A/N - This is another part 2 that was actually finished before the initial chapter was actually posted, because I sort of love this little dynamic they had going on. This one was semi-inspired by the song Call Your Mom by Noah Kahan. I hope you all enjoy it.
Eddie was almost certain that you had said you would be at the cabin by 6. You'd had a morning shift at work, that much he was 100% sure of. And then, you said you were going to swing by the hospital to see Max, relieve Lucas from his bedside duty for a little while. And then, you were going to grab some stuff to make dinner, and you would be here by 6. He'd been replaying the conversation over and over in his head, repeating your words out loud to himself at times, and he couldn't quite figure out what he might have misunderstood.
And now, it was 7:15, and you still weren't here. He'd been pacing for the best part of the last hour, going from the front porch to the couch, to the kitchen, and back out onto the porch, listening intently for the telltale sign of your piece of shit car trundling up the path to the cabin.
He'd tried the walkie a couple of times, too, set to the channel that you kept open for him on the nights your mom wasn't working and you needed to stay at home rather than with him. But there was no response. No static. Nothing.
Finally, his restlessness had gotten the best of him, and he'd switched channels. "Dustin?" he uttered into the receiver, gnawing anxiously at the edge of his fingernail.
There was a moment of silence, followed by a beat of static, and then Dustin answered. "Hey, Eddie. What's up?"
"Have you seen Y/N today?"
There was a pause, a moment of consideration. "She was working when I went to the store this morning," Dustin told him.
"And how was she?"
"She was working," Dustin uttered like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "She was fine, I guess. Busy."
"But she was okay?"
"Eddie, what's going on?"
Eddie released a deep sigh before clicking the speak button. "She was supposed to be here over an hour ago. I tried to radio, but she isn't responding."
"Wait, are you guys-" Dustin's words trailed off slightly. "Is Y/N your girlfriend?" The moment of silence seemed to be enough confirmation for Dustin. "Holy shit, dude. That's huge."
"Henderson, stop talking," Eddie bit at him. "Look, can you just swing by her place, see if she's there?"
Eddie waited impatiently, picking at a hangnail.
"I would, but my mom has me on lockdown. Apparently, she doesn't approve of me still wearing the Hellfire shirt."
"Then sneak out."
"I can't. She'll go ballistic."
Eddie sighed, this time holding down the speak button as he did so, letting Dustin hear just how frustrated he was getting. "Then call Harrington and get him to go round there-"
"He's on a date tonight."
"Robin?"
"She can't drive."
"Nancy?"
"I think she's working."
Eddie could've sworn he was ready to explode. It was like the world was out to get him, to torture him, and the longer he went without knowing where you were, the worse the torture got. I mean, shit, Hawkins was home to some weird shit, and anything could have happened to you.
"Then I'm going round there myself," he finally bit out.
"What if someone sees you?" Dustin yelped. "Eddie, you're supposed to be dead."
Eddie hesitated for a moment. "If I don't radio you in an hour, send out a search party, Henderson," he finally muttered, switching off the radio and racing to shove his feet into his sneakers.
He hesitated again on the front porch, looking out into the dense woods. Your place should only take him 20 minutes to walk to from here. He was pretty sure he could remember the route back to Forest Hills, after all, he'd lived there for almost 20 years. As long as he stayed in the shelter of the tree line and followed the road north, he would find it no problem.
*Time Skip*
Eddie approached the trailer slowly, creeping around the back to what he had assumed would be your bedroom. He tried his hardest to recall the way you talked about your home, tried to remember which window would be yours from the stories you'd told him.
When he finally peeked in through the glass, he'd felt his heart clench. You were there, sitting on the floor, huddled into a tight ball, clutching something to your chest, and Eddie immediately felt like he was intruding on something private.
Sure, he was your boyfriend, but that didn't mean he was welcome to just come and sneak up on you like this. It didn't mean he got automatic access to your private space. But God, you looked so sad.
Eddie finally raised his hand, tapping on the glass lightly, and watching as you'd startled, your head snapping to look in his direction, your eyes widening in horror.
You'd scrambled to your feet a moment later, throwing open the window.
"Eddie, what the fuck?" you bit out, dragging him in through the window with your hand bunched in his shirt. "What are you doing here? What if someone sees you?"
"You weren't answering the radio," he finally breathed, watching as your expression softened, your eyes already rimmed red from crying. "What's going on?"
You hesitated for a moment, fighting back a fresh wave of tears, your eyes darting over to the thing you'd been clutching before he'd turned up. He could see it properly now, too, not that he had really recognised the significance of you clinging to one of Max's sweaters like it was a life raft.
"I went to see Max," you finally murmured, swallowing down the lump in your throat. "The doctors were talking like she's already dead. They think we need to consider turning off the life support."
"Fuck," Eddie breathed, reaching out for you, tugging you into his chest.
God, it felt good to be held like this. It felt good to be able to cry and not feel like you were on your own. Being with Eddie like this just felt right, even now, even when your world felt like it was falling apart.
"I'm so sorry, Sweetheart," he hummed, his lips pressed to your temple, his hand cupping the back of your head to keep you close.
"I'm scared Mom might let them do it," you finally choked out, your grip on the front of his shirt tightening. "But Max isn't ready to go yet. She's still in there, I can feel it."
"Does Lucas know?"
You let out another choked sob, pressing your face into his chest. "How do I tell him?" you finally breathed out.
"Honestly, Baby, I think it's best to rip off the band-aid and just say it," he confessed. "That boy loves her something fierce. He's not going to give up on her. He won't let your mom give up-"
You pulled back, nodding, managing to compose yourself. "I need to get you back to the cabin first," you pressed, wiping at the tears still staining your cheeks. "I can't believe you came out here like this; that was so stupid," you reminded him, watching as his lips tipped up slightly.
"I knew my girl needed me," he hummed. "I could sense it."
You let out a soft chuckle, reaching up to caress his cheek gently. "Thank you."
"Any time, Sweetheart-"
"I would've answered," you interrupted as you lowered your hand, watching his brow furrow. "You said you tried to radio," you explained. "I would've answered, but the batteries died this morning, and the store was out of the right size-"
You watched as his lips tipped up slightly. "It doesn't matter," he confessed. "All I care about is that you're safe, alright?"
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