✔️rough, eddie munson

⊹₊⋆ emotions come, i don't know why

12:07 P.M. Eddie had his walkman playing, headphones on, strolling through the near-empty halls of Hawkins High, skipping class and hoping to kill enough time for the lunch bell to ring. He almost heard something over KISS's Dynasty album blasting, probably other students talking to each other, he brushed it off.

Until a hand was on his shoulder and he jumped, his heart lurched in his chest before he turned around and saw Cynthia laughing, hand covering her mouth.

"I am so sorry," she started as he took his headphones off, "I thought you heard me."

Pausing his music, he took a deep breath and leaned back against the lockers, "yeah, I wouldn't have ignored you."

"Again, sorry." She apologized, pressing her shoulder against the lockers beside him, on the edge of getting into his personal space, "I came to say good luck on your test. Please don't skip out on it."

He played with the ends of his hair, feeling her dark eyes studying him as he remembered how on edge he actually was for this test, "what makes you think I'd do that, Moose?"

Cynthia let out a sarcastic laugh, "Munson, this isn't the first class we've had together believe it or not. Besides, I'm not going to be here to drag you there myself."

Eddie nodded slowly as he locked eyes with his tutor, the bell ringing, signaling the end of class and the start of lunch, "see you tomorrow, then?"

"Yeah, um actually, I was wondering if maybe–" she stumbled over her words, tearing her eyes away from Eddie's. "I know you might have Hellfire or something, but I was hoping we could hang out tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow night?" He asked.

"Yeah, I finally got dibs on The Thing and Terror Train," she met his eyes again while fiddling with her hands, "thought you might be interested."

"Dude, yeah. What time?"

Cynthia smiled, a weight seemingly lifted from her shoulders, "seven thirty, eight. Whichever works better for you."

"Seven thirty it is."

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Eddie showed up, admittedly, pretty early. 6:45 P.M. He couldn't wait around at Rick's or his own trailer any longer.

He hated that he was nervous, it wasn't even his first time dropping by her house, it's been a regular thing for the past two weeks. This time seemed different though, she was clearly nervous asking him to hang out; it was just a couple movies and some drinks, right?

Wringing his hands out and fiddling with the silver rings as he got out of the van, he really started to overthink coming by this early. It didn't seem like she'd mind too much, Cynthia always seemed to notice when he was early, commending him for it almost.

With a quick huff, he lifted his hand and knocked on the door.

There was shuffling from, presumably, the living room then the door swung open but he wasn't met by Cynthia. Instead, it was her younger sister, Beth.

"Oh my god." She muttered before calling out into the house, "Eddie's here!"

Eddie knew Beth, kind of. Knew of, more like. Twice she was dragged in to play D&D with Hellfire by the two freshman boys he brought under his wing. She was good, understood the game well, but it was clear she didn't like him.

Cynthia came into view, turning the corner from the hallway, "Christ, Beth. I thought you left." The older sister turned her attention to Eddie who was waiting awkwardly in the doorway after Beth rolled her eyes and walked back into the living room, "come on . Ignore her."