Bush parties were always my calling, they'd always been thrown by some unknown random person who you never even happen on through out the entire party.
Every party goer doing their best not to get caught as they were usually held off the beaten bath, in the country or on private party. Sometimes all of the above.
It was an excuse for a ton of random people to get together and go wild. It was never a dull moment - from meeting new people, insane shenanigans and having the best time of your life.
Unfortunately for me, I was moving to Hawkins in a weeks time. My dad having got a job offer out there and since my aunt and cousin live out there, my dad thought it was the perfect place to transfer to.
I on the other hand wasn't as excited. I'm still not over the moon about it. It's the start of senior year, I should be having fun with my friends, ditching school, trying new things.. typical senior stuff but instead I have to start over at a new school that I'll only be in for a few months before graduating.
The one light in the horizon is that.. you guessed it, bush party. This one being more of a rager than most, apparently it was going to be full of outcasts which was always my type of people as I never fit in much myself.
So what better way to celebrate the move to Hawkins then a party just outside of it? Okay, celebrating is a strong word.. I still wasn't happy about the move but any excuse to have fun worked for me.
People usually pegged me as the Tom Boy who loves rock and roll. I'd describe myself more as Chrissie Hynde style wise just with cinnamon brown hair and stupidly bright green eyes. Oh - and I of course do love rock and roll.
I don't know if that's why I'm an outcast or if it's because I have the attitude to match. So many people sit down and shut up, contorting to exactly what their parents, teachers and peers want. It's lame and boring, in my opinion.
I much rather be my own person, not go with the crowd and I voice all opinions and thoughts very easily.
Anyways -
"Mom," I yell out from my still unpacked bedroom, grabbing my bag and heading for the stairs "I'm heading out," I yell again, unsure of where she is in the house. She's a chaotic unpacker.
Reaching the end of the stairs, I grab my skateboard that's leaned up against the wall in the front hall "Be safe," Her quiet voice emerges from the dining room "Always am," I smile as I give her a small wave "I expect you to start setting your room up soon," She gives me her signature mom look,
I roll my eyes, waving her off "Yeah, Yeah." I groan, opening the front door.
I could drive and while I do love driving, skateboarding has always been one of my go-to things. It helped me clear my mind and right now, it helped me figure out the backroads of Hawkins.
It wasn't too far, just beyond a river a few blocks behind my house. Some place locals named Skull rock. How original.
I could hear the sound of metal music filling the air, people cheering and spouting all sorts of chaotic sentiments.
Getting closer as the music roared louder, I propped my skateboard behind one of the rocks. Looking at the sea of my potentially new classmates, I'd much rather these people than what typical high schools had to offer.
You merge in with the party goers already in attendance, grabbing a beer from a cooler as you look around for any familiar faces.
You knew one or two people here, your cousin and his friend Steve but they weren't really in this type of crowd.
"Hey, whose throwing this thing?" I ask a random girl in hopes she'd know, Having a bet with my friends back where I moved from that people can attend any party like this and you'll never find the person who is throwing it, we were still trying to win that bet.
"Uhh," She yells, scanning the teens and young adults scattered over the property. "I don't see him, just wait a second-" she puts her hand out as I nod, dancing along to the music.
She pulls over a straight-out-of-a-fantasy-book type of guy, he looked like he was ready for battle "Where's Eddie?" The girl yelled to him over the music as the guy shrugged "He's around here somewhere."
An apologetic frown pulled at the girls face "Sorry," she merely said as I waved it off "It's okay," well this wouldn't be the party where I'd find the host but I did have a name so that might help.
"Hey!" I yelled, "Don't touch my skateboard!" I watch as some metalhead flips around my deck, checking it out. "This is yours?" He yells over the music as I nod, walking towards him "Which means.." I snatch the board from his hands "Don't touch." I scold.
His hair is nearly jet black in the dark of night, fitted in a leather jacket with a sleeveless jean jacket over top, clusters of pins and patches everywhere. "You got some attitude," he laughs as he puts his hands up in mock surrender,
"Attitude? No." I shake my head, "No patience for some annoying metalhead? Yes," I correct with narrowed eyes, swiftly turning around with my board to rejoin the party
"What do you have against metal?" The guy calls from behind me, his tone seething with amusement. Rolling my eyes, I turn back around slowly "Nothing," I state matter of factly.
"Just have an issue with burn outs like you," a biting smile takes my face as the guy steps closer, his long dark hair blowing with the cool night breeze.
His brow arches, a softness washing over his face as he grins, making his smile line deepen and his eyes squint.
"Is that so?" He muses as I nod nonchalantly. "I'm not a burn out," He's still amused, enjoying this back and forth "I'm Eddie Munson," his lips curl up into a smirk.
"And I'm - wait you're the one throwing this thing?" I pause mid sentence as I realize he's the one I had been looking for. Eddie shoves his hands in his worn out black jeans with shredded knees "Looking for me?" He asked curiously,
"No. Well yes... sort of. Anyway, I got what I needed." I say in thought as my fingers fiddle with the wheels on my skateboard.
Eddies equally dark eyes somehow managed to light up "I don't know if that's true," he takes a step forward.. inches away from my face. I gulp, hard.
So I may have a thing for metalheads but considering the last one I was with, in the town I moved from, broke my heart.. I've been trying to give up the whole 'dating a thrasher' thing, or hooking up.
We were never really official.
Right now my mind and body were telling me to ditch that notion and just lunge at the opportunity full force and the way Eddie was challenging made it so much harder to ignore.
"Whys that?" I breathe out, searching his dark almond shaped eyes as they flicker from my lips to my own eyes "If you'd got everything you needed you wouldn't be standing here still," His smile was vibrant, alluring.
Making my stomach do stupid things and my body wanting him more, like the earth was pulling us towards one and other.
"I think," Eddie moves a stray piece of hair out of my face "you like metal-heads like me," his brows raised as he landed right on target. Scoffing, I narrow my eyes "I could never," you deny, knowing full well it wasn't true.
"You guys are loud, annoying.. obnoxious," I list off just a few reasons to defend my statement, some of it being true for a select few. "Says the rocker chick," his finger points to my shirt, a foreigner band tee.
"We are quieter," I attempt to defend as a wild, bemused look sweeps over Eddie's face. "Oh yeah? I'd like to put that to the test," His voice dripping with sexual need, I lean up into his ear "If you want to fuck me, just say so hot shot."
I whisper, watching his body tremble lightly as chills are sent down his spine. His hands grab on to my hips, knowing in that moment I was done for.. it was one of those little things that got me going.
"I want to fuck you," Eddie whispers in my ear, feeling chills sent down my own spine now, like electricity was running through my veins.
My eyes flash to his, knowing my face was giving away how much I wanted him but his wasn't doing any favours either.
Eddie had that special type of glow to him, the kind that sent you over the edge. He could pull off innocence easily but when in the mood, even just a smidge.. those looks could send a girl crazy.
"Then fuck me," my mouth decided to utter the words before my brain could even catch up, taking myself by surprise.
"But not yet," I hold a finger up, "I want to see how long you can hold out for."
"Who knows, maybe there's someone else I'll click with," I tease Eddie relentlessly, his mouth parted and tongue in cheek.
"You know I got my picks," he challenged "Go for it," I breathe out like I'm unbothered, literally watching the gears turn in Eddie's head as it draws him in more.
Joining the group of people, Eddie followed suite but instead he mingled with some other people deeper in the woods, people who I didn't know of course but was now curious about.
If I was among the right groups of people (the kind I had common interests with) it was always easy going for me to fit in like I was always there, I don't know if it's a curse or blessing really.
It makes it easier making friends but then again I've made quite a few enemies over the years too.
Being in the days of satanic panic kind of put a damper on that, especially if you were into rock or metal. It was so bad that most radio stations are banning those two genres in hopes of 'saving kids from the devils music,' it's hilarious, actually.
The crowd begins to go wild as wanted dead or alive by bon jovi plays loudly over the speakers, ahh Bon Jovi.. I hated being a cliche but I ran with the crowd on that one, he was a heart throb. I couldn't deny it.
Much like everyone else, I'm dancing chaotically.. playing an invisible guitar and throwing my head around as my cinnamon brown hair waves around.
Out of the corner of my eye I see Eddie watching me, studying me.. all the while his face looked like he was in deep thought, sexual thoughts.
He looked like he was about to drool.
Getting a man spun in seconds by only uttering a few words was always one of my favourite things.
I make a V with my fingers, bringing it up to my lips and placing my tongue in between and flicking it up and down.
Watching Eddie's jaw drop as he shook his head with a shit eating grin, watching him mouth "You're going to get it." Which is exactly what I was hoping for.
"Oh really, you've seen foreigner before too?" I talk to another guy at the party, him trying to lure me in with the topic of my shirt, not even the slightest bit interested.
"Sorry man, she has a prior commitment she needs to attend." I hear Eddie's voice behind me as he approaches us, "Do I, hmm.. i don't recall having any plans." I tap my finger on my lip,
My body stiffening as Eddies arm swings over my shoulders, looking down at me with his stupidly radiant smile. He nods with pursed lips
"Me and.." he pauses in realization, "What's your name again?" He whispers down to you. "Beth," you shrug, coming up with a fake name on the spot. It's not like you were ever going to see Eddie again after tonight so what did it matter.
"Yeah, that. " he nods as if he knew all along, "We kinda got this thing going on," Eddie gestures his hand between the two of you, crossing my arms and shooting him a glare "No we don't," I scoff as if I'm uninterested.
Eddie leans back down into my ear, his hand squeezing my shoulder. "I need you.. right now." He breathes out, my legs suddenly feeling weak.
"Oh yeah that thing, okay let's go." I barely manage to get all the words out as Eddie is giving a sarcastic 'in your face' wave to the guy I had been talking to.
A devilish grin took over Eddie's face as he grabbed my hand "Where are we going?" I ask in confusion "I live a street over, unless you wanted to do it right here..." he trails off, clearly okay with the idea.
I'd be in agreement if there wasn't a crowd of people around. "Your house it is," I nod, my hand in his as we run in the direction of Eddie's place.
"Wow, it's as beautiful as I expected," I'm sarcastic as I speak, exiting the woods and finding myself in a trailer park. "It's got a bed and that's really all we need," he motions his arms outwards as I follow him.
His house.. well trailer smelled strongly of cigarettes, weed and some type of woodsy scented incense to mask the precious smells which was ultimately failing. It wasn't a mess but wasn't clean either, it looked generally lived in.
Barely having anytime to even take his place in and look around as Eddie was peeling your clothes off In need and you were doing the same.
Flinging the clothes where ever they may land and our lips intertwining, craving each other in every sense of the word.
Eddies lips are needy and hungry against my own, like he can't get enough as he pushes me up against a wall. His lips tasting equally like cigarettes and alcohol.
Feeling the bulge in his pants press into me as his body leans into mine. His hands trailing all over my body, grabbing onto what he can as his hands pass by. I roll my hips against his bulge, still having pants on the both of us and urgently wanting them off.
I feel around for his belt, unbuckling it blindly as I feel him grin against my lips.
My head jerking upwards as Eddie's soft plump lips go for my neck, another weakness of mine.
"Room?" I ask breathlessly as Eddie motions his head to the left, his lips sliding away from my jugular as our eyes meet, only seeing pure lust behind those amber brown eyes, reminding me of the changing leaves on the brink of fall.
Our lips clash again, Eddie directing me towards his bedroom with his body against mine, blending into one. Feeling the edge of a bed hit the back of my legs as I fall down backwards on it.
Having a small window to look around his room as Eddie kicks off his pants, hearing the buckle and chain he has attached to his pants hit the floor loudly.
"Handcuffs?" I ask with a raised brow, having eyed them hanging on the wall. "Haven't had a chance to use them," he says with an untameable grin.
While it did sound like fun and I had dabbled with it in the past.. being cuffed by a guy I barely knew didn't seem like a smart idea, so instead I shrug as I slide off my own pants. Though it did add about a thousand more fantasies into my head.
Eddie and I quickly got back into it, not wasting even a third of a second, how could two people who didn't know each other want each other so much? I'm not sure but every ounce of my body and being wanted him.
His hand moves between us and in between my legs, my breath catching in my throat and almost forgetting to breath as his mouth moves with mine.
"Someone's a little wet," He grins against my mouth, Eddie's hand slowly running back and forth against my pussy.
"Someone's a little hard," I murmur back, reaching down and moving my hand in a circular motion over his bulge which was still contained by his boxers.
"Not exactly little," Eddie moans against my lips, a satisfying smile taking my face as I knew I was getting him going too. "Oh I can tell," I raise my brows in response.
Ripping off our own underwear as our bodies collide, feeling every inch of him press into me as I move my hips up and down against him.
Eddie pins my arms above my head after putting on a condom that was in a pack on his bedside, clearly always on stand by. Motioning my torso upwards as an invitation as he slides himself into me, both of us moaning in sync as our naughtiest desires came true.
Neither of us were patient or slow, this wasn't an.. oh we are making love, I'm having slow sensual sex with someone I'm over the moon about situation, no no.
This was a need deep in both of mine and Eddie's beings that was begging to be let free, ravenous and animalistic almost. Just purely reverting to our natural primal instincts.
A striking similarity to a hate fuck.
His hand grips my wrists tightly as he thrusts himself into me, the warmth of his body instantly raising my own temperature.
Eddies long, wavy chestnut brown hair dangling in front of his face as he looks down at himself thrusting into me, watching himself as he slowly pulls out then eagerly pushing back in.
Taking on the speed similar to a jackhammer, I arch my hips as my body begs for me. "Oh my fucking god," my head tilts back as I moan loudly, sex having never felt this mind blowing before.
"I told you, you were going to get it," Eddie grins as he looks up at me, leaning down into me as his mouth grasps at my neck - still thrusting into me, like a gun with recoil. Slowly pulling back out to ram himself back in, feeling him fill up every inch of me as he went deeper.
"So worth getting," I moan out, his hand freeing my wrists as I grab onto his back, dragging my nails sharply against it. Eddies loud moans against my neck and ear sending me into a frenzy as his teeth sank into my collarbone.
Sucking away at any part of skin below my neck and biting where he can, not love bites either.. which I didn't mind as these were my favourite type.
It's like he knew all the things that got me going, that made me spasm with out even knowing me.
"Oh fuck, Eddie." I dig my nails into his back harder, moving my hips with his own body movements, feeling his cock throb and pulsate inside me.
The pace picking up as our mouths now moan against each other's, his hot breath causing my lips to tremble.
Eddies breathing fluctuating as he makes low grunts while thrusting, "Holy shit," the words are drawn out and an octave deeper than his regular voice. His body slowing down as his cock throbs repeatedly inside me.
"Fuck," I breathe "Yes," it turns into a moan as the feeling of his cock throbbing as he's about to cum sends electricity through my body,
Eddie's hands clutching onto the bed below me, the overwhelming; feel good sensation washing over me as we cum in sync. His head flipping back, hair flying with as he lets out one last, satisfying moan, his agape lips curving into a grin.
Holy shit. If I hadn't already came, that would have been enough to push me over the metaphorical cliff.
Eddie nearly collapses on top of me, rolling himself off as he breathes unsteady beside me.
"That was fun," I huff out, tapping his chest lightly. I was never good at the awkward good bye part.
Sitting up to search around for my pants and panties, Eddie uses his elbows to prop himself up "Not going to stay for a smoke, a drink or something?" He pants, my eyes narrow slightly at the thought
"Never really have.." I trail off quietly as he grins, grabbing his boxers off the floor "It's just a few more minutes," He suggests as he pulls on his boxers "Look, I'll even be nice and give you a ride home after."
Eddie offers with out looking at me, never had that happen before either. This new territory was kind of freaky, it went against all the rules you set up for you myself when it came to one night stands.
But... I was in an unknown part of Hawkins that I didn't exactly know how to navigate and getting lost outside at one in the morning wasn't on my to do list.
"Fine," I groan as if I wish to be doing anything else, a loud 'oof' escaping my lips as I see Eddie's back when he stands up. My nails having marked up his back pretty good and noticeably, even drawing blood.
"Same to you," He responds, eyes lighting up as he points to my chest which is covered in bite marks that will soon bruise. "Damn it," I mutter to myself.
I never usually stuck around for the getting dressed part either and somehow, just this guy getting dressed turned me on but I vehemently shook those thoughts from my head.
Eddie and I sat in his bed, now fully dressed.. well he was in a white T-shirt now without his leather and jean jackets over top.
He passes me a cigarette as I hold it between my lips, "So do you live here, in Hawkins?"Eddie clarifies as he lights the cigarette for me, I take in a long drag and shake my head "Just passing through," I lie..
To me there wasn't much harm in lying about my name or that I just moved here, I knew I'd never see him again so there wasn't much point for the truth.
"Heavy metal, really?" I glance at a comic at the bottom of his bed, judging his choice of literature "Don't knock it," he half laughs and half scoffs as I roll my eyes.
After the smoke, Eddie and I head out to his van, maybe I should have drove after all. Getting in the passenger side for my nostrils to be filled with a rank stench of weed, even worse than inside the trailer. Causing me to cough violently for a moment.
I directed Eddie to a store by my new house, not wanting him to know my exact address. As he pulls into the parking lot, he glances over at me with a hint of sadness in his eyes. I could not figure this guy out and it bothered me.
"Well uh.." I start opening the door, "thank you.. for the ride." I say awkwardly, his fingers (and rings on his fingers) drumming against the steering wheel "My pleasure, sweetheart." Eddie grins, teeth showing and smile lines deepening.
I scoff, my eyeballs nearly rolling out of my head as I step out of the van "Not like that," I ridicule him for adding a dirty meaning to my words. "Still, my pleasure." He winks, my heart skipping a beat.
Stupid heart. Stop that.
As Eddie pulls out of the stores parking lot, we give each other a small wave. I wait for the tail lights to disappear into the darkness of the night before walking home.
He's so annoying but so..
No. No, don't go there. I shake my head.
But he's just so.. UGH! No! No! No! I can't start feeling something for a dumb guy I had a one night stand with. I refuse, nu uh. Not happening.
But.. ahhh. I tug at my hair in frustration with myself, ready to scream at my inner voices going to war. You know what? I'll just hate him, that makes it simple.. easy.
I hate Eddie Munson.
I want to hate him, but I don't.