Your parents decide to relocate after an incident the summer before your freshmen year of high school, one that leaves you irrevocably changed.
But after three years away, you decide to stop running from your demons and return to Hawkins High for y...
You finish applying lip gloss in the mirror, your favorite neutral shade, before pressing your lips together and taking a step back.
You smiled with satisfaction. It wasn't too often you got all dolled up but with so many heavy things happening over the past few weeks you just needed to be a normal teenage senior for a night. No searching for ways to bring your rapist to justice. No dealing with the man you love not wanting to be with you...wait, never mind, at least that sounded very much like a normal teenage issue. But you knew he wouldn't be there. He'd never be caught dead at a school dance.
You and Stacy had gone out to get new dresses. You did your makeup the same as usual, same wingtip eyeliner, but you added some curls to your hair to add a bit more elegance for the night. The dress was much more revealing than what you'd normally wear. It was off the shoulder, showing off your collarbone and neck. The dress went to about mid-thigh and you paired it with nude heels to make your mile-long legs even longer. Your favorite part, though, was the top, filled with a red rose pattern that was see through. Not enough to see anything, but quite enough to leave others to their imaginations.
Although figuring out the pasty situation was an event in and of itself.
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You were going with Stacy. For obvious reasons, she was picking you up at your house and was going to stand in as your date. You were meeting Robin and Steve at the dance who were also going together just as friends; Nancy was on deadline for the paper and we all knew how seriously she took that. She'd probably make an appearance, though, to take pictures.
"Part of you hopes he'll be there, huh?" Stacy said sympathetically, watching you evaluate yourself in the mirror one last time in case anything needed to be touched up.
Leave it to Stacy to cut right to the chase.
You make eye contact with her in the mirror and sigh. "Yeah..." you admit, looking at yourself again. "Yeah I guess I am..."
"I think he's going to come around...not literally to the dance. When pigs fly," she snorted. "But...I don't know...I don't think we've seen the last of Eddie Munson."
You don't reply. You don't even know what to say. You miss him every day. And seeing him every day at school definitely doesn't help. There were so many times you wanted to reach out again, but how pathetic could you possibly be? You basically begged him to not break up with you, you tried to talk to him during detention and he wanted nothing to do with it.
Your heart ached to be with the boy you loved...but dammit if you didn't need to keep some of your dignity.
********************** Your first time at a formal dance in Hawkins and it's every bit small town as you thought it would be. But it looked perfect.
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