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.

Since it was somewhere around 10PM, 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.

But really, he just wanted to make a battlevest like his for you. He got extra patches and a new jean jacket just for you.

So you and Eddie were just in his room, you were sitting on his bed while he was on the chair next to his trashed desk, trying to sew on another patch but whenever he'd do the wrong stitch or poke his finger with the needle, he'd yell. Like really loud. Of course, he missed it agian and letted out another frustrated groan. You offered to help him but he just shook his head before speaking:

"No, no, no, it's alright, sweetheart. I got this. I want to make this for you, okay? I need to do it myself.."

Eddie went back to his work on the vest, trying to stitch on some kind of Metallica patch. He wanted to do this for you. Because, well... he loved you. Like alot. He needed it to be perfect just for you. Until he poked his finger and yelled agian.

You could hear him muttering to himself as he kept fidgeted with one of the patches, "It has to be perfect.. It has to be perfect.. It-", even if his voice was breaking a bit and a small whimper escaped his lips. Eddie never really found himself tearing up. He was Eddie Munson. But now? He was just sniffling quietly, trying to hold back tears. He was honestly maybe acting like a child, but it mattered alot to him.