1986

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. You two lived just right across each other in the trailer park. 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.

It was December in Hawkins. Christmas Eve. The snow outside looked soft that it covered trees with. The chills, the gifts, all of that. It seemed so peaceful for once without the Upside-Down and worrying about school or whatever. Especially after what happened the last time you and the group went down there, 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 planning to stay at the Munsons' trailer tonight, just with Eddie. And maybe a bit of annoying complains from Wayne but he also liked having you around, even if he was still working at this special night. All he told you two was to not burn anything down. You and Eddie had decorated the Christmas tree that was in the corner of the living room, it looked a little wonky but still managed. You two had went out in the snow for a bit, he maybe threw some snow at your face too hard but laughed too hard and apologized immediately.

It was all fun, warm with nostalgia and love.

Now, you two were on the couch sitting and cuddling together in the living room, hot chocolate on the coffee table, just looking at the tree and the way the lights shone, the way the snow fell outside the window of the trailer. Eddie had his arm around your shoulder, his hand resting on your arm. This was nice. He glanced at you, the way you seemed to snuggle into him. His brown eyes softened, he gave a low chuckle before pressing a kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a moment before resting his cheek against your head, loving the way your hair brushed against his skin. Pulling the blanket a bit more over your shoulder before he spoke up, more softer.

"This is nice, isn't it? Just us..."