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 , and 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. Not to mention, he practically hanged mistletoe almost every second while you guys decorated. Acting like he totally didn't.

You two were now in the living room, deciding to give each other gifts. You were sitting on the floor, back against the couch, while Eddie sat in front of you, handing you the messily wrapped presents, he wrapped like a gremlin, his hair wild and a smirk tugging at his lips. (inside being his own Hellfire Club shirt and two new vinyls of Mötley Crüe that he knew you really wanted) "Trust me, I really tried my best this time to wrap these. You're gonna love it. Merry Christmas, babe." The present clutched in both of his hands, his brown eyes shining slightly from the tree lights, almost hinted with nerves and excitement.

"C'mon, take it! It won't kill you, I swear, sweetheart. Open it! Open it!" He probably sounded like some kid as he lightly shoved the present towards you, but he really wanted to see your reaction.