Sandbox love never dies or so people say. Eddie had found that to be surprisingly true.

He’d first met you in elementary school and just after he’d moved into the trailer park with Wayne. Safe to say things weren’t going well in his eight year old life. That’s when kids started to be judgy, but not you. Despite being the grade under him, you’d always been sweet. Sharing your apple slices at lunch and recess and, more specifically, telling off people who bullied him. He was almost positive you’d cemented yourself into his life when it first happened.

You were all dolled up even back then- the sweetest plaid dresses, pastel striped shirts, long socks, etc. Definitely put together… definitely unlike him. The years passed and as he gained the ‘freak’ title, you gained the ‘princess’ and ‘sweetheart’ one. You were all Madonna and new clothes while Eddie was heavy metal and hand-me-downs, yet you still stayed close as ever.

One would assume you’d become an outcast in association, but you had a silver tongue. That charm always came in handy.

Eddie was in his usual seat at the head of the table, halfway through a pack of pretzels when you came sauntering into the cafeteria. He chewed slowly, already bracing for what you were going to say and zoning out on whatever Dustin was currently talking about.