EDDIE MUNSON ~ Before I learned The Truth.

Eddie and Steve

Once I was inside all the douchebags started ragging on me about being held back a year - calling me all kinds of names. I marched through the kitchen for a drink, where Steve was doing the same thing. I think it was the alcohol that made me bold enough to tease him, "What's wrong Harrington, not getting enough attention from the ladies?" Steve's voice was monotonous and sulky when he responded, "Go fuck yourself Munson." Before disappearing into the crowd. After knocking back a couple more drinks and pissing off a few more people, left through the back door and walked towards the lake, guided by the moonlight. I heard a guttural moaning in the trees like someone was trying not to scream. I found Harrington sitting on a tree stump facing the lake, head in his hands. I may have been drunk and I may have had absolutely no pleasant feelings about Harrington whatsoever - but I wasn't a prick and he looked like he needed help. I approached him as I would a scared deer in the woods, and he froze just like a deer in headlights. "Uh, you good?" I fumbled the words out . "Stellar thanks. Fuck off Munson." Steve had replied briskly. Holding my hands up as I walked over to him I said ,"Love to but if you're gonna off yourself in the lake and I'm the last person to have been seen talking to you, I'm getting blamed for murder." Steve snorted and leaned back, elongating his body, in the moonlight I could see the veins in his arms bulging beneath his skin. "Obviously I'm not gonna off myself." He mumbled. We sat in a strange silence for a while, the cool night air sobering us both up a little. Eventually I looked up at the moon and asked, "So what's the matter then? It's not like either of us will really remember this conversation tomorrow - you may as well talk to me." 

Steve considered for a second, "Ever feel like your life is going nowhere?"  he mumbled. I laughed out loud at this and Steve whipped his head up to scowl at me. "All the fucking time Harrington. I'm being held back in my senior year, I'm the freak of Hawkins High, and I live in a glorified bread bin." I said candidly. Steve pondered this and responded quietly, "Things aren't so great on the flipside y'know." Not believing anything could be so horribly wrong in Steve Harrington's life I chuckled and shook my head in disbelief. Steve bounced to his feet and clenched his fists, "You have no fucking idea Munson," Steve growled. "Enlighten me then, dick." I dared him. "I've had my ass handed to me more times than I can count in the last couple years alone - been hit on the head so many times I have this tinny sound in my ears all the time." Steve began pacing whilst talking, "My dad's a pig - treats my mom like crap and she just let's him get away with cheating because he apologises and takes her on fancy trips. My 'friends' lost interest in me the second I stopped serving them and acting like an asshole to impress them." Steve was still pacing and I was beginning to actually feel bad for him. "The only girl I've ever actually felt something for and been interested in fucking cheated on me with Jonathan fucking Byers - but she doesn't think it was cheating. I didn't get into any colleges and now ill be stuck here forever." Steve flopped to the ground when he finished ranting. 

I joined him on the hard cold ground, clearing my throat, "My mom killed herself when I was 10 because she couldn't handle my dad abusing her anymore. My uncle does his best but he's hardly around because of his job. The only person I've ever been really into is in a relationship with the new alpha male of Hawkins High. Loneliness is a bitch Steve Harrington." I mumbled and didn't notice him staring at me the entire time. We accidentally made prolonged eye contact when I lifted my head. "That sounds awful." was all Steve said. Another silence followed but we kept making awkward eye contact. "There's a lotta chicks in there - surely you could get your kicks with one of them?" I finally broke the silence. Steve pondered for a moment and lifted his head back, exposing his throat as he looked at the moon. "They're all so...boring. None of them interest me." Steve whispered. Wanting to wrap up the conversation because the cold was biting through my skin, I tried to make a joke, "Maybe you're not as straight as you think then; only a twink would pass the chance to bone any of the girls in that house." Steve hadn't raged like I expected him to, or even hit me. He just sat there on the ground, head dipped. I almost thought I'd imagined it when he'd said, "Maybe you're right. Fuck." Too stunned to walk away I stayed glued to the spot where I'd just pulled myself up from the ground, looking down at Steve. "Hey man, no judgements here." I tried to tell him as he slowly climbed to his feet. "The rumour's true then? The one about you and that kid from summer camp?" Steve's hands dug into his pockets when he asked me the question that made my heart drop. "Yeah, kinda. He kissed me first though. Hooking up in the mess hall after midnight was his idea too. Of course no one believes that because he was the one who blabbed about it first and called me a predator." My voice sounded pained as I recounted my first homosexual experience in summer camp before Sophomore year.