Eddie Munson - A Collection of One-Shots!

009. Thy Best Friend, Thy Enemy.

"You're moving?"

"I don't wanna go, my mom has this new job in the city and well... where she goes, I go. I'm sixteen Eddie, I can't exactly stay here without her."

"But we're best friends."

"And we'll always be best friends. We can call each other every day, I'm sure we'd come back for Christmas; we have family and friends here."

"Everything will change, when you go."

"You have friends here, not just me."

"They're not my best friend, like you are."

"We'll still be friends."

"You sure?"

"This can work."

"You'll call me every day?"

"Of course I will. Will you call every day?"

"Absolutely I will. I can't go a day without talking to you."

"The moving van is waiting for me, Eddie."

"I suppose I should let you go then, huh?"

"You're gonna have to Ed."

He unwrapped his arms from around me and released me from his embrace.

He gave me a longing look, one I returned without hesitation.

We often looked at each other this way.
Something always unspoken.

He walked me to the front door of my now empty house, and seemed to hesitate.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Before you go...." He said, pulling me to him.

We'd never quite been this close before.
He took me in his arms once again, holding me at the waist. My hands gripped his musclely forearms, as his chocolate brown eyes bored into mine.

I swallowed nervously, and felt my breath catch in my chest as his face moved closer to mine.

"What?" I asked, nervously.

Before he crushed his lips against my own, and I crumbled in his arms again, kissing him back.

It was soft, and it was tender.
Eddie Munson was kissing me.

My best friend was kissing me.

"I'll be waiting for you, for a lot more than just friends." He whispered against my lips.

"You'll wait for me?" I asked him, in disbelief.

"Every day." He confirmed.

And I got into the moving van, and he watched me leave Hawkins. He never took his eyes off me.

And I never took my eyes off him, until he was finally out of sight.

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One year later.

The calls stopped six months in.
He stopped calling as frequently, and when I called, he didn't return them.

I left a lot of messages with his Uncle, who I was sure was passing them on, it was just Eddie wasn't calling me back.

It had taken him six months to forget about me altogether, maybe even less time - who knew?

Which was annoyingly ironic, considering he'd kissed me goodbye and hinted that he'd considered me to be more than a friend, and was going to wait for me.