{Y/N's POV}
I was finishing shaving myself for the night, and ever since I started having encounters with Eddie, I've always prepared myself just in case we might do something, and I was hoping for it, but it never happened. I don't know what he is waiting for, I don't know how much clearer I have to be in order for him to actually do it. I don't need pity, or sympathy... Well, maybe a little bit because it will probably hurt again, but still... I sighed as I stepped out of the bath tub, taking out the plug from it so the water drains.
I looked at myself in the mirror, and grabbed my tweezers to take out any black hair I could see above my top lip. Then I proceeded to fix my eyebrows and I dropped the tweezers in the sink, nervousness washing over me for a few seconds. I've been like this ever since I woke up. The events from yesterday's party were too much to handle in a single night. I had no idea about Byers' feelings towards me, and I never thought he did that because he was interested in me. I always thought he wanted to bring me down with those pictures, but he actually took them because... I blushed as I remembered that he described me as beautiful. I was sweaty, crying, as I maniacally drove my father's car in the karting park, so I don't know what Byers saw that day, but it was far from beautiful.
I shook my head as I focused on my reflection once more and I looked towards the laid out lingerie I put on top of the toilet lid. It was all black. I bought it this morning in Victoria Secret in Starcourt out of impulse. It was a nice, push up, black lace bra and a black lace thong underneath but... The garter belt that would go hugging my waist was the icing on the cake. I bit my lip as I slowly started putting the whole set on. I walked out of the bathroom to look at myself in the full body mirror and holy shit. I did look good in black. Will he like it? Will he think it's too desperate? I mean, I could use this in my daily, and he wouldn't know, right? I blinked and walked towards the already planned outfit laying on my bed.
Black shorts and a red blouse on top, puffed up sleeves that tighten in my wrists and a V shaped cleavage. He did mention I look good in red, so I took good note on that. I then grabbed the black opaque stockings that had lace at the top of it and started putting them on. I latched the garter belt at the edges of the stockings and put on my red heels to then turn around and look at myself again. My eyes widened at how nasty, dirty, but sexy I looked. It was a new world, completely. I never thought I could look like this in my life.
"Oh my god... I'm so desperate." I said outloud, because I was. I was doing all of this because of Eddie. I shook my head and started taking the garments off because it was way too much for the first time. I could surprise him sometime later. I stopped as I was putting my pink laced bra on and I stared at the nothingness. Later? Will this happen more than once? What if it's just my side the only one who wants to keep going with this? What if I spend the night with him and I lose interest? What is going to happen when we cross this line?
I shook my head, focusing again. But I want him, that's the present. The future can fucking wait. I hid the black lingerie including the belt and stockings in my drawer and I began getting dressed. I unclipped my unwashed hair from the hair clip I was using for the bath and began doing my hair the same way I used it when he came over for dinner with Wayne. As I started applying my make up, I remembered Steve, and I blushed as I remembered me begging him to not tell anybody, that it was a secret and we were seeing where it was going.
I finished putting on lipstick and walked towards my perfume stand and I saw Nancy's forgotten scrunchie on the desk. I frowned at this. Nancy didn't speak to me at all after Jonathan's blunt confession, and in fact, they never returned to the party after that. I knew Nancy was mad... But I didn't do shit. I applied my sweet fragrance and put on my red heels once more and I looked at myself in the mirror. I nodded, and gulped heavily. Steve also picked out some nice movies for us to watch, mostly horror movies. This was a date. It was definitely a date. My first date ever, and it was with Eddie Munson, the freak of Hawkins High.
I don't consider Jason's house invitation where he stole my virginity from me a date, so that memory can burn in hell. I walked out of my room and headed downstairs towards the kitchen. The empanadas were already in room temperature in the middle of the kitchen table, and I already had cut up fruit if he wanted something from the bar, but he always chooses a Negroni. I took a deep breath in as I tried calming my nerves down. Was I wearing too much? Was it obvious that I got nicely dressed for him? What if he came by and he was all casual with his get up and I was too overdressed completely misreading the situation?
Fuck, how can I misread the situation? He demanded that I tell him to Fuck me yesterday... My eyes widened slightly as realization hit me. He wants me to throw my pride to the garbage. I squinted slightly as new determination was written in my face. Two can play this game Munson. The bell rang, and I knew the devil himself was at the door.
Now I do wish I had my lingerie on.
I walked towards the door and opened it, and my eyes slightly widened as I saw him in his black leather jacket, a black shirt with a necklace hanging low on the collar, and some ripped black jeans. He looked at me and smiled sweetly, making his dimples show and my knees slightly shook at the sight. Eddie Munson was handsome, very, and I cannot believe I never looked his way before. I saw him inspect my outfit and he smirked slightly to the side.
"Did you get dressed up all for me?" He asked and I rolled my eyes at him , letting him inside the house. "I just wanted to say that it looks great." He mentions, making me blush slightly as he closes the door behind him. My heart starts accelerating as the door does the final click, and we're now both alone in my house, with so many rooms to choose from. I smiled softly at him as I walked towards the kitchen, making him follow me behind.
"You don't look too bad yourself Munson." I comment on his attire and I hear him gasp slightly and I turn around to see him rubbing his chest, making me giggle at his over dramatic gesture.
"Aww, that made my heart go soft." I rolled my eyes as I walked towards the cabinet to grab two glasses and when I turned around I saw he was about to grab an empanada from the tray.
"HEY!" I yelled making him snap out and jump completely startled by my voice. I squinted at him and he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
"I am just hungry..." He tries to excuse himself and I shake my head at him, placing the glasses on the tray as well.
"Just wait... What do you want to drink?" I ask him as I walk towards the fridge. I scanned it and I smirked as I saw where the beers were, knowing he will ask for that.
"Beer sounds good darling." Bullseye.
"Okay." I shortly say and I bend down, without the use of my knees, just so that my ass sticks out even more for him to see. I grab onto two cans, stalling for two seconds before regaining my posture and closing the door of the fridge with my foot. I turn around and I jumped slightly as he was standing right behind me instead of leaning against the stool. "Jesus Munson... Are you my shadow?" I joke to him and his face told me that he wanted to eat me alive at this very moment.
"Honey..." He called out to me, breathlessly and god he just arrived and I want to jump on him, wildly, but I was going to resist. I put the two beers on the tray and I grabbed it and handed it to him and then I grabbed the tray of empanadas.
"Darling." I mocked him as I started walking, making him follow me along. I was going to take him somewhere I never showed anyone, but it was because it was private. I heard him scoff slightly at my nickname as we entered the living room and headed towards a locked door that was in the very back.
"Uh... is this where you murder me sweetheart?" He asks jokingly at me and I chuckle, grabbing the key from inside of one of the vases as I balanced the tray in one hand. I opened the door and walked in, turning on the lights of the room. He walked in after me and almost dropped the tray of drinks to the floor. There was a huge TV screen, kind of like a projector, but it works with VHS casettes. Four big black leather cushions, two in the front, two in the back, were placed in front of it, with small tables in between them. The room was decorated with movie posters and some statues as well as a mini fridge in the corner and a music player in the other. The room was painted in a dark grey color and the floor was carpet in the color of blood red.
"What the fuck..." He managed to blurt out and I giggled as I walked towards the front cushions, putting the empanadas on the little table in between us. I had already placed the VHS of The Shining in the device, so it was just waiting to be played. He was still mouth agape, scanning the entire room as he slowly sat down next to me, leaving the tray in the table as well.
"Having fun?" I asked him and he looked at me, still amazed at the room.
"Why do you have a cinema in your house?" I shrugged at this question because I didn't even know why we had it either. Probably Dad's idea.
"My parents always wanted the biggest things. So, might as well do a cinema room." I say to him as I grabbed one of my Meat flavored empanadas and took a bite off it. He followed suit, devouring it in one bite as his eyes still scanned the room and he bounced slightly on the cushion. I giggled at his action and then took a sip of beer to gulp down the bite I just took. He took an empanada as he still looked around the whole room, still surprised. I grabbed one of the controllers that was on a compartment next to the cushion and with it I dimmed the lights a little bit and he looked at me with a perplexed look on his face.
"Did you just dim the lights with a controller?" He asked and I frowned slightly as I raised an eyebrow up.
"Uh, yeah? It's nothing new." I say as matter of factly and he then leaned over me to look at the remote in my hands.
"Does it call a robot butler or something?" I giggled and shake my head at him, putting the controller back at the side of the cushion, I then grabbed another one and I pressed play so that the music player would start letting the music fill the room subtly. I chose Elton John so that it would be calmer before the movie. He scrunched his nose at the music choice and gulped a bit of his beer. My eyes widened slightly.
"Are you disliking my music choice?" I asked him and he chuckled under his breath.
"A little bit. It's okay though." He said as he took another bite of the empanada. "These are great, I don't know how I lived without knowing these before." I chuckled and sighed.
"But they will never be Laura's." I reminded him and he looked at me with a gentle smile on his face, showing his dimples, ever so slightly, enough to make my heart skip a beat.
"But they're yours." And that made me blush a little bit, making me notice my nervousness once more. I cleared my throat and pointed at the VHS.
"I got Steve to help me out with the movie selection. We have The Shining, Pretty In Pink, or..." I squinted as I tried looking at the cassette case but it had no label on. "I actually don't know what the hell is that."
"Absolutely that one." He says with a smile and I shake my head.
"No, what if it's a porn movie?" I say outloud and he shrugs and smirks at me, making my insides turn once more.
"Then it's educational." I blush at this and shake my head at him, slowly getting up from my place.
"You're impossible Munson." I walk over to the device and grab the case, opening it and see that the cassette inside has no label as well. I shrug and put it inside the VHS and walk back towards my cushion. I grab the controller from the side of my couch and press play. The image is black and I realize it's a recording. I frowned slightly because I never saw this before.
This room is my dad's sacred place; he is the only one that comes in here sometimes. I don't need to watch a movie in a place this big, so I never had the need to enter here before. I blink as the frown in my forehead stays in place, as I see the image start appearing. The one holding the camera is my dad.
"Y/N! Look here! Here princess!" And there I was, about six years old. I blinked, trying to remember that day, but I couldn't. I was laughing, smiling as I bounced up and down with my pink dress on and two pigtails. "Don't tell your mother about this okay? It'll be our little secret." I nodded at him and he finally raised the recorder up and I felt my eyes burn as the lump in my throat started appearing. I covered my mouth as I saw the abandoned karting park, but in the video, it was functional, with people. I felt my hand being grabbed and I looked down to it to then back at Eddie who had a worried frown in his face. I looked back towards the screen and the image cut to my father cheering me on as I rode my karting.
"YEAH PRINCESS, KILL THAT KID!" I heard him yell and I laughed at his enthusiasm. He was yelling for me, as I kept driving, and I waved at him every now and then. I tightened my grip on Eddie's hand and I pressed stop to the VHS. I looked down as I processed everything in my head. Why was this here?
"You okay?" I heard him ask and I nodded at him slightly. "You never saw this before?" I shook my head at him this time and I looked up at him. There was conflict in my stomach and my brain. I always thought both my parents hated me, but this here... My father. When did I start walking away from him?
"I... I didn't know he kept something like that." I said outloud as I gulped the lump in my throat. He rubbed my hand with his thumb gently as he inspected my face.
"Now you know where your love for cars came from." He said with a smile and I smiled back at him. I am glad Eddie is here with me, at this very moment. I probably would have never even watched two seconds of that video before because my past was nothing to look back into. But for some reason, I didn't mind anymore. I didn't care about my past, my parents, my today... I cleared my throat and nodded.
"Yeah... I always watched the Italy tournaments with him. Sometimes he would come home, unexpectedly at the same time the races would start. He always said he was let off early..." I looked down into the can and realization started to hit me slowly like a slap on the face. He came early so that he could spend that small time with me. He always did.
"Why did your relationship change so much?" He asked and I looked at him. I could sense the nervousness in the question, because he was getting into my life, deeply. I shook my head at him slightly.
"I... I was 8. My father had just been named CEO of the company, while my mother's designs were taking flight, but she was almost never home before that really... My father though, he was, and then his job became time consuming. He became irritable. My father then started pestering me about joining his firm, and when my mother found out about that, well... Now she wants me too." I say to him as I look back at the frozen picture of myself in the karting, waving at the camera.
"And what are you going to do?" He asked me and squeezes my hand gently. I can feel the sweetness in his voice, making my heart warm up instantly.
"Chicago University. We'll see... I really want to open up my own Car modification shop..." I confess to him with a smile on my face and he scooted even closer, listening to me with a surprised look on his face. I looked at him and chuckled at his face. "Don't look at me like that!"
"I'm just admiring you... Really." He says to me and I end up stunned at that. He smiles widely at me, showing his teeth and dimples. "I think you have to do what your heart says... You'll be 18 when you graduate, they can't force you to do anything." He says to me and I shake my head at that resolution.
"They can cut me off..." I say to him and he shrugs and frowns slightly.
"So? Money can be made. You can save little by little, and even if it takes you 20 years, you'll reach it someday." He says with a smile and I am mesmerized by him. How can this person care for me the way he does? After everything I've done to him. After every year of constant bullying and malice. How can he forgive me just like that?
"That is the smartest thing I've heard you say Munson." I say to him and he rips his hand away from me, crossing his arms, acting offended with a frown in his face and I just want to laugh at his childishness.
"I'm being sentimental, and you ruined it darling." He says with almost a whimper and I shake my head at him with a smile on my face.
"Oh Dungeon Master, please forgive me for my disrespectful behavior." I giggled but I heard no laugh from him at all.
"Did you just call me Dungeon Master?" He asked and I looked at him and his eyes were slightly widened and I blinked trying to understand the reaction.
"Are you not?" I asked him, sort of nervous that I just crossed a boundary I wasn't supposed to. He grabbed the can of beer and gave it a chug before answering.
"Yeah, I am... Talking about DnD..." He scooted closer to me again with a smile on his face and my eyes slightly widened at this. "Ya gonna let me teach you?" He asked as he bit his finger gently, waiting for my response. I frowned with a confused look on my face and furiously shook my head. "Okay, no need to be so rude about it!" He says and slumps back into the couch.
"It was just luck! Let it go Eds." The names just keep slipping out of my mouth today. I know he twitched slightly at the nickname but I was trying to change up the Munson I always use to call him with.
"Fine... One last question." He says and I look at him after rolling my eyes. He smirks at me and I raise an eyebrow at him. "Would your parents like me?" He asks and I scoffed at him.
"You met my mother already, did she like you?" He laughed at this and shook his head.
"At least lie to me!" He demands and I laugh at his order as I feel the tension leave my shoulders completely.
"Fine! They would adore you. They would let you ask for my hand and all." I say as I take a sip of my beer and the slight image of walking down an aisle popped in my brain. I heard him chuckle as he grabbed another empanada and I kept looking at the can. There had always been that question in my head and he seemed to notice the frown in my face.
"Ask away." I looked at him with widened eyes. Mary Poppins. Three headed dog. Macarena. "You just look like you have a question!" Ah, he didn't read my mind.
"I was... Just wondering..." I shifted slightly on my couch, nervousness at the tip of my fingertips, tapping onto the can for comfort. "I... don't know anything about your family." I say to him and I honestly just know that Eddie's father is in jail. He licked his lips and shifted as well, uncomfortable and I shook my head desperately, panic setting in. "Forget it, you don't—" I tried stopping him but he started talking again.
"My mother left me when I was a baby. My dad took me in, abusive, alcoholic, drug dealer... all that crap. He is in jail not only because of the dealing but... because he wasn't human. He sold to people that obviously were abusive on drugs, and it led them to overdose..." He began saying and I licked my lips, looking down. Shit, this is way darker than I thought. "Gladly, my uncle Wayne took me in, taught me about life and all but... I'm in the drug dealing business too now, figured it was easy money." I saw him play with his ring fingers and it was my turn to place my hand on top of his now, making him look up to me again.
"And even after all that, you grew up to be so good Eddie... There's no evil in you. You might be hard headed sometimes, but... it doesn't make you a bad person. Whatever you do, it's with conscience, and you're careful about it... And it's not dangerous either." I said to him and he was just staring at me, slightly surprised at my words. Months ago, I wouldn't have thought I would be saying those things to The Freak of the school, the druggie as everyone called when he only sold and did Marijuana.
He leaned onto the arm rest of the couch, getting closer to me and my heart started racing wildly in my chest. He raised his hand up to touch my cheek gently, putting my hair behind my ear as he leaned forward towards me. His brown eyes were looking straight into mine, and I leaned in as well, helping in coming closer to him. He whispered gently in between us.
"You're dangerous sweetheart..." I heard him say and it reminded me of that time we were at his trailer's steps, and we were about to kiss. He said the exact same thing. I don't know what it could mean, but he doesn't say it in a bad way, I can feel it.
"And you're poison Munson..." I say to him and it seems I ignited something in him because he fixed himself on the couch, turning completely towards me, pulling my face towards him to finally close our distance, giving me a soft kiss on the lips. He was poison, and I loved it. I don't know if Munson was corrupting me or saving me. But I know this is not a simple friend with benefits thing any longer. This is more than that.
And I can't wait to find out what it is.
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End of chapter 37
A/N: Next chapter, prepare yourselvessssssssssssssssssssssss