The Hero
Miss Magillicuddy
AN: I've never written anything for Stranger Things before, but I really fell in love with this pairing quickly. I'm not really a great writer or anything, but this story has been stuck in my head for days now. It'll probably only be a few chapters at most and eventually there will be smut.
Homecoming 1985
Chrissy frowned as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She felt like she looked like a fat sausage packed into the tight pink dress her mom had insisted on taking in two days before the dance. If it were up to her, she would stay home from the dance, but her mom and Jason were working together to make sure she went. She supposed there were worse things that the two of them talked her into doing. In her eyes the dance was pointless, seeing as the football team had lost the actual homecoming game the night before.
She released a deep sigh as she ran her fingers through the curly updo her mom had paid to get done at the salon earlier that afternoon. She grabbed her makeup bag and sat down at her vanity, releasing a grunt as the tight dress squeezed in her stomach. Disgusting, fat pig. Her mothers voice echoed through her mind, causing her to blink rapidly to stop the tears from gathering in the corners of her eyes. After making sure the tears subsided she grabbed her makeup brushes and started applying her makeup.
She was just finishing up when she heard the doorbell ringing downstairs. She slowly left her room, releasing another irritated sigh, and made her way down the stairs. She could already see Jason standing there being hugged by her mother, who was nattering on about how handsome he looked. He was wearing a black tux with a pink tie to match her dress. His hair was gelled down in a sophisticated way that made him look like he had money. Chrissy supposed he looked good to the casual observer, but all she could feel was apathy.
"Hey baby," He crooned as he saw her slowly making her way towards him. "You're looking gorgeous tonight."
"Thanks," She said absentmindedly, "you look nice, too."
"I'm not so sure I like that dress, honey," Her mom cut in, a slight sneer forming on her lips as her eyes trailed Chrissy up and down. " I think it looks a bit too snug on you. Have you been gaining weight again?"
"I don't think so," she muttered noncommittally, mentally cursing at her mom. Maybe it would have actually fit if you hadn't taken it in. Her mind started spiraling, already knowing that her mom would have her on a new diet by the next morning. She looked at Jason, who was looking between the two of them with a half-smile on his face. "Are you ready to go?"
"Yep," he replied cheerily, grabbing a hold of her mother's hand and pressing a kiss to it, "Always a pleasure to see you, Mrs. C."
Chrissy turned her back to them, already rolling her eyes even as her mom released a girlish giggle. She made her way out the door, Jason hurrying to catch up to her.
"Chrissy, wait," He stated firmly, grabbing her arm and pulling her to a stop next to him, "Why are you in such a hurry all of a sudden? I thought you weren't really looking forward to the dance."
"I just needed to get away from my mother," Chrissy told him as he opened his car door for her to get in. he quickly came around to the drivers side and slid in next to her.
"Why would you want to get away from her," Jason asked, looking at her in confusion. "All she ever does is what's best for you. I think you give her too hard of a time."
"Whatever," Chrissy replied, looking out the window as he backed out of her drive way, "I really don't want to talk about it."
"God," Jason scoffed, "What crawled up your ass tonight? You're acting like a complete bitch."
That made for a tense ride to the high school. Neither of them talking after his comment. Chrissy would have asked him to pull over and let her out, if she thought her opinion on things mattered to anyone. Sometimes she just wanted to scream, rip out her hair and cry until someone noticed or gave an actual shit about her. Instead she just stuffed all of her feelings down, knowing that there wasn't much she could do to change anything. Sometimes, in the darkest of moments, she would consider that the only way out was death… but she was too much of a coward. I'm too much of a coward for anything.
The school parking lot was already crowded when they pulled up with a line of people slowly trickling into the building. After putting the car in park, Jason leaned into the back seat and pulled out a small flask, flashing her a cocky grin.
"I thought we could liven it up a little in there," he told her with a wink, "want some vodka? Maybe it'll make you chill the fuck out tonight."
"No thanks," She told him, turning to let herself out of the car. Her eyes rolled heavenward. "I'm going in."
He slipped the flask into his tuxedo pockets and hurried around to the passenger door as she shut it behind her. He instantly slid an arm around her waist, squeezing her tightly up against his side. The two of them got into line, conversing with Patrick and his date who showed up directly after them. Well, Jason and Patrick talked. Chrissy just stood there silently praying the night would be over quickly.
The night didn't go quickly at all. Chrissy felt like every minute she spent in there in her uncomfortable dress was an eternity. The trendy music was thrumming through her ears and pounding in her chest, but she just couldn't find any enjoyment in it. As the night went on, Jason imbibed more and more in his hidden flask of vodka. Hurriedly taking mouthfuls of it after checking to make sure that he was clear to do so. The more he drank, the more handsy he became and it was making Chrissy extremely uncomfortable to the point where she kept asking him to stop touching her.
After about an hour of his behavior escalating, it got to a breaking point. They were standing there together when he started to slide his hand down into the top of her dress while kissing on her neck. She grabbed his hand and pulled it away from her, turning to glare at him.
"I said knock it off," She growled at him tersely, shoving his arm back towards him and turning on heel to leave the gym while tears gathered in her eyes. She had barely made it out of the gym when he was catching up to her and spinning her around to face him by her arm.
"Don't walk away from me, bitch," He slurred in her face, "I wasn't done with you."
He grabbed both of her shoulders and forced her up against the wall before sliding a knee between her legs and pressing against her. He kept her pinned to the wall with one arm, while the other hand started sliding up under her skirt. She was trying valiantly to push him away while trying to pull his hand from her skirt, but that just seemed to make him angrier. He did pull his hand from her dress, but her relief was short lived as a smack landed across her face. She groaned in pain and surprise as heat rushed across her cheek where he had hit her. Already his hand was moving back to try to fondle her beneath the skirt. She struggled weakly against him as tears started making their way down her face. She could vaguely hear voices coming down the hall, but she didn't really pay them any mind.
"Stop it, Jason," She screamed, trying to push against his shoulders as he mouthed at her neck and his hand forced further up her dress until he slid a finger into her panties, causing her dress to rip at the seam up to her hip. "No! Get the hell off of me! Someone help!"
She heard heavy footfalls approaching fast before a loud crack whipped through the air. One second Jason was assaulting her, the next she saw him on the ground with dark shapes standing between them. She slowly slid to the ground, her weak legs no longer able to hold her up. She had tears streaming down her face as she watched a boy with long, dark hair stand between her and Jason. A group of other boys, all wearing matching shirts, stood there looking between the three of them in horror before one with curly hair and braces made his way over to her, kneeling down next to here to check if she was okay.
"The lady said no, asshole," An angry voice snarled from in front of her. "Get the fuck out of here Carver."
"What the fuck," Jason hissed from where he lay on the ground, before his gaze grew steely and he popped to his feet and sucker punched the boy in the face, sending him back a couple of steps before he caught himself and grabbed a hold of Jason's lapels with one hand and pulling back his fist to hit back. There was a satisfying crunch as the, technically second, blow landed right on Jason's perfect stupid nose. The jock cried out in shock as his nose started bleeding. Chrissy could see that he was already bruised on the side of the face from where the first punch landed and felt a coil of satisfaction in her stomach.
"Holy shit, Eddie," the smaller boy said in reverence as he watched with wide eyes filled with admiration while the boy with the leather jacket and the chain on his jeans started rolling around in an all out brawl with Jason. The two of them had fists flying at each other's faces and stomachs, and all Chrissy could do was sit there in shock, until the younger boy caught her attention again, "Are you okay? I'm Dustin, by the way… Dustin Henderson."
"I'm okay," She sniffled, wiping at her eyes to try to get rid of the tears. The boy sent a sad smile he way and stood, offering her his hand. She gently took it in hers and was hauled to her feet which made her realize she wasn't much taller than him. "Thank you.
"No problem, I didn't do much," he replied, sending another brief smile her way, before looking back at the other people standing back observing the fight. "we should probably try and break up the fight before a teacher comes."
The ragtag group of friends all ran forward and started to pull the two teens apart as the pummeled one another. It took all of them as a group to separate the two of them, and the two angry teens were still trying to swing at one another and yelling insults and curses. It gave Chrissy time to view her savior in full. His long hair was in disarray from rolling around on the floor, and he had deep brown eyes and full pink lips, the bottom one of which was split open and was sluggishly oozing blood. He wore a white shirt with a devil, a flaming sword and a mace on it. The words Hellfire club were emblazoned across his chest. He wore a leather jacket with a jean vest over it. Chrissy's eyes trailed up and down his body, catching sight of his bloodied knuckles before moving on to look at the rings on all the fingers of his hand. He looked like an avenging angel, and the word hot kept running through Chrissy's head.
"I'm going to fucking kill you, Munson," Jason was growling as he fought against the 3 guys restraining him. "No one comes between me and my girl."
"I do," Eddie responded as he glared at the other teen, "When a lady says no, you stop what you're doing. I don't care if you're the fucking king of England. I'll step between an abuser and their victim any time of day."
"She's not a fucking victim," Jason snarled, "She is my girlfriend and I can do what I like with her. Its none of your goddamn business."
"I make it my business," the other boy growled back as he reared against the younger teens holding him back. "She's not your property. She has her say in what does and doesn't happen to her. As long as she is asking for help, I'm going to give it to her."
"Whatever, freak," Jason said, as he finally stopped fighting against the people restraining him. He backed up from them and looked at Chrissy, who still had some tears in her eyes as she huddled behind the group of boys between them. "Come on, baby. Lets go home and maybe I'll forget that you were defying me."
"No," Chrissy said, moving to stand closer to the group of boys who had helped her, "I'm not going anywhere with you. Not now, not ever."
"What," Jason asked incredulously, "What the fuck are you talking about, babe?"
"I'm not your fucking babe," Chrissy said, stalking forward and pushing him in the chest. "I don't want to be with you anymore, Jason. We're done! I'm not yours! Comprende?"
"What the fuck, Chrissy," Jason said, confusion coloring his voice, "you can't just break up with me. What will your mom say?"
"Honestly," Chrissy questioned, looking him square in the eye as a smile worked its way to her face, "My mom can go fuck herself. I don't care what she says. I'm not staying with someone who just tried to rape me."
"Rape you," Jason said incredulously, "We're two consenting parties, that isn't rape."
"Except for the part where I didn't consent," Chrissy whipped back viciously, "I fucking said no and you assaulted me. We're done Jason. Just leave me alone."
"Fine," He said, before he spit in her face. "You can walk home, you fat whore."
He turned and left, stumbling drunkenly out of the school and climbing into his car, before he turned the ignition and sped off to who knows where. Chrissy watched him go as she wiped her face on the sleeve of her dress, thoroughly disgusted that he had just spit in her face. She turned to face the group and met the soulful brown eyes of the man who had stepped in to save her.
"Thank you so much for helping me," She mumbled, as she flushed slightly under his gaze, "I really don't want to think about what would have happened if you hadn't showed up when you did."
"Like I said," Eddie told her earnestly, a slight smile coming across his face as he met her eyes, "I'll step in between an abuser and a victim any time. I grew up seeing that shit from my parents all the time. No one deserves that… Especially Chrissy Cunningham."
"You know who I am," She questioned, eyes widening slightly as she looked at him.
"Everyone knows who you are," Dustin tells her, sending a big smile her way. "At this school you'd have to live under a rock not to know who Chrissy Cunningham is."
Eddie elbowed him softly in the ribs, giving him a look that told him to cool it. He looked back at her and sent her a warm smile.
"My name is Eddie, and we've actually met before," He told her with a soft grin. "I guess you must not remember."
"I'm sorry, I don't," Chrissy told him, racking her brain to try and remember when they may have met before.
"Well, other than the fact that we have first and fifth period together, we were both in a talent show in junior high. You were doing your cheer thing," he told her, imitating waving pom poms around, which Chrissy couldn't help but laugh at, "and I was with my band – Corr"
"Corroded Coffin," She shouted suddenly, interrupting him, "Oh my god, I do remember that. You look way different now. How did I completely wipe that from my memory?"
"I don't know. Guess you're a freak," He joked, winking at her. She giggled in response. "That's okay, though. I'm a freak, too."
"You're not a freak," Chrissy told him sincerely. "You're literally my hero tonight."
Eddie flushed, looking down in embarrassment momentarily before looking back into her eyes. He opened his mouth to make a comment, but was cut off by a tall, gangly kid with dark hair and dark eyes.
"Sorry to interrupt, but I was just wondering," The boy said looking at Eddie, "are you still going to give us rides home, or should we call someone else? You're pretty beat up, so I understand if you don't feel up to it."
"Nah, Mike," Eddie said, smiling at him, "I can still give you a ride. Speaking of rides, I heard that asshole say you could walk home. Did you need a ride, m'lady?"
"Oh, that would be extremely helpful," Chrissy said, giggling at his wording. He's saving the day twice in one night.
"Okay," He agreed, smiling at her again, "Onwards we march to yonder van!"
The group of freshman laughed with Chrissy as Eddie led the way out of the school to his van that was sitting inconspicuously in the parking lot. The freshman boys were arguing over shotgun, when Eddie settled it for them.
"Sorry, boys," He told them with faked solemnity, "The lady gets shotgun. No arguments."
"Fine," the three of them grumbled as one as they climbed into the backseat of the van. Eddie opened the front passenger door and held it open for her, as she got into the front. He closed it gently once she was in and made his way around to the drivers side door.
"so, I met Dustin, but who are the rest of you," Chrissy asked as Eddie finally got himself situated behind the wheel.
"Oh, I'm Mike Wheeler," the tall, gangly kid said, "you probably know my sister Nancy."
"Oh, I do know her," Chrissy exclaimed, "we were lab partners last year in biology. She's really sweet."
"My Name is Lucas Sinclair," the last of the three boys told her, "I don't have any siblings your age, so you wouldn't know anyone else from my family."
"That's cool. Thank you guys for helping, too," Chrissy said, "It has seriously been a long night."
"You're welcome," Lucas replied first, "You know? I was going to try out for basketball this year, but seeing how much of a creep the captain is makes me second guess that."
"Ugh, you seriously wanted to sign up to throw balls into laundry baskets," Eddie asked, as he finally turned the key in the ignition. Instantly a metal song started blaring out of the speakers, causing the other four occupants of the van to jump in surprise. He hurriedly turned it to a more reasonable volume and smiled at Chrissy, "Do you want to pick the music?"
"This is fine with me," the strawberry blond responded as her head started moving to the beat of the song. "I've never heard this before. Who is it?"
"You've never heard Metallica," Eddie asked in feigned shock, "I'm gonna have to give you a crash course in good music. What were you listening to before?"
"Well, my parents only let me listen to the Christian stations, so that's pretty much it," Chrissy told him, slightly embarrassed. "but if it were up to me I would totally listen to this."
She saw Eddie give her a strange look before he put the car in reverse and pulled out of his parking spot. Eddie drove a lot less crazy than Jason did, she noticed. He stopped completely at stop signs and actually looked both ways before proceeding. He did speed, but not by more than five to ten miles per hour over the speed limit. Jason drove like a bat out of hell and scared the shit out of her on numerous occasions. Eddie must have been used to giving the freshman rides because he navigated their neighborhoods quickly. One by one he dropped them off until it was just the two of them left in his van.
"Where do you live," he asked her as he shifted in his seat to look at her.
"Oh god," she breathed out, "I really don't want to go home. Jason wasn't wrong about the fact that my mom is going to be pissed off at me and I really don't want to see her tonight. Can I go to your place?"
"Uh," Eddie's jaw was slightly ajar as he looked at her in surprise, "you want to come back to my trailer? Are you sure?"
"Yeah," Chrissy said, looking into his big brown eyes, "I can't bare to face my mom right now. I've had a shitty enough night, and I don't need her making it even shittier."
"Okay," he said, as he started to direct his van to the poorer part of town," as long as you're sure, I don't mind the company. My uncle is at work tonight, so I would be by myself."
"Thanks Eddie," She told him with a smile, "You're literally a life saver!"
"Anytime," He told her, giving her a pointed look that let her know that he meant it when he said it.
Within minutes he was pulling up to a small trailer in the trailer park. Chrissy could see a red head peeking out of the curtains across the street when she was getting out of the van, but it quickly disappeared when they were caught looking.
"This is my castle," Eddie said, as he held the door open for her to get out. She giggled again at his phrasing and followed him up the stairs to his door, which he unlocked and held open for her like a gentleman. His eyes widened slightly as he realized the bit of a mess the place had been left in. "Sorry for the mess, the maid took the week off."
"Its fine," Chrissy told him with a giggle, "It looks more like someone actually lives here instead of a clinically clean house that feels like a fucking prison."
"That's a few times you've mentioned not having a great home life," He told her, looking at her seriously, "do you want to talk about it?"
"Maybe," she said looking down at herself and flushing as she realized the state of dress she was in. "first though, do you have something I could change into? This dress has seen better days… well, maybe it really hasn't. It's a pretty hideous dress, but my mom said I just had to have it. Ugh."
"I can get you some clean clothes to change into, " Eddie told her, "follow me."
He led her back into his bedroom, and she felt herself flushing slightly, thankful that he was focused on digging through his dresser instead of on her face. Her eyes slid easily around his room, taking in the environment. There was a pile of dirty laundry on the floor, and a record player and a bunch of records up against one of the walls, as well as the coolest guitar she had seen.
"This is your guitar," she asked as she went up to look at it, "it's so cool."
"That's my baby, right there," he told her, looking up from his forays into his dresser to give her a smile. "I can play her for you sometime, if you wanted… or you could come see me play at The Hideout on Tuesdays. We have a loyal following of about five… drunks."
He winked at her, and she flushed slightly. He turned back to his drawers and made a happy sound, turning around with a t-shirt and a small pair of shorts that she recognized as junior high gym shorts. She was a little worried they would be too small for her fat thighs, but she held out her hand for the clothes and gave him a little smile.
"I'll let you get changed in here," He said, as he made his way out the door, "just come find me when you're dressed."
As soon as the door closed behind him she was hurriedly unzipping the remnants of her tattered dress. She let out a relieved sigh as the dress fell to the floor and she stepped out of it. She eyed the shorts briefly, before sliding them up her legs, surprised when they fit her perfectly, not too tight, not too loose. The t-shirt he had given her had Iron Maiden stamped across the chest and looked like it was well loved. She pulled it over her head and smiled as it went down to her midthigh. This wasn't as good of fit, but it was comfy as hell.
After she got dressed she made her way out of his room and saw the bathroom door was open and stepped inside. She looked in the mirror and winced. There was a large bruise on her cheek and her mascara had run down to her chin. How come no one had said she looked so terrible. She hurriedly went through the closet and grabbed a washcloth, and immediately began to wash off the makeup. With that task done, she spent a few minutes pulling bobby pins from her hair until her hair was down past her shoulders. Much better. Since she was already in the bathroom, she quickly used the toilet and washed her hands before making her way back out to the living room where Eddie was sitting on one of the recliners.
"Hey," he said, as she came out. She noticed that he was rolling something up in a paper and raised an eyebrow, "I thought you may want to smoke some weed to relax before talking about whatever you wanted to talk about."
"I've never smoked before," she told him, as she sat next to him in the other recliner. ",but you really think it could make me relax?"
"Pot makes most people relax when they have it," he told her with a grin, "at least in my experience, but we don't have to if you don't want to."
"I… I think I'd like to try it," she said, looking at him with a nervous smile.
"Okay," he said, hurrying to her side with the joint and a lighter, which he lit for her as she put the end of the joint in her mouth. She had taken the smallest of inhales on it before she started choking and coughing.
"Holy shit," she said, as her eyes watered, "How do you smoke that, it burns so bad. I wish I could get high, but I don't know if I can stand coughing like that."
"Well," He said, thinking for a moment, "I can help you, and I swear this isn't me hitting on you. I know you had a shitty night. I can breath it in, and then breath it out into your mouth? You would just inhale while I exhale. Then hold it for a few seconds before exhaling yourself."
"We can try that," she replied as they both flushed slightly. He sent a smile her way, and her stomach fluttered, before he took the joint to his lips and pulled it in a long inhale that ended with puffed up cheeks. He motioned her closer and put his lips by hers as he started to exhale and she started to inhale through her mouth. She could feel the smoke passing between their lips, but this time it didn't feel like it was going to choke her. After a few seconds he pulled back and watched her as she held her breath for a few seconds before exhaling and releasing a huge plume of smoke from between her lips. She held eye contact with him as she exhaled, releasing a light "wow."
"Good job," he told her, still slightly flushed as he backed away from her personal space. "I can't do that for you every time, but that was a good first attempt. Now that you've tried that, do you want to try the joint again?"
"Yeah," she told him, grabbing it from his fingers and putting it to her lips. She slowly pulled on it, and this time, it didn't burn as bad. She was able to hold it for a few seconds before releasing a couple of coughs and a smaller plume of smoke than before. She passed it back to him, and he immediately to a hit from it before setting it in an ashtray on the table between them.
"Okay, do you want to talk about it," Eddie asked her, "you won't get judgment from me, no matter what you say."
"okay," Chrissy said, releasing a large sigh, "I guess the short of it is that my home life pretty much sucks. Everyone thinks I am the perfect girl with the picture perfect family, and that's so far from the truth. My mom is horrible. She tells me all the time how fat and ugly I am, while doting on my little brother like he's the most perfect being in the world. She tells me what to eat, when to eat it and tells me when to purge if I eat too much. I can't weigh more than a certain amount or she will make me diet. She constantly is tightening my clothes up, and it makes them hard to wear. That's part of the problem with the dress from tonight. She took it in two days ago, and then tonight it didn't fit. I didn't even want to go to the stupid dance, but mom and Jason made me do it. She controls every aspect of my life. I'm not allowed to watch scary movies or anything rated R, I'm not allowed to listen to anything other than the Christian channel. She is the one who made me be a cheerleader. I didn't even want to do that, but she said it was a great way to stay in shape. I feel horrible saying this, but sometimes I feel like she could die tomorrow, and I wouldn't shed a single tear. How awful does that make me?"
"Chris," Eddie said, leaning forward to take her hand in his larger one. "That doesn't make you a bad person. I've gone through similar feelings regarding my dad. He used to beat the shit out of my mom and I."
"I'm so sorry," Chrissy said, as tears built up in her eyes for the pain she could see in Eddies.
"It's okay," he told her, squeezing her hand, "eventually mom left and abandoned me with him. There were days that the abuse was so bad I would think about killing myself. I spent so much time wishing that he would just die. Eventually, he got caught robbing someone's house and had a weapon with him, so he got put in prison for armed robbery and I was sent to live with Uncle Wayne. I've lived here with him since I was 12 and things have been better. I haven't talked to my father in seven years, and I don't ever plan to. Is your dad at least good to you?"
"Dad just ignores everything that mom says and does to me," Chrissy told him while keeping her eyes on their clasped hands, she takes her hand back to lift the joint that is still sitting between them and reignites the end, taking a small puff before exhaling. She passes it over to him, watching as he inhales and releases it a few moments later. "He doesn't actually do anything to me, but he doesn't stop it, either. I hate them both and I feel so guilty about that. Why am I so unlovable?"
"Chrissy Lee Cunningham," Eddie starts setting the joint back between them, only to be interrupted by Chrissie.
"Actually, my middle name is Elizabeth," She giggles, clutching again at his hand.
"Chrissy Elizabeth Cunningham," Eddie starts over, sending a smile to the other girl. "I've only spent a few hours of time with you over my life, but I can tell you now that you are absolutely NOT unlovable. There is nothing wrong with you. Clearly there is something wrong with your piece of shit mother and ex-boyfriend. Don't get me started on your father. A real man would stand up to anyone for treating you that way. You are a beautiful person, inside and out, and only a fool would say otherwise. By the way, your mom is crazy as hell if she thinks you're fat. You're very skinny. Even if you weighed 400 pounds, I bet you'd still be beautiful."
"Wow," She said, looking at him in awe. No one had ever said something as nice to her as he had, "have you ever thought of being a counselor. You'd be really good at it."
"College is definitely not in the cards for me," Eddie replied with a self-deprecating smile. "I don't know if you realized, but I've flunked senior year twice. I'm a 19 year old senior, which is embarrassing to say the least. I'm already struggling with classes this year, and it's only September."
"I could help you study," She told him sincerely, "I'm really good in classes. I kind of have to be. If I get below an A, my parents ground me and mom says I'm an idiot who shames the family."
"I hate your mom," Eddie said, as an angry look took over his face, "If you really don't mind helping me study… I'd be down for it."
"Of course," Chrissy replied back with a small grin, "we will pass senior year together. Class of '86!"
"86 is going to be my year," He told her with a giggle as the pot they had smoked started to kick in, "our year, I mean."
Chrissy was about to reply to him, when her stomach started growling. She hadn't eaten anything at all that day in preparation for the horrible dress she had known she was going to be wearing that night. She looked up at him with a blush, sure that her stomach could be heard from where he was sitting.
"Are you hungry," He asked her, as he stood up from the recliner he was sitting in. "I have cereal and milk, frozen pizza or eggos. Uncle Wayne and I need to hit up a grocery store tomorrow."
"oh god, I don't remember the last time I was allowed to eat pizza," she told him, "can we do that?"
"Abso-fucking-lutely," he replied as he hurriedly made his way to the oven to preheat it. "And letting you know, when you're high… food tastes even more divine."
"Now I really can't wait," She said, sending a large grin his way as she started rubbing her hands on the recliner. "This fabric feels really nice under my hands."
"You're definitely high right now," Eddie said, releasing a guffaw of laughter, "but then, so am I… What do you think of the first time?"
"I feel like I'm floating and I love it," Chrissy replied, looking at him as he sat down in the other recliner next to her. "so, out of curiosity, y'know, because of the shirt. What is Iron Maiden?"
"Iron Maiden is one of my favorite bands of all time," he practically shouted out, hurrying from the room and grabbing a cassette tape and rushing back in. He pulled his uncles tape from the stereo and jammed Iron Maiden in, and pressed play. "Chrissy Cunningham, we are going to broaden your musical horizons. No more Christian music for you!"
"Yay," She shouted in a joking manner.
Within half an hour the two of them were sharing pizza and passing a new joint back and forth between them while Iron Maiden jammed out on the stereo next to them. Chrissy hadn't felt so relaxed and happy since… well, she couldn't remember the last time she felt so good, and that was sad for her.
"You know," Eddie started up as he took a large bite of pizza, a little bit of cheese dangled down his chin that he didn't seem to notice, "if you hate cheerleading so much, why don't you just quit?"
"Because I'm terrified of what my mother would do if I quit the team," she responded, even as she considered it in her mind as she took a daintier bite of pizza herself. She looked up to see Eddie looking at her with a sad look, and a string of cheese hanging from his chin and she grinned, reaching out to wipe it away with her thumb. Eddie turned pink in the cheeks and grinned at her. He's so cute.
"What do you think she would do if you quit," he asked quietly, glancing up at her through his long lashes. "do you think she would hurt you?"
"I don't know," Chrissy told him honestly, "she may starve me to death, or smack me or something. I just really don't know with her."
"I know I've said this before, but I really hate your mother," Eddie said with conviction, "I know I've never met her, but she sounds like a real fuckin peach. What do you think of Iron Maiden?"
"Nice change of subject," she said with a giggle, "I like them. Not as much as that Metallica we were listening to in the car, but I like it."
"We're going to make a metal head out of you, Chrissy Cunningham," Eddie joked, with a wink to her that sent her head spinning.
"Only if I get to be as cool as you," She said, "maybe I'll have to change up my style, get a leather jacket and some tatties."
"That would be so hot," Eddie blurted out, then blushed. "I know a guy who would give you a tattoo if you wanted. I know you're not 18 yet."
"That would be pretty cool," She said as a yawn broke out from her, "sorry, I don't mean to yawn all over you."
"It's okay. Do you want to go to sleep after we finish the pizza," he asked her, "You can take my bed. I'll sleep out here in one of the recliners."
"Why don't we just share the bed," Chrissy asked as she stared at him intently, " its not like I'm afraid of catching your cooties. We've been sharing the same joints for the past 2 hours."
"I wasn't sure you'd be comfortable with a boy laying in bed with you after what happened earlier tonight," he responded back.
"I'm comfortable with you," she told him "you're my hero, remember?"
"Anytime," he replied with a slight grin, "I'm going to go change the sheets and get dressed for bed."
After that he disappeared for about five minutes, reappearing in the hallway wearing a Metallica shirt and sweatpants.
"The bed's all made up if you're ready to go to sleep," he stated, beckoning her over with a wave of his hand. The two of them made their way into his room and laid down next to each other, Eddie careful to keep a little bit of space between them. Chrissy wasn't having that though and turned onto her side to put her head on over his heart and one of her arms over his waist.
"Is it okay with you that I want to cuddle," She asked him, "you really make me feel safe."
"That's fine," He replied sleepily, moving his left arm so that it was around her shoulders and pressing a kiss to her forehead, "G'night Princess."
AN 2: Okay, so that is chapter one. I've read a lot of fics where he calls her Princess and I find it adorbs, so I did it too. Obviously they each have a crush on each other pretty instantly. (like I'm convinced the characters did in the show)