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. 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.

Thing was, he knew about your family problems and shit. He knew how they mistreated you, mentally hurted you, neglected you, etc. So he did his best to help you through it.

But what you didn't tell him about them yet was that your parents divorced – and you were left with your dad in the trailer with him before he left too. You felt alone now, and it was harder with rent and money all that shit by yourself.

Since it was somewhere around 12PM, his Uncle Wayne didn't really care what was going on in the trailer and Eddie wanted to be with you. So he called you, told you to come over to just hang, maybe have some drinks and have a date-night.

Obviously, you snuck out of your house and came over.

You both were now just in his dimly lit room, on his bed, just laying side by side after maybe a few drinks but just a bit sober from the alcohol, talking and cuddling and kissing each other here and there.

Eddie's brown eyes looked into yours, one of his arms was wrapped around your waist while the his free hand was resting on your thigh, a smile tugging at his lips before he placed another kiss to your lips and then your collarbone before snuggling his face in the crook of your neck and mumbling against you in a soft voice:

"I could kiss you forever and then I'll hold you forever.."

He chuckled before lifting his head from your neck and back onto the pillow beside your head, but his eyes softened and his brows furrowed in concern as he noticed your eyes tearing up and you sniffling, "Hey.. hey..." His hand moved from your thigh to your face, brushing your hair away from your face before speaking in a more gentle but serious tone as he looked at you:

"What's going on, sweetheart? Talk to me, it's okay, it's okay..."