Thank you all for the comments and everything else, i honestly can't believe it. I've also posted a link on my account...thing...to a link to the playlist i listen to while writing. It's more Eve's taste than Eddie's but it's a mix if anyone cares...

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Someonethatiam - Thank you for the lovely review but no one in mind really for Eve but i'm happy to hear suggestions!

21st September 1985

Eve

The day of her fathers funeral Eve had sat alone out on her aunt's porch watching the rain pour down hard against the cold ground.

By that point her friends had stopped talking to her.

Austin, her asshole ex, had fucked off with Daphne, and Daphne had Austin, so she didn't need Eve.

And because of her big mouth her family were sat inside, hating her guts.

She remembers sitting on the porch and deciding that being alone hurt, but it hurt less than being constantly disappointed by people who were meant to give a shit about you. Being alone hurt, but it hurt so much less than that.

When Eve and mother started to move town to town Eve was quite happy just being alone. It's not like she there was long enough to meet anyone anyway.

She expected the same of Hawkins until her mom had to go and enrol her in the fucking high school.

Then she met Eddie Munson out in the woods, and she hated that there was that wanting for a friend.

Despite the fact she felt the attraction to Eddie since that day which had been building like a pressure cooker she couldn't switch off, she still made the conscious choice to stay away from him. She had promised herself on that porch.

But then he was everywhere.

In class.

In the fucking girl's bathroom.

Lobbing books at assholes and throwing fire alarms for her.

Then she ended up in his trailer because she was achingly tired of being alone.

In there she had even considered jumping the guy despite knowing him less than two weeks just because of the way he smiled at her. She had known Austin eight years before it even became a slightly fleeting thought to even do that with him.

Then again her and Austin weren't exactly romance of the century.

In his van she couldn't think about much else other than how much she wanted to kiss him. She had felt her heart pound in her chest when she had glanced over at him undressing. When his hand was on her thigh, his fingers caressing her skin…it was…fuck. She didn't even know how to describe it.

Utterly arousing, perhaps?

When she woke up that morning, she could feel the memories of last night slowly washing over her and she felt like it was drowning her. Luckily, he wasn't there, and she was rather grateful so she could at least think of a game plan as she stared up at the stickers on the van ceiling.

She almost wished when she woke up that morning, she hadn't remembered it at all because Eddie, annoyingly, had been right. If she hadn't of been high, it wouldn't have happened. It had been the drugs that had given her that boost of confidence to flirt with him, to place his hand back on her thigh, to kiss him roughly.

She can feel herself start to heat up again as she presses her palm to her cheeks, her skin red-hot. She crosses her legs and squeezes her thighs together as she tries desperately not to picture it, but all she can think about is Eddie kissing her jaw and his warm rough hands on her skin. It doesn't help that the van smells like weed, leather and stale cigarettes and it reminds her of him in the worst way.

Eve can't take it anymore as she forces herself to sit up, the soreness in her back obvious as she shifts on the lumpy mattress. The buzz from last night is officially spent, and she misses the warm hazy feeling where everything didn't seem quite real. She stretches out to grab her boots and tugs them on, lazily tucking in the laces instead of tying them like she should. Eve finally decides that she has enough courage to leave the safety of the van as she pushes herself to her knees.

As she pulls the sliding door back Eddie does too, and suddenly they are face to face with each other and she feels her heart stop.

In the cold morning light, he looked so much better than he did last night. His hair is messed and wild, he had that stupid fucking cigarette hanging from his mouth.

He's wearing those outrageously tight shorts.

"Morning Princess." Eddie says with a lazy voice as he takes the cigarette from his lips, his face a little dazed but there's this softness to it that makes Eve feel her knees go weak.

"Hey Eddie." She says back, trying to push back the memories of the previous night events.

"Sorry, I – uh, just needed a smoke. I drove us back to the trailer park while you were still asleep."

"It's ok. Kind of a long night."

"Yeah." He half laughs. "It was."

She notices the strained tired look in his eyes. "Did you sleep?"

"A little." He shrugs as he takes a drag. "Not much." He offers her the smoke, but she shakes her head no.

She climbs out of the van, brushing past him so she can stretch her legs and arms and breath in the cool autumn air. It's rather sobering. Eddie chucks something back into the van as he smokes his cigarette, eyeing her as brushed her hair back and tries to slightly straighten the crumpled clothes she was in.

Eve needs Eddie to talk about it first. She needs him to mention it.

If she was the one to do it, she might drive herself back to the lake and drown herself in it due to the humiliation.

"Don't remember much?" He asks, and in that moment, she knows he's not going to mention it first.

Maybe he was too embarrassed to. Maybe he just didn't remember either.

"No. Not really." She lies, staring at the ground instead of him.

There's a long pause and she can feel his eyes burning into her, and when she finds the courage to look up she notices Eddie drops his gaze. "Yeah. Me neither." He says a bit bitterly.

No. He did remember.

It suddenly occurs to her that maybe Eddie was the one who fucking regretted every second of it. Maybe that's why it had stopped it last night.

Perhaps last night he had used the drugs as an excuse to stop seeing as she was much more forthcoming than he had been.

The silence is strangling because she can't find the right words to say. Eve just keeps replaying it over and over in her head and feeling the ache in the pit of her stomach.

"I don't know about you, but I feel pretty disgusting." He says to break the silence.

"Yeah, could definitely use a shower. Or twenty."

He nods slowly in agreement, dropping the cigarette to the ground and stubbing it with the heel of his trainer. "Well, my uncle won't be home yet. If you like you can use my shower, might be quicker than going home?"

Eve can hear the hesitation in his voice as he asks, as if he thinks he's saying the wrong thing.

She considers saying no, that's the sensible answer. "How long do we have?"

He glances at his watch. "An hour?"

Eve feels disgusting and can smell the weed in her hair.

And she doesn't want to go home.

"Yeah. That would be good."

She grabs her bag from passangers seat and follows him into the trailer and straight to his bedroom.

Eve's heart is thudding in her chest.

It's what she expected. Trash and an assortment of other things litter the floor, metal posters line the walls, Stacks of cassettes, vinyl's, notepad are all over the place, his bed unmade.

Eddie tosses his jacket down on the chair and looks around sheepishly. "Again, sorry. I wasn't expecting company so – "

"It's fine. No dead bodies so we're pretty good."

He half laughs. "Not today anyway." He claps his hand together. "Uh, I'll get you towels. I should have some clean ones around here somewhere."

Eddie disappears from the room and Eve drops her bag to the floor as she continues to look, stepping over trash as she walks over to the guitar hanging on the wall to study it closer.

"That's my old lady." Eddie says as he steps back in, towels in his arms. "Warlock NJ Series. I named her Sweetheart."

Eve chuckles. "She's beautiful. Paul Stanley uses this one, right?"

His eyes light up. "Yeah. And Kerry King. Blackie Lawless."

"Are you any good?"

He blushes a little. "I like to think so. I have a good ear for music. Picked up crazy train in like two hours."

"You'll have to show me something."

"Yeah. It's a date." She tries not to blush after he says that. "Here." He passes her the towels which she happily excepts. "Picked you the fluffiest ones. Don't suppose you need clothes or anything like that?"

"Maybe. I didn't think to pack in my rage last night. Maybe I should start keeping some in my car."

He clears his throat and nods. "I'll see what I can do."

Unlike Eddie's bedroom the bathroom is surprisingly clean. Eve locks the door and starts the shower as she undresses in front of the mirror, the cool air in the bathroom goosepimple her skin.

She wipes the steam off the mirror and looks at the slight bags and worn make up, feeling and looking like a complete mess, Yet Eddie still looked at her with that yearning gaze despite it all.

She forces herself to step into the shower, the hot water seering her skin but she needs it, still feeling the chill from her bones from sleeping in the van.

Eve closes her eyes and takes a deep breath as the hot water washes over her. Then it suddenly dawns on her that she's naked in Eddie Munson's bathroom, and she feels completely safe.

It didn't even occur to her not to do this in his trailer of all places.

It wasn't something she never did. She didn't hang out with guys or get high in their vans; she certainly didn't fuck people out of the blue. One boyfriend in her nineteen years of life and the whole experience had been so un-thrilling it had actually put her off wanting to date anyone else.

And here she was knowing Eddie for less than two weeks and was actually considering it.

Eve contemplates the fact she might still be riding the slight high from last night, that or the loneliness was making her desperate for any form of physical contact. She couldn't just fall for the first guy who was fucking nice to her, that wasn't crazy or anything.

She scrubs her body clean, washes off the make-up and uses whatever shampoo and conditioner there is in the shower to wash the smell from her hair. When the citrusy smell hits her it reminds Eve of sleeping on Eddie's chest, nuzzled in his neck, his hand caressing her back.

Her eyes slowly slip shut because she can't stop thinking about the way he kissed her, soft sweet kisses followed by long drawn-out ones that made her breath catch in her chest. His soft moans when his hips moved against hers.

God, she had almost forgot about that. The way his cock had rubbed up against her in those ridiculous gym shorts and she had felt this almost surge in-between her legs.

How fucking embarrassing.

She can feel it pooling in the bottom of her stomach, pushing down.

Way, way down.

Fuck.

Shit.

FUCK.

She shuts off the water and lets out another breath.

She couldn't be getting horny over Eddie Munson in his own fucking shower.

No. Fucking. Way.

She makes sure the water is out of her hair, towel drying it until it doesn't drip down her back before wrapping the soft towel around her body. She double checks there isn't a single part that could pop open unknowingly before gathering her clothes and shoes from the floor.

Eve gives herself one last look before she takes in a breath and unlocks the bathroom door and the cold air hits her skin once more.

She can hear the sound of his guitar coming from Eddie's bedroom.

Eve edges to the door, peaking over to Eddie whose sat on the bed strumming away. She can see he hasn't quite got it yet as he scrunches his face in annoyed concentration. He's strumming the same part over and over, softly singing to himself.

In starlight nights, I saw you
So cruelly, you kissed me
Your lips, a magic world
Your sky, all hung with jewels

Eve watches his skilled fingers expertly move against the strings and she actually feels a flutter. His voice is nice too, soft in that moment as he sings to himself. What was it about guys playing guitar that was so incredibly hot?

"I thought you didn't like them?"

He almost drops his guitar, startled by her presence. She has to bite her bottom lip to stop herself from laughing too hard. He doesn't glance at her as he places the guitar back on its place in front of the mirror. "I've got it stuck in my head because you kept insisting on playing it last – " He sees her reflection in the glass before he turns, his eyes moving up and down rapidly before he finally lands on her face.

He actually wets his fucking lips as he looks at her, almost hungrily, and she feels it deep down again.

"This is fucking bizarre." He murmurs to himself.

Yeah. It fucking was.

"Uh, got you some clothes." He says pointing to the rather large pile on the bed and she smiles.

"Thanks Eddie.'

He nods as he nervously scratches his chest. "My turn I guess." He breathes as walks over to her, squeezing past her in the small door frame, and she sees him take one final glance before disappearing into the bathroom.

She closes the door with her foot and takes a seat on the edge of the bed as she dumps her dirty clothes and boots on the floor, rummaging through the clean ones on the bed. It looks like Eddie has picked out every unsoiled article of clothing he owns and dumped it here for her to choose.

She picks a pair of socks and pulls them on. Next, she picks up a pair of black boxers, but the thought seems wildly intimate as she scrunches them up in her hand. She sighs and pulls them on anyway. It felt wildly intimate.

Eve picks up her own bra from the floor because unfortunately Eddie doesn't have a spare one of those. She pulls out a pair of shorts and a shirt with Gene Simon's face on it.

She felt utterly ridiculous as she pulls her boots on too.

She uses the towel to dry her hair roughly, next searching through her bag for her hairbrush and make up that she always kept in the deep crevices of it. She moves over to the full mirror, sighing as she looks at the outfit, then sits crossed legged on the floor whilst she brushes her hair.

Everyone was going to think they were fucking.

There was no way she could show up to school without people just assuming that was the case.

The door clicks open and she looks over to Eddie with his wet hair, pulling down his shirt. He smiles at her.

She realised she really didn't care.

"That is some outfit."

She chuckles. "There was no way I was getting my ass in your skinny jeans."

He half laughs as he takes a seat on the bed, she can see him watching her tie her hair back in the mirror.

"Do you ever leave it down?"

Eve shrugs. "Force of habit. Why?"

"You look nice with it down." He says matter of fact as he grabs a pair of socks.

She ignores the compliment as looks through her bag again, finding her make up.

"Last night was pretty intense, right?"

"Was it?" Eve decides to feign ignorance as she opens her eyeliner. She wasn't going to say much about last night unless he talked about it first. As much as she thought she liked Eddie she knew that she couldn't really start anything up with him, not when she was still on the fence about staying in this shit hole town. "Didn't feel more intense than the last time I had done it."

"When was the last time?"

She wishes she had just agreed instead now. Yes, it was intense Eddie. Next topic please. But she forgot for a brief second how God damn nosey he is. She considers lying or giving him some half-ass reply, but she can't force herself to do it. Not to him.

"My dad's funeral." Eve finally replies with a cold voice as she leans into the mirror and starts to apply the make up.

She wasn't proud of it, in-fact, after she had stopped smoking all together because of it.

"I mean, that's one way to deal with it I guess." There isn't any sign of judgement in his voice as he says it but Eve feels like he should be judging her, but that didn't seem to be Eddie's style.

"Gave a tremendous speech at his wake. Made a few people cry."

"Oh? Heartfelt sentiments and best dad ever shit?"

It wasn't something she had disussed with anyone after the event.

Eve pulls back to study her handywork, glancing at his reflection in the mirror. He's watching her, waiting. She leans in and starts to work on the other eye. She's not sure why she feels she can tell him, but she's going to.

"More, he's a complete cunt. I'm glad he's dead. I still thought it was pretty heartfelt though." She still remembers her mom's face at the wake after Eve had been asked to say a few words about her dad. 'go on dear, it's what your father would have wanted' and then Eve proceeded to rip into her father, scream at her aunt, and tell everyone in her Aunt's living room to go and get fucked. "It was just all so shit. Everyone was crying. I wasn't. And they were talking about the fact I wasn't. but by that point I just didn't care."

Did she regret it? No. She just wished she had said it while he had been alive instead of cold and six feet under.

"How did it feel?"

God, she hated the questioning.

She takes a deep breath as she looks for her mascara.

Fine. Since he was so fucking keen.

"Pointless. I never use to be like that. I always quite subdued actually."

"is that what you call what you did to Johnson yesterday?"

She applies the mascara rather faintly, her chest aching.

"When my dad died…I don't know. Something snapped. Then I couldn't keep my mouth shut and it's been getting me into trouble ever since." She leans back again, studying her reflection, feeling the dread wash over her. She glances over her shoulder to him. "Johnson's going to fucking murder me today, isn't he?"

"His style is more public humiliation. Then again, I've never seen someone lay into him like you did. Murder is a possibility."

Fuck.

"Any ideas for your funeral? Choice of flowers or anything like that?"

She smiles. "I like Sunflowers."

"Noted. Burial, or?"

"Cremation. I don't want to be stuck in the ground being worm food."

"Same. Why should they get to feed off us? Song?"

She throws the make up into the bad and looks for her chapstick. "Superstar by the Carpenters."

"Seriously?" He says, a little appalled. "You want the Carpenters?"

"I'm dying today. You don't get to judge me." She says with a sigh and he chuckles as he glances at her. His smile actually makes her chest hurt. "Have you heard it?" She asks, Eddie shakes his head a firm no. "I feel like if I was going to die, or dying, that's the last thing I would want to hear."

He smiles again, the little crinkles form. "I think mine would be Fade to black. It's rather poetic right?"

"It is. Just make sure your kids don't like it otherwise it ruins the song for them."

Eddie's looking at her, she can see he's almost bursting to ask the question.

"Dream a little Dream of me?" She answers before he can ask. "It was the song my parents danced to at their Junior Prom and my mom said it's the moment she fell in love with him. She played it at his funeral. He would have fucking hated it."

He chuckles as he scratches his chin, his face suddenly turning solemn. "How?"

"You stand together and sway?"

He rolls his eyes with over exaggeration. "No butthead, how did she know that? How do look at someone and know like, fuck that's the person I want to spend the rest of my life with?"

"You're getting very deep here Munson. But, I don't know? I learnt about it from The Bronte sisters who have given me extremely high warped expectations for it so I'm pretty much screwed." She shrugs lamely, eyeing him again. "So, you've never been in love?" She doesn't know why she feels compelled to ask it. Possibly she was just as curious about Eddie as he so obviously was about her.

Eddie stares at for the longest time, wetting his lips before answering. "Do Guitars count?"

"Uh, not in the conventual sense?"

"Then no. Never. You?"

There's a fleeting thought about Austin, that underwhelming feeling passes by. "No."

He nods, then quirks an eyebrow. "Not even with the ex?"

"Why do you have so many questions?" She asks, slightly annoyed.

He shrugs a shoulder. "I don't know. I just find you interesting."

"You find my sad depressing life interesting?"

He chuckles this time. "No, I - " He stops for a minute and fixes his eyes on a spot on his old carpet. "Nevermind."

Eve feels this ache in her bones as she looks at him, desperate for him to continue.

"It's just – " He glances up to her, cracking into a smile that makes the corner of his mouth crinkle. "I mean - I know you have this I'm the mysterious hot blonde with the trouble passed who doesn't give anything away thing going on, and don't get me wrong, I dig it, it's hot. But I wanna know you. I wanna crack open that skull of yours and see what weird freaky shit comes out, you know? But not in a like, Jason Voorhees kind of way."

It's actually sweet, in an Eddie Munson kind of way.

"It's stupid." He carries on as he grabs his trainer and tugs it on. "I don't know. I just feel this thing with you, I guess."

"Thing?" She asks.

"Yeah. Can't 'splain it." He shrugs, half smiling at her whilst he grabs his other trainer. She sees this fleeting look like he's scared he's said the wrong thing.

Shit.

Shit shit shit.

Fuck it..

What did she have to lose?

"Eddie – "

He's glancing at his watch, his eyebrows disappearing. "Shit. We're going to be late."

Eve doesn't want to go there and for a moment she considers begging Eddie to let her stay in his bedroom, but she knows she'll have to go to school eventually.

She goes to push herself up, but Eddie is already stood there, hand reaching out for her, and for once in her life she eagerly takes it.

He doesn't let go as they stand there just staring at each other.

His fingers twitch against hers.

"Eve – "

The way he's looking at her makes want to kiss him again. His thumb is rubbing again her hand and it takes her back to last night.

"If he tries anything, I'll be there…" It makes her heart flutter. "I can't do much but I'm pretty fast. I can lure him off."

"Gonna get yourself beaten up for me too?" She teases.

Eddie looks her over. Stares at her lips. Finally meeting her eyes. Then nods. "All day, every day."

Eve realises right then; she should have mentioned it first.

Idiot.