before he would get here.

It was a nightmarish 3 hours. You tried to busy yourself by going over all your shelves, straightening out picture frames, re-organising some books, and doing anything to ignore that feeling of anticipation gnawing at your stomach. There was absolutely no reason for you to be this nervous. You had never been really nervous around Eddie, just... you couldn't quite describe how you felt around him, but it was pleasant. Nice.

The clock neared ten, and you were getting worried for different reasons. Usually, by this time, you would hear your parents head upstairs, brush their teeth and go to bed. Your mother would come by and say good night, telling you off for not doing the dishes as meticulously as she would have liked. Lights would go off in the house room by room, but, 5 minutes to 10, none of that had happened. They were still downstairs, chatting away.

Then you heard it. At first, you weren't sure where it came from. This ticking sound, louder than your clock. But it persisted, and you looked around. It was a pure coincidence you decided to look at your window when you saw a little pebble hit it. He wouldn't...

You leaned to look out your window, and there, right below you stood Eddie Munson. He waved to you enthusiastically, proudly even. You pushed the window open, and the cool night air grazed your face.