Hello whom-ever is reading this! Chapter two, kind of haha, I kinda have a vague idea of where I want to go with this fan-fic. I feel like I just want to make it about an old romance between Eddie and an old best friend that comes back as soon as she comes back home. I think I just want it to be sweet and fluffy, well as much fluff as I can with this Metal head lol.
Hope it isn't too crappy for you, a lot of this is written during the day then RE-WRITTEN at night when I get home from work cause I don't like what I've written during the day, so chapters might also take a little while to write up cause I'm literally re-writing nearly everything I put into a document haha, sorry.

Enjoy Chapter 2! Currently working on Chapter 3, so thank you for taking the time to read!

ALSO ALSO, sorry if I leave these on little cliff-hangers I guess, there's just so much that I want to keep righting about but I want to continue it on in the next chapter heh.

BZZT BZZT BZZT

You're startled awake, it's 7:30am in the morning on a Saturday, 'Why did I set it that early again..?' groaning as you reached your hand out and slapped it around your bedside table trying to find the familiar touch of your alarm clock. 'oh.. that's right', you decided that you wanted to try and go for a run in the mornings, something to get you up and awake at a normal time. Rolling over and covering yourself with you pillow, was getting up so early worth it?

After a few minutes of deciding whether getting up was ACTUALLY going to be worth it either all, you slowly raised yourself and sat there for a second, rubbing your eyes and looking around the room, the shoe-box catching your eye once again.

Hoping out of bed, walking a couple of feet towards the dresser in your room before picking up the box and bringing it back over to the bed and sitting down with it on your lap. Opening it up again to see the contents inside, the mix-tape in particular caught your eye, 'hm, wonder if its any good to listen to on my run?', "heh... or if it'll even work" you chuckle to yourself as you flip it over to try and make out the words again, maybe after some rest you could make it out better.

Nope

You're reaching for the front door before a voice catches you by surprise, "You're actually going out in that?" scoffed Hailey from couch in the living room, nothing was particularly WRONG with what you were wearing, it was just a baggy light blue shirt with shorts underneath that you could 'just' make out so it didn't look like you weren't wearing nothing under there, your dirty white sneakers with black socks that went halfway up your calf and your messy morning hair tired up in a pony-tail. Sure you probably weren't going to win Miss America over here but you just wanted to wear something comfortable for the pain you were about to put yourself through, you hadn't gone for a proper run in over a year now and was starting to get a little chubby. "So what? I'm only going around the block?" you shrugged, looking around the room as if to say 'really? Do you believe this bitch right now?', "you look absolutely ridiculous" Hailey responded, turning back around to face the TV once again, you couldn't help but to flip her the bird as you walked out the front door and into the cold air of the morning.

You only made it to the end of the driveway before a car that looked a 'little' too familiar parked abruptly in front of your yard, "Damn Milly who said you could look that good this early in the morning?" it was none other then Steve Harrington, with Robin in the passenger seat hitting him on his arm causing him to flinch, "Ow! What she knows I'm playing around..", "Still! What kind of thing is that to say to someone? Don't be a rude little shit" Robin smacks him on the arm where she punched him, slightly lighter this time causing Steve to pout and rub where is arm was no doubt going to bruise. "Well if it isn't dumb and dumber, the hell are you two doing up so early?" your arms folded across your chest as you shift your weight from side to side in some half-assed stretching motion, "Dumb?- Okay rude. Anyway, there's a party tonight, Hensons place in Harcourt West, remember the area? Everyones going, I'm going to be meeting this girl I just met there, she's a cute little thing, I think this one might actually be the one" - "Yeah, if I had a dollar for everytime you said that Henderson, I wouldn't need to be working at Family Video, I'd be on my own private yacht having the time of my life", "Uhhh ow? Why are you two being so mean to me all of a sudden?" the two of them continued to bicker amongst themselves before you finally decided to start jogging away from the car and down the street, "Wait! Em! Does that mean you're coming?" yelled Robin from the car, "Yeah yeah, I'll come, pick me up later, I don't wanna have to drive" you yell back, turning the street corner and continuing down the street.

'for fucks sake... why did I agree to go' standing in front of your free-standing mirror in your room, looking around at all the clothes you had thrown around the room, ones you tried on momentarily before nearly ripping them off in a huff to ones that you just held in-front of yourself before throwing them to the side. 'should I wear something that I used to? Oh god... will I have to wear makeup again' you dragged your hands downwards across your face getting so frustrated, you haven't had to worry about this kind of shit... well for a year and now all of a sudden, you actually care about how you might look again.

"ughh what if there's people there I know... what am I talking about of course there's going to be people there I know... it's fucking Hawkins" you softly say to yourself, looking back again at the mirror, "fuck it... who cares", angrily grabbing an old baggy black band shirt from the wardrobe, some heavily washed jeans with large holes on the knee's and black sneakers, "if its good enough for me it's good enough for those fuckers" you say under your breathe.

Making your way now to the family bathroom to get a better look at whatever was going on with the bird-nest that you called your hair, you brushed it out and tried to part it down the middle like it always is. The light-brown hair was naturally wavy, now that you didn't have to constantly blow dry it or curl it in anyway it was starting to look somewhat healthy. 'Should I put on makeup? I guess I don't really need it' leaning forward to get a better look of your face, you still had small bags under your eyes from when you couldn't sleep most nights from the nightmares you constantly had after what happened a year ago, they were looking better, but god did you still look like you either just woke up or have been awake for 24 hours straight. 'eh fuck it', it was getting close to 10pm, around the time that Steve should be round to pick you up for the party, he had called later in the day to make sure that you still wanted to go, telling you that Robin couldn't end up coming because she had to pick up another late shift at Family Video again.

HONK HONK

Running out the front door after yelling out some goodbyes to the family and making your way to Harrington's car, "Well aren't you a punctual fellow" you chuckle as you threw your handbag through the open passenger window then climbed in like you were a child, "God would it hurt you to use the door? I don't think I've ever really seen you use it once now that I mention it", Steve stared at you as you grunted and huffed your way through the window then sat yourself up in the passenger seat, "Now why would I want to do that when climbing through is so much more fun Stevie-nicks?" giving him the goofiest grin as he laughed at your response, that was something he definitely missed when you left.

"Okay so 'who' exactly is going to be at this party?" you asked Steve as the two of you were already on your way there, "Well, it's mostly a bunch of kids we went to school with but like a year or two below us, so probably no one you'd really remember" Steve watched the road as he drove, what a good boy. "And no one from our year? Did everyone up and leave after school finished except for you and Robin?" you couldn't help but chuckle, "Well no, Nancy's still here too, but that's beside the point" a little bit of hurt could be heard in Steve's voice, the car now slowing down as he parked behind a random car in a street that was packed-full of them, seems like nearly everyone was at this party tonight.

Sweet Dreams by Eurythmics was blasting through the house as you entered the kitchen of the two story house looking for something to drink, Steve had left you as you guys entered the house, something about going off to find the girl he was meant to meet up with or something. You gathered a lot of confused looks from the other party-goers as you manoeuvred passed them, stopping before a sink that was half filled with ice and beer cans, 'huh, maybe they have a tub filled with beers as well?' looking around to see if anyone else was drinking the same type of drink to make sure you weren't about to just steal someones personal stash. 'CSHH' you flinched the beer away from you slightly, seems as though someone may have been a bit rough before putting the drink in the ice, trying to drink the fizz that was trickling out before you lost too much of the drink, beer wasn't your first choice of alcohol but when in Rome, do as the Romans do.

You had another couple of drinks before randomly seeing Steve again during the party, he introduced you to his new gal-pal, she was a couple of years younger then the both of you, but she was blonde and 'very' pretty, 100% someone Steve 'The Hair' Harrington would have gone for. When they left you by yourself again, it started to feel really hot, maybe jeans weren't the best option tonight. Slipping your way through the hallway full of people and making your way through the sliding doors that lead to outside, 'huh', you never knew Henson had a pool in his backyard, maybe he should have thrown parties more often.

"So what would I get for... look all I have is 20 bucks", the music was still loud in your ears from being inside but you still managed to make out a conversation that was happening on the other side of the dimly lit pool. "For you buddy? It'll get you.. hmm 1 gram", "Really? Munson you're robbing me in broad daylight here", "Well no, because if I was doing that I'd just give you the seeds, take it or leave it Armstrong". You hear the handing over of money and the sound of plastic being moved about, deciding, in your drunken state, that you would move over slightly to get a better look at what was going on. "This better be good shit" the jock says under his breath as me moves back over to where the party was being held in doors, "Ah yes, another happy customer", the sound of a metal lunchbox being opened and closed could be heard as you made your way closer to the character sat at a lounge setting near the pool, you try to make out who the person was but between the dim lights of the outside pool and you not being completely sober, you weren't having much luck. "And is there anything I can get for you my lady-" 'Munson..' Eddie spun around with his infamous cheeky grin before loosing it as soon as he made eye contact with you, "Well well, if it isn't the Princess of Hawkins who went missing last year?" he got up from the lounge chair and stood there looking at you with his arms folded across his chest, "I would have guessed it was you Munson" you replied, taking a sip from your drink, "Still haven't got a proper job then?".

"I think we both know I make enough money for this to be a proper job princess", he strolled towards you before walking around you and looking at you up and down, "What happened to the cute glitz and glamour babe? Did one of the Jock-straps break your heart? Is that why you left?" he now stood in front of you, arms still folded on his chest and giving you an exaggerated pout-y face. "I left... for many different reasons actually, and I'm happier for it" you tried to fake a smile and gestured your hand holding the drink to the side, causing it to spill slightly, "Oh yeah princess" Eddie walked back over to his seat, "Drinking away the pain totally makes you look happier", he started packing up his stuff before you interrupted "Oh yeah? How about you sell me some of that then, I'm sure that'll make me happier" you started walking towards him sounding 'slightly' serious. "What? This? Yeah right babe" showing you a small bag of weed before putting it back into his metal lunch-box and picking it up before he started walking away, "maybe when you're older huh?". You couldn't help but start to go red slightly in the face, 'that's right..' beginning to walk back to the party, 'that's how you always treated me, like some child... you always made me out like some kind of fucking kid'.

Eddie made it to his van before opening the passenger door and placing the metal box on the seat, 'Jesus..', he had to have a quick breather, his heart skipped a beat a little too much when he first caught your eye, you looked just like you used to when you two were younger, he always said he was a bad influence on you. 'When the fuck did you get back Mills..' no one had mentioned anything to him about you coming back, you two were always known to be at each others throats during high school, the Jocks and their precious princess' verses the Freaks, that's how it always was.

"Hey Freak, why're you always lookin' at Milly huh? Freak gotta School boy crush on 'er huh?" Sanders yelled at Eddie from across the lunch hall, causing Eddie to snap out of what ever trance he was in looking over at you, "Me? Well Sanders, I was just thinkin' of all the things Miss Milly said she wanted me to do to her after Cheer practice" he leaned back into his chair giving Sanders the bird and poking out his tongue at the Jock, "You fuckin' Freak! You're Dead!" Sanders yelled back.

Nearly every week was like that for Eddie, he ran still the schools 'Hell Fire Club', a Dungeons and Dragons table-top game group that played every Friday night straight after school finished at 3pm. Though, that never helped him when it came to being bullied, in fact only made it worse once the news papers starting coming out stating that the game was what lead to many suicides and murders within America.

Not every memory of you was bad though, he couldn't help but think about how the two of you were as children, claiming that you'd be friends for life and if neither of you managed to find partners by the age of 20 (which at that point was ancient for you two), that you'd get married to each-other and be able to do and eat what ever you wanted at all times.
Eddie ruffled his hair as he put the lunchbox down on the floor of the passenger seat before moving over to get into the drivers side, thinking about something like that was just making him feel worse, like a girl like you would ever keep a promise like that, even if you were wearing an over-sized Iron Maiden shirt, something that he wouldn't think he'd ever see you wearing since you last started high school.

'OF COURSE he was here, why wouldn't have been?' you angrily walked up the stairs to the second floor looking for the bathroom where you could swear they would have a bath-tub full of ice and beer, 'always selling or doing drugs, the hell's wrong with you Munson? I thought you were always better then that' you opened and slammed multiple doors, interrupting some... interesting situations before finding the bath-tub you were so hell-bent on finding "JACKPOT" you yelled a little.. too enthusiastically, if anything was going to help your sour mood right now, you were sure that drinking more was going to be the cure. You try not to fall down the stairs on the way back down to the party, two beers in hand, both opened and being sipped at consecutively. "Jesus Mill, are you alright? What's with the two beers?" Steve had found finally found you, he was waiting at the bottom of the stairs watching you carefully come down the last few steps, "HENDERSOOON!" you excitedly said holding your two drinks up into the air, you noticed that he was no-longer with his blonde babe, "What happened to Barbie? Did she find another Ken?" you said to him as you pulled a pout-y face and cocking your head slightly to the side, "Jesus- How much have you had to drink? We better leave before you do something embarrassing" he grabbed for your right arm and was trying to walk you towards the front door, "Awww but I want to get more drinks!" acting as childish as ever as Steve couldn't help but sigh, "You already have two, why would you want more? C'mon we going to the car, why do I always have to deal with girls being super drunk around me.." he trailed off at the end.

He somehow managed to get you into the passenger seat without you spilling any of the drinks, opting to just take them from you and leaving them on the side walk before getting into the drivers seat, "The hell was that for Henderson? I was drinking those!" your words were kind of slurred as you crossed your arms, looking more like a toddler throwing a tantrum then a 19 year old. "Oh please Mills, you were hardly drinking them, you got most of it on your shirt" Steve started up the engine, "Look I'm just going to take you home okay? I think you've had enough for tonight".

Next thing you knew you were at your front door step, it was currently 1:30am so no doubt everyone was asleep, Steve had made the bad mistake of walking you to the front door and thinking you'd be able to knock on it yourself without needing anymore help, so he had driven off after saying goodnight. You, on the other hand, had very different and very intoxicated ideas. First, you were hungry, you ate dinner but you didn't eat much of it and that was also about 6 hours ago, 'Bradley's Big Guy has food... I'm so hungry' and just like that, you were on a mission. From memory, Bradley's wasn't TOO far away, the drive wasn't that far, so you drunkingly assumed that the walk wouldn't be that fair either, in the end it took you probably 15 minutes and 1 wrong turn that you somehow still lead you to where you needed to go. You stood in front of the big late-night supermarket as if you were someone lost in a desert that just found a source of water, like someone who just saw an angel for the first time, like- "You okay there darling?" a gruff voice as snapped you out of your hypnosis, an older gentleman stood beside you with a puzzled look. "o-Oh yeah, sorry, I was.. lost in thought" you shot the man a quick smile before making your way to the entrance, feeling the tip of your ears burn bright with embarrassment.

You walked around the shop a little before finally finding the aisle that held all the bad stuff, chocolate, chips, candy, soft-drinks, all of it. You couldn't help but get giddy as you looked around the different assortments of crap that would give you diabetes if you ingested it all in one go, you only had your mind on one particular sweet that you craved all the time, Twizzlers. You spent a good couple of minutes looking for them, probably looking a little worried when you couldn't find them at all, and you could have sworn that you looked the aisle up and down.

"You alright there princess?"