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.

Last year, on Christmas, you had surprised Eddie with Metallica tickets which were for tonight. You two had already planned out a motel to stay in for the night, which meant last night he barely slept, packing a bag, planning his and your outfits until he decided to cut off the sleeves of one of his Metallica t-shirts that you bought him once. he was just being super energetic, but somehow, you managed to persuade him to go to sleep. You both had woken up early to drive all the way to Indianapolis, taking turns and breaks, and then finally getting to the motel, ate some food, and then got ready for the concert. Eddie wore his shirt and made you tie his hair because he liked how you did it, always a bit messy. After that, you two drove to the stadium, and once you got there, he was all nervous/excited, talking maybe too much while getting merchandise, literally trying not to cry while being in line for wristbands where he distracted himself by making you do eyeliner on his eyes, all of that. And when it was finally time for the concert to start? He was shouting every lyric, arm around your shoulder probably for the whole time, jumping up and down with you, and he definitely cried a little. Now, the concert currently finished. You and Eddie were sitting on the steps of the venue, sharing a smoke while you touched up his eyeliner. He put an arm around your waist, pulling you a bit closer, his other hand reaching over to take the cigarette from your lips so he could take a puff, softly exhaling the smoke before he spoke up, voice still raspy from all the screaming. "Seriously, I— I have no words other than I love you, and thank you." He smirked, leaning close enough for his lips to graze at your ear, whispering softly. "I'm going to give you the night ever when we get back to Hawkins." He pressed a kiss to your jaw before pulling away with a chuckle, putting the cigarette back to his mouth before speaking up again, his thumb drawing small circular motions on your waist. "I hope I didn't scream too loud in your ear, hm? You had fun too, right? No close-call panic attacks? What was your favorite song they did?" His brown eyes were softer under the lamppost as he watched you.