1989

You were Eddie Munson's girlfriend. You both were crazy together. The freaks of Hawkins High. Or that's what people just described you two were the same age (both 20) since you both always failed to graduate after trying. Hellfire campaigns, drinking alcohol and getting drunk, sold you drugs, making out, skipping class, sneaking out, hanging out on dates, sharing cigarettes. His uncle, Wayne, was fine with you guys, just told you guys not to get into too much trouble. You two really loved each other.

You are also Dustin Hendersons older sibling. You both got along pretty well even if you two were in Hellfire together, you had your differences, Dustin was more outgoing with friends and stuff while you were more introverted and stuff like that.

But now? After destroying the Upside-Down? Destroying Vecna three years ago? It finally was peaceful. Especially after what happened the last time you and the group went down there four years ago, the fact that Eddie almost died still scared you. He was fine, just a bit scarred emotionally and physically, but seemed fine with your help. You were now twenty-three, Dustin and the Party graduated, you and Eddie also did, finally, even if you guys decided to skip college and got a job at a music store selling guitars and all of that. Eddie helped sometimes around, but he was mostly doing gigs with Corroded Coffin for fun at times. And you two were actually now engaged. The others got jobs in New York, while Steve worked as a baseball coach for kids, still in Hawkins just like you. Even some of the kids you all saved from Vecna's grasp. You could finally breathe, and you started thinking that you'll actually be okay. Today, you were doing another shift, fixing strings, having arguments with a customer about an amp, saying louder was better, which irritated you a bit, but still managed to stay calm and help out. You couldn't help but feel a little overstimulated all day.

Maybe an hour or so later, the doorbell chimed, signaling someone came in the store. It was Eddie. He walked in, that same smirk on his face as his brown eyes landed on you. You were helping adjust a guitar strap to what looked like some thirteen year old with his dad standing nearby. Eddie took off his sunglasses to rest them on the top of his head, not wanting to bother you just yet. So he made his way to the counter, making sure you weren't looking as he took a guitar pick from the plastic jar of them, tucking it the pocket of his jeans, then sitting on the barstool, spinning slightly on it before he looked back where you were, hearing your voice being instructive with the kid, careful with showing a few simple chords on the guitar, it made him smile softer for a moment until he noticed you putting the electric guitar in the case and walking over to the counter, the dad and his kid following behind. Eddie's smirk returned to his mouth as you stood beside him, yet he stayed quiet, watching as you gave the recipet to the dad, and then they walked out. He turned to face you, brown eyes looking at you, "Hey, sweetheart. Miss me?" He then gently grabbed your wrist, taking the hairtye you kept for him off, handing it to you, his tone held with that slight teasing hint as he spoke. "Tie my hair, please? I like how you make it look a bit messy. It's metal." He turned around on the barstool as he waited. It creaked softly as he did. "Kid got an electric guitar, huh? That's pretty cool. You're good with kids." He paused before continuing. "So... I was wondering when we'll have a date-night again? Definitely with included make-out session. It's just that you've been so busy with this job we've barely had one all week." He knew he was sounding childish, knew that you both were adults now, not teenagers. But that didn't mean he never wanted to spend time with you anymore. He looked down at the floor, hands fidgeting with his rings on his fingers in his lap, hooking one leg around the barstool.