Stranger Things - Imagines (Book 2)

Eddie Munson X Reader - Sk8er Boi

A/N - This chapter was inspired by one of my favourite songs of all time Sk8er Boi by Avril Lavigne. This song genuinely came out when I was 6 years old (Yes, this was 21 years ago and the song is probably older than a lot of the people reading this); was part of the first album I ever purchased for myself (with my own pocket money): and cures my depression whenever it comes on. It's honestly a miracle that it's taken me this long to use it for inspiration in my writing, but I hope you all enjoy it.

"Are you nervous?" you asked quietly, watching as Eddie tapped his foot against the threadbare carpet of the Green Room. His eyes fell on you instantly, his expression softening, shoulders relaxing slightly at the sight of you smiling at him. "I mean, the first gig back in your home town after you finally start making it big is pretty intimidating, right?" you pressed on, your nerves settling when Eddie did, moving to slump onto the couch beside you. 

"It's weird, you know? Half of the people in that crowd out there used to hate my guts. They made my life a living Hell at school. But now-" his words trailed off and he shrugged slightly. 

You nodded, understanding all too well. Sure, you hadn't grown up in Hawkins, but all small towns were the same at their core. They liked their routine and hated anything that dared to stray from the norm. And more than that, they loved to gossip about anything and everything. A teenager filled with angst and a love for alternative music was a pretty easy target. You'd had the target on your back through school too.

"Do you think that girl will come?"

"What girl?"

You twisted in your seat, so close to him that your knees were pressed to his thigh. "You know the one I mean. Kirsty. Kristie-"

"Chrissy?"

"Yeah, the one we wrote the song about," you pressed on, grinning when he held his arm out for you to curl into his side. 

He shrugged slightly, pressing a kiss to your temple when you finally leaned into his embrace. "I don't know. Maybe?" he hummed out. "She doesn't seem like she'd be the type to listen to our music."

"Neither are half the kids I went to school with, but they all showed up when we played Tampa. They're just obsessed with the idea of knowing someone in the band; they don't care if they like the music."

He let out a soft hum of agreement, nudging his nose against the side of your head until you glanced up at him. "If Chrissy shows up she'll get the shock of her life, hearing you sing about her like that."

You chuckled softly, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. "I hope she comes."

*Time Skip*

"Baby," Eddie uttered, nudging your elbow lightly before wrapping his arm around your shoulders, pulling you sideways until you could just about see the crowd through the gap at the side of the stage. "Front row; the blonde in the green sweater," he told you, waiting for your eyes to lock onto the woman he was describing. "That's Chrissy Cunningham," he confessed, chuckling when your eyes widened, your head snapping up to look at him before immediately returning to her. 

"Holy shit," you breathed out. "I bet she was super hot in high school," you added softly. "I mean, the Bambi eyes paired with that jawline; I totally get why you had a thing for her," you pressed, shaking your head in disbelief. When you finally turned back to him, he was smiling softly down at you, the pure adoration that you were so used to oozing off of him. "Do you think she'll know it's about her?"

"Why do I get the feeling that you're going to make it real hard for her to play dumb?" 

You let out a soft bubble of laughter. "Me? I'm just here to put on a good show for our loving public," you hummed, the twinkle in your eyes giving away your true intentions. Yeah, Chrissy was definitely going to know that you were singing about her by the end of the night. 

*Time Skip*

"I'm afraid it's time for our last song of the night," you spoke into your mic, loosening it from the stand as you started pacing the front of the stage. "But we've saved our favourite for last," you pressed on, grinning when the tune kicked up behind you, causing the crowd to cheer as they recognised the opening of the song. 

"He was a boy; She was a girl. Can I make it any more obvious?" you sang, grinning when the crowd sang with you. "He was a punk; she did ballet. What more can I say?"  You hurried over to the other end of the stage, forcing your attention away from where Chrissy was bopping along in the front row. "He wanted her; She'd never tell, that secretly she wanted him as well. But all of her friends stuck up their nose, they had a problem with his baggy clothes." 

"He was a skater boy; she said see you later, boy. He wasn't good enough for her. She had a pretty face, but her head was up in space; she needed to come back down to Earth." 

You grinned as you walked to the other end of the stage, waving at fans as you sang. 

"Five years from now, she sits at home feeding the baby, she's all alone. She turns on TV, and guess who she sees, Skater Boy rockin' up MTV. She calls up her friends, they already know; they've all got tickets to see his show. She tags along. Stands in the crowd, and looks up at the man that she turned down."

You were grinning when you reached the front of the stage, directly in front of Chrissy, still avoiding eye contact. 

"He was a skater boy; she said see you later, boy. He wasn't good enough for her. Now he's a Superstar, slammin' on his guitar. Does your pretty face see what he's worth? He was a skater boy; she said see you later, boy. He wasn't good enough for her. Now he's a Superstar, slammin' on his guitar. Does your pretty face see what he's worth?"

Suddenly, you dropped into a crouch, your eyes locking on Chrissy's like she was the only person in the room, watching as her cheeks heated up to a bright pink at the sheer intimacy of the eye contact you were holding. 

"Sorry Girl, but you missed out. Well tough luck, that boy's mine now. We are more than just good friends. This is how the story ends. Too bad that you couldn't see; see the man that boy could be. There is more than meets the eye. I see the soul that is inside." 

You sent her a wink before pushing back up to your feet, grinning as you sauntered your way to where Eddie was playing, his eyes following you like they always did. 

"He's just a boy and I'm just a girl. Can I make it any more obvious?" you sang, slowly moving behind Eddie, your hand running over his shoulder. "We are in love. Haven't you heard, how we rock each other's world?" 

You chuckled, pressing a kiss to Eddie's cheek before running back to the front of the stage.

"I'm with the skater boy. I said, see you later, boy; I'll be backstage after the show. I'll be at a studio singing the song we wrote about a girl you used to know. I'm with the skater boy. I said, see you later, boy; I'll be backstage after the show. I'll be at a studio singing the song we wrote about a girl you used to know."

When the song came to a close, you took a deep bow. "Hawkins, we have been Corroded Coffin. You have been an incredible audience. Thank you and Goodnight," you cried out, turning to look at the guys, all giving their bows to the raucous applause echoing through the crowd.  

When you finally got off the stage, you'd found Eddie immediately, giving him a quick, adrenaline-fueled kiss before pulling back to smile up at him, "Do you think she got the hint?"

"Baby," he hummed softly, his hands still gripping your hips. "I don't think there was a single person in the crowd who didn't get the hint."

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