just another day. || eddie munson || COMPLETE

o5 || eddie

For being Eddie's first real high school party, things couldn't have gone much better. Sure getting made fun of wasn't ideal, but Delilah stood up to them like she didn't care. It was a work of art to behold. She just snapped back at them and put them in their place. Like she didn't care what other people thought about her, even if they held her in high social regards. She wasn't like the others. She was kind and funny and was a dork about music. She even touched his knee! He felt silly, getting so wrapped up in his crush. He couldn't help it. Not many good things came down for Eddie Munson but the prettiest girl at Hawkins High touched his knee and made a Metallica reference. What was there to not be overjoyed about?

He was traipsing around his trailer with a little pep in his step that afternoon, pouring himself a bowl of his favorite cereal, honeycomb. As he made his way to grab the milk, there was a knock on his door. He wondered if it was Reefer Rick showing up with his re-up for him. He set the milk jug down on the counter and made his way to the front door. Upon swinging it open, he was definitely not staring at Reefer Rick. Instead, Delilah Henderson stood before him. Hair a mess, no makeup, and wearing her baggy black hoodie, a Cure t-shirt and ripped blue jeans. If he had to guess, it looked like she had been crying to boot. So in what world would she show up on Eddie Munson's doorstep?

"Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled to see you but . . . ?" He spoke, raising his brows ever so slightly at her.

"Yeah I just uh . . ." He observed her searching for what seemed like her own reason for being on his front stoop, "Funny story," She momentarily sounded like her younger sibling, "So I might be the best pot dealer, but I'm not the best . . . drug dealer, if you catch my drift?"

Eddie couldn't help but offer a semi-disappointed smile. Sure, he was more than happy to oblige her but he felt a slight sting that that was the thing she needed him for. "Anything for Dustin the Dwarf's sister," He stepped aside and allowed her entrance.

"Dustin plays a dwarf? Lame! I'd wanna be a . . ." She stepped inside, giving her answer a pondering thought, "dark elf rogue . . . I think."

Eddie quickly shut the door behind him, catching up to the Henderson girl in his trailer. Something he thought he'd never see. "I always knew you had a dark side," He smirked at her before running his hand through his messy hair, catching a couple of tangles on the way. "So what brings you to my neck of Fangorn Forest?" He joked, referencing Lord of the Rings. He really hoped the girl of his silly fantasy would catch a Lord of the Rings reference.

"Wow, you guys really do talk like that all the time, huh?" She giggled and it sent his heart a flutter. He didn't even care that his joke had bombed on her because it made her laugh. Whether it was at him or with him, he dared not dwell on. "So, you don't by chance have any shrooms on you, do ya?" Her midwestern accent peeked out at the end of her question.

So much so that he got lost in it and forgot what she had asked him for a moment. "Huh? What? Shrooms? Oh!" Finally, welcome back to the world Eddie, "Hell yeah I have shrooms!" He was so happy she wasn't looking for anything much harder. Not that he judged, he had done quite a few things in his days. "Let me go grab them, yeah?" He spoke before quickly beginning to dig through his normal hiding places in his Uncle's home. He cursed himself for not having a better system of where he kept his drugs, but surely he would stumble upon them eventually. During his frantic search, he briefly wondered who she planned on doing them with. In his experience, it was something a girl like her probably wouldn't take on alone. Then again, he knew her from miniscule interactions and was probably grossly underestimating her.

While on his search in his bedroom, he swore he heard footsteps behind him. He whipped around, half expecting his uncle to be home from work early but was stunned to see Delilah poking her head around the corner of the doorframe. "Is that your guitar?" She pointed at his pride and joy with a curious expression.

"The princess? Yeah that's her," He bragged, unapologetically, "I am also kind of a dork about music."

"Oh yeah, the metal band, how could I forget?" She smiled. For a girl who had shown up looking like she had fallen on some hard times, she sure was smiling a lot. He couldn't help but hope that he had something to do with it. "Your vinyl collection is pretty sick to," Before he realized it, she was in his bedroom, rifling through his record collection.

He watched her for a moment, pulling out certain records and nodding her head at them in approval. One that caught his eye in particular was Meatloaf's Bat Outta Hell that she had nodded about. When he realized he had probably been staring for an uncomfortably long time, he went back to digging through his various hiding spots. "Ahah!" He announced upon finding the right dice bag. His own personal stash of the higher quality drugs, he kept for himself in various dungeons and dragons dice bags. "These are um . . . pretty potent so be careful with them, okay?" He informed her, handing the bag over to her.

Before he could get another word out, she had distracted herself from the records and taken the bag from him. She observed them for a second before she looked back up at him with a wicked grin on her face. "You wanna split these or . . .?" He stood there, stunned at her request. He wasn't even sure how late in the day it was but for some reason it didn't seem to matter. A girl he had hardly spoken more than a hundred words to, which was a record for him with anyone, was in his uncle's trailer, in /his/ bedroom, asking /him/ to do drugs with her? He was certain he was now in some dream fugue state.

"Uhhhh . . ." His mind began to race for an answer. Of course he wanted to do drugs with the pretty girl in his room, but what would that make him seem like? A thought that momentarily stung at him was what if this was all some elaborate prank Jason and his goons had put together? This all seemed too good to be true. He watched as she wiggled her brows at him before he said, "Fuck it."