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You were tapping the wheel enthusiastically and performing like you were Marc Bolan when the song Metal Guru by T. Rex came on from your mixtape. “Metal guru is it chuuuu” you sing along with a Marlboro red hanging lazily out your mouth as you swing your head side by side. You are driving to school, Hawkins High. It is a perfect day in the middle of June. Three weeks left until school is done for another semester. The sun beats hungrily down on plants and gardens as you zoom by. Hawkins looks full of life for once.
The song fades out as the intro to Iron Man begins as you approach the entrance of the school. You loved this song. Your fingers cranked up the volume dial.
“Da da da da-da-da-da” You hum along to the intro. You took another drag of your cigarette, flicking the ash out into the car park from the window. As you approached your usual designated spot you noticed a huge van was sloppily parked in the space. This was the third time this week, you had missed your chance to tell the person off every time. But this time you saw an arm hanging out of the van. Your hands tighten on the wheel. “Fuck’s sake dude.” You tut to yourself, placing the cigarette lazily in your mouth again.
Luckily, there was room beside the van. You swiftly manoeuvred your pride and joy, the emerald Chevrolet Chevelle in the space. You huff and lazily lay back in your seat as you look around at the other students gawping at the music coming out of your car.
“Right…who stole my spot then” you mutter to yourself as you unfasten your seatbelt and jump out of the car, music still blasting. You didn’t care for the other students who were shocked by the noise coming out the vehicle, plus it was Black Sabbath, you don’t play Sabbath at a low volume.
As you swing yourself out, you feel the scorching sun hit your face. Blocking any view of the kid who stole your spot. You scramble for the sunglasses on your head and push them angrily down your face. They were the classic tortoiseshell large-frame glasses with an orange hue to the lenses. The perfect addition to your outfit you thought this morning. You had a crisp white linen shirt, crumbled from the lack of ironing you do and carefully tucked into your blue denim short overalls. Your usual chunky jewellery and of course, the brown chunky cowboy boots to complete.
You strut around the front of your car to give the person who stole your spot a piece of your mind.
“Uh? Are you serious man?” You yell approaching the driver's side. Ozzy Osbournes' voice is ringing out over yours.
“Dead serious.” The voice calls back. What the fuck? Who did this dick think he was?
The van was blocking the harsh sun as you reached the voice. A mop of black curly hair, dark eyes and a pale grin stared back at you. He was a metalhead. This guy reeks of pretentiousness. He’s biting his tongue holding back a burst of laughter when he notices your anger.
“Alright, rockstar.” You angrily flick your cigarette down on the ground. “You had your fun. Three times this week. Here’s your gold star.” You poke his shoulder with slight force.
I hope that bruises.
“An innocent mistake…Honestly.” He cheekily pips back. He taps his car door along to the music blaring behind you.
“If you wanted the spot. You should have put your name down at the start of the year.” You growl.
The music in your car faded to another tune you adored. You continue staring at the metalhead as he pushes your buttons by just looking at you up and down. Getting ready to say something until
“Turn your racket off, (Y/N).” The principal has managed to storm over in the midst of your stare-down.
You close your eyes in frustration. Eddie grinning like a Cheshire cat on the sidelines.
“Racket? It’s fucking Bowie” You tut and lift your arms up in contempt.
“Excuse me?” He angrily responded.
He looked at you and the student in the van.
“Eddie…detention. You seem to have caused this whole situation. I can tell by your smug smile. And you?” The principal sneered.
“You will be joining for blasting…this music.” He swirls her hand in the sky to show his disdain. “Be there at 3.30 pm. If you miss it. More time will be added.”
He turns on his heels and quickly makes his way back to the school.
“Fuck me! Are you serious?” You shout.
“Make those two hours for you and Eddie.”
You groan.
“Nice one sweetheart.” He laughs while turning his engine off.
You roll your eyes and swing your passenger seat open. Leaning in on all fours to turn your ‘racket’ off and, probably would be ideal to turn the car off too.
Eddie’s eyes are scaling down your body. You feel his eyes burning into you.
Enjoying the view?
You holler back as you reverse back out of the car.
“Look. I know you’ve never seen a girl on all fours. But keep your eyes to yourself” You shake your hair and slam the door beside you while hauling your school bag out with you.
A big breath exhales from your lungs.
You hear him laughing while he leaves his van as you strut ahead.
He shouts, “Never took you for Sabbath fan.”
“Maybe not all metal fans need to try as hard as you” You shout back. Turning your body to give him a middle finger and a wry smile before running into school.
“Catch you in detention.” He says while biting his lip, swinging his van keys loosely.
He thought then, if this is the reaction, I get from taking her spot then imagine how it would be for other things.
He chuckles to himself and begrudgingly walks into school.
The school day is a drag. You need to have a few drinks and dance. Let off some steam. You know you were a bit of a nag with Eddie, but it was utterly infuriating. Maybe, if the argument with your Dad before you left didn’t happen. You might have been less angry. Less emotional.
At 3:20 pm, you float about the corridors taking your sweet time before your detention begins. You notice Eddie up ahead scratching various nonsense into a locker.
He bites his tongue in concentration.
“Hail Satan” he chuckles as he sketches the logo for Hellfire club. Shaking his head at the corniness of it.
You smirk to yourself, maybe I can show I can be fun. Not a bitch. Well, let the games begin you thought as you creep up behind him.
You sneak up behind Eddie, biting your lip and making sure your boots down click on the vinyl flooring. You pounce like a cat, grab his shoulders and say mockingly.
“Oh wow… Very rock n roll of you.”
Eddie jumps and quickly pulls it off as nonchalantly as he can. Turning to face you, he swings his keys.
“Now now…would you look at this? Farrah Fawcett has come to say hello.” He stares deeply into your eyes. Like he wants his remarks to irk you.
You roll your eyes. And walk up the corridor.
“I am more of a Stevie Nicks type.” You cross your arms trying to hide a pout.
That was slightly cringe, (Y/N) but never mind.
Farrah Fawcett? C’mon.
You bite back.
“Just a joke Eddie. Figured a pretty boy like you would be able to take one. No?”
Eddie swaggers alongside.
“Oh of course. It just wasn't that...funny. Sorry sweetheart” He tuts and looks at your face expecting a reaction.
You don’t answer. The game you wanted to win isn’t fun anymore.
“Whatever. I am going for a smoke before two hours in hell.” You push the door leading to the schoolyard and nip into a closed-off part where the garbage lives and nobody can see you.
Eddie peers around with a devilish smile.
“I just thought of something!”
You raise your eyebrows and put a cigarette in your mouth as you search for your lighter.
“Oh boy, wonder what this wonderful idea could be.” You are frantically looking for your lighter, fishing around in your bra, and patting your denim overall pockets.
“Ta-da!” He shakes a joint in between his index and thumb. Before jumping down beside you, the devilish grin remaining. He puts an arm above your head still looking for an answer. He was slightly accessing you with his gaze.
He was surprisingly taller than you thought. Although, it wouldn’t be hard. Without your cowboy boots, you were a short ass.
“Ground-breaking Eddie” You still were shaking the bad mood from this morning. You lazily pat your sides again, getting close to admitting defeat to not locating this lighter of yours.
“C’mon. Two hours in detention. It might lighten the mood. You could do with a pick-me-up. Considering I got us into this”
You furrow your brow.
“Ah-ha! He admits his part.” You smirk at him. He looks away but still keeps his position above you.
I could never turn down a joint…it might be fun? You toss the cigarette back into your bag.
“Ok Mr Metal Head!” You make a mocking rock and roll face, with your tongue hanging out and putting your hands in a ‘Rock On’ mode.
Eddie laughs. You fall out of your mocking to focus on more pressing matters.
Getting stoned.
“I know, I am pretty funny.” You take the joint out of his fingers and let him spark it up for you. You glance up towards him as he lights the joint. His curls were long, messy but dainty, he smelled of leather and tobacco, his lips full and dare I say…kissable? He is kind of cute. God damn it.
He meets your gaze. “Are you going to inhale anytime soon or just eye fuck me till the joint burns away.” You choke on the smoke. Spluttering and wheezing.
“Christ-” you manage to wheeze out. Hitting your chest. Holding the joint lifelessly.
“What?” Eddie giggled, now taking and smoking the joint.
The way he exhaled stirred something in your stomach. Get a grip, you thought to yourself.
You shake your head. Now taking the joint out of his hold. You inhale and exhale.
“Strong stuff. I’ve got to hand it to you” You sigh, trying to look cool and composed before handing it back to Eddie.
“Mhm.” He takes another drag, looking at you up and down slyly before speaking again.
Why is he assessing me like that?
“You know, I have never seen you here at school. I mean I knew of you but never met.”
You smile smuggly.
“I keep to myself. I-” You share the joint again.
“I try to keep a low profile. I am usually in the library buried in drawing and listening to music. And by the looks of you.”
You look at Eddie up and down, slightly flirtatious. “I don’t get the impression you’d be seen dead in a library.”
Eddie laughs. “You got me there.” He lifts his arms and bows. “I barely spend my time here unless it’s running the Hellfire club, so you wouldn’t have crossed my path.”
“Hellfire?” You giggle. The weed was going to your head.
“D&D club?” He smirks before humouring you by doing spooky hands - Oohing and Ahhh’ing.
“Ah cool. Fantasy shit. Everyone needs a bit of that” You shyly admit. Slighting swaying from your high.
“Exactly…Fantasy shit’” He smiles at you. It feels flirtatious now.
“Alright – I think we should get going. We’re late.” He snaps.
“Not like you to be concerned about being late” You flirt.
A groan leaves your body and as you pull yourself from the slumped position you were in at the wall. You both giggle and quickly take the last puffs from the joint before blotting to detention.
You spend detention vaguely giggling at the silence and things in your detention worksheet. You both at one point have tears streaming down your face from laughing at anything and everything. You occasionally get told off, but the teacher would rather listen to his Walkman.
Two hours are up.
The high is slowly fading.
You and Eddie walk slowly beside each other to the parking spots.
“Here’s where it all started.” You turn to Eddie. “Hey, why did you decide to park in my spot anyway?”
“Boredom? I don’t know” He shrugged.
“Boredom?” You laugh. “C’mon, I think you purposely were trying to piss me off.”
“I might have noticed you getting pissed on the first day and thought ‘Why not continue pissing her off’” He stares cheekily at you.
“You are one strange nut, Eddie. You are actually lucky the principal intervened. I might have slapped you out cold.” You shove him lightly.
“To be honest, I thought you were some popular kids I was winding up. Until I heard the music coming out of your car.” He laughs. “Popular kids don’t listen to Sabbath.”
“What do you mean popular? Am I not popular?” You pretend to be wounded and sit on the bonnet of your car. “Well, that’s just upsetting!”
“Oh, sweetheart. I’ve crushed your dreams!” he smirks. He leans against the van.
Silence falls. You stand up and begin to walk to your side of the car.
He breaks the silence with:
“What are you doing, just now?”
You laugh. Looking around the parking lot.
“Getting out of this shit hole” You open your car door, flinging your bag into the back.
Eddie laughs lowly.
“No like, after?”
You shrug.
“I was hoping to get ridiculously drunk. Stoned. And fade out to music. Night night, (Y/N).” You sigh. And defeatedly lean your face against the car. You think of the idea of going home to your father. The screaming matches you will have.
I’m not going home.
Eddie crosses his arms against his chest. And smiles.
“Wow…I was gonna do the very same.”
You glance up at him and laugh.
“Know a place we could hang out?”
Without hesitation, he jumps into his van, grinning from ear to ear.
“Follow me.”
You jump in and follow without questioning.
You hated to admit it, but you were having fun with him now. And if it meant a night of laughs for once. You were going to jump at the chance.
After following his lead in the convoy. As you turn into a trailer park.
Huh? Not the most idyllic spot but a place regardless.
He parks up outside a trailer and you do the same.
He jumps out, rubbing his neck and grinning.
“Welcome to Casa El Munson.”
You joke back, “Are you planning on murdering me?”
You get out of your car quickly and slam your door.
“I mean…” you look around and gesture before meeting his eyes.
“This is very typical serial killer vibes. Where’s Leatherface?”
He looks a bit offended.
You prod his chest trying to defuse the situation.
“Hey, I am kidding. Let’s chill.” You walk onward to the trailer.
He smiles and jumps back into his old self.
“It’s a bit messy, sorry.” He opens the door and lets you in.
“Just – uh – make yourself comfortable.”
You smirk to yourself. It smells of tobacco and feels a little lonely inside.
You walk about and try to find something to amuse yourself as Eddie runs to the bathroom. The living room doesn’t have anything remotely interesting but maybe the TV.
You glance down the hallway and see a bedroom door opened a jar. Posters and various trinkets can be slightly seen. Eddie's bedroom.
Oh hello.
You sneak past the bathroom door and start snooping.
Amps, guitars, and various clothes mountains on the floor.
You walk towards an acoustic which is set against a drawer.
You feel a giggle erupt when you read on it:
This machine slays dragons.
“Mega nerd.” You whisper to yourself containing the giggle as best as possible.
Your hand reaches out for the bronze strings, you brush lightly and sigh. You grab the neck of the instrument and sit on the edge of Eddie’s bed.
You wait for a song to come to you.
Ah ha!
You pluck away the strings to begin the introduction of Gasoline Alley.
You softly sing along; you have forgotten where you are. The chorus reaches and you have some power in your voice, but you hold back. You don't like to be heard.
Going home, running home
Down to Gasoline Alley where I was born
Going home, running home
Down to Gasoline Alley where I was born
You wish the song with a sigh and lazily stroke the strings.
You hear a creak behind you in the doorway. Eddie has been there watching. He is jacketless, only in a white T-shirt and jeans. He even shoeless.
“Nice.” He leans his head against the door.
You blush.
“Sorry- I – uh” you stand up and put it back.
“I saw it and haven’t played in a while.” You avoid his eyes. Smoothing out your overalls, and playing with your rings.
“Not a big deal. You have a sweet voice.” He smiles again.
“Look what I found.” He jingles a box, and jumps on the bed, stacking his pillow against the wall. He begins rolling a joint.
“About time.” You smirk. You join him, sitting cross-legged, lightly grazing his knee.
He looks up at the slight touch and concentrates again.
“I said get comfortable by the way.” He taps your boots. You rush to kick them off while he continues talking.
“How long have you been playing, or singing?” he asked, still concentrating on crafting the joint.
“Uh,” You look around the room and sprawl out lazily on the bed, resting on your elbows.
“I never really kept track. Just always I guess. Music is a big deal for me. ” You tilt your head to Eddie checking to see how he is getting on.
He licks the paper slowly and rolls the joint in between his fingers.
Holy shit. A butterfly appeared in your stomach which you moaned from. You really just wanted to scream in the pillow because what the fuck was that and why did you react that way?
He looks at you, eyebrow raised trying to hold back any possible pleasure he found in your moan.
You flush.
“Sorry – hungry!” You lie.
He knows it’s a lie.
“Ladies first!” He says presenting the joint to you. You place it in your mouth, still lying back. He drops down towards you, his arm holding his flip lighter, and he drinks you in. You avoid his gaze to avoid choking a lung up like earlier.
Be cool.
Eddie slowly pulls back and rests where he once was, sighing deeply.
You inhale and exhale. Passing it back gently to him.
You sigh.
“I hate my dad.” You confess.
“He never is happy with anything I do. I try to make him proud. Stay out of trouble. And every single time. It’s a fight.” You say, rolling over to your side.
“Why wouldn’t he be proud of you?” he exhaled the smoke, passing back to you gently.
“It’s always been like this Eddie. He’s emotionally abusive. It’s constant.” You sigh.
“Sorry – I don’t know why I am telling you this. You didn’t ask” You awkwardly laugh.
Eddie looks softly at you.
“I get what it’s like. Maybe you can sense it.” He crosses his arms over his chest, almost to comfort himself.
You inhale and exhale slowly. And sit up to move beside Eddie, side by side.
“I got in a BIG argument with him before this morning with you. So, if I was a mega bitch. Just know I was probably taking anger out on you. And I didn’t – “You pass the joint, waiting for him to take it.
“Mean it.” You finally say as he slowly takes the joint and laughs softly.
“What if I liked the mega bitch?” He smirks in between a drag.
You giggle.
“Well, in that case.” You laugh and then proceed to mock the popular girls at school.
“UGH GAG ME WITH A SPOON!”
Eddie chokes on the smoke. And lets out a laugh like no other.
You smirk. You like to make him laugh.
“That – that was a great impression of pretty much – the Hawkins teenage population.”
You pretend to bow.
“Thank you, kind sir.”
You feel the rise of your high. And snuggle down into Eddie’s bed.
“Comfy bed.” You sigh, letting your eyes close.
Eddie finishes the joint.
And snuggles down too.
“It is pretty nice huh?” He smiles looking down at your face.
She’s so relaxed. Angelic.
Then you mutter.
“This machine slays dragons.”
“What?” Eddie laughs surprised, turning on his side to face you.
“This machine slays dragons.” You repeat, seriously.
Eddie laughs more. Snickering into his pillow.
“Yeah?” he managed to answer in his laughter.
You open your eyes confused.
“What the fuck does that mean?” You grin confused.
“It’s a reference too deep and intellectual for this.” He mumbles.
“Fantasy shit?” You raise your eyebrows all knowingly and dazed.
“Mhm…fantasy shit.” He smiles again, looking into your glossy eyes.
He reaches his hand out to your head, and strokes your hair, twirling the strands in your hair.
You feel those butterflies again. And gulp down on them.
“You are so pretty,” he confesses.
Your eyes widen. And find yourself moving your hands out to touch his arm which is reaching out to you. You let your fingers trace it slowly.
He hums in approval. And moves closer so you are pressed against his chest, your hands follow as you wrap around his neck. He keeps one hand on your head, stroking lovingly and tender while the other grips your hip.
“The mega bitch seems to have come undone.” He remarks a low chuckle echoing in his chest.
You giggle slowly.
“Shut up!” You kick his leg softly. He responds by putting his leg on top of yours.
He lifts your face upwards to face his. You stare at each other longingly.
He’s beautiful.
She's beautiful.
You don’t have time to think before his lips press against yours and moments later, your bodies are entangled with each other, arms exploring, breathing heavily and fighting arousal.