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. And now, planning to go outside.

You told Eddie to wear a hat so he wouldn't be cold, he refused, saying it would ruin his hair, which annoyed you a bit but you gave up convincing him. So now, you both were just hanging out in the trailer park, the grass and trees covered in snow still falling from the sky, chills in the air made shivers run down your back, ground was slippery a bit, it was fun.

Eddie was standing a bit farther from you, fidgeting with his jackets' zipper, his hair was a bit messy with snow on it, his brown eyes focused on trying to zip the jacket all the way up, muttering a curse under his breath. "Damn zipper..."

He finally got the zipper to work, about to turn to you before he felt something cold hit the back of his head. You had thrown a snowball at him.

"Ow, hey!" He looked over at you, feigning a serious face and laughing sarcastically."Oh haha, very funny, sweetheart." Ruffling the snow off his hair, then grabbing a handful of snow and walking over to you, dumping it on your head and ruffling it.

"Hm? That funny to you now? How you like it?"