just another day. || eddie munson || COMPLETE

o6 || delilah

"Way more than okay, Munson," She said with a laugh before rolling her head back. "You're my hero, you know that? I was having such a shit day," She spoke lightly, especially the last part. She didn't come here to cry about her daddy issues to a practical stranger. She came here to do drugs and watch a horror movie and maybe, just maybe, flirt with the freak of Hawkins High.

"I'm sorry to hear that," He spoke kindly before clearing his throat, "Dustin giving you shit?" He asked, wondering how the sibling rivalry was between the two of them.

"We just have this thing called a uh . . . deadbeat dad who is making empty promises," She couldn't believe she had just casually talked about her dad to Eddie like that. She felt comfortable around him though. At ease, "And if I can be totally honest with you, I don't really give a shit what he tries to do. I'm used to the disappointment. But Dustin . . . " She trailed off, her brows bending into concern. "I can't really take seeing him hurt again."

Her silence drifted between the two before Eddie spoke up, breaking it, "I get it ya know? The deadbeat dad part. I never understood how someone could leave their life like that. Leave their kids. But what do I know? I couldn't even make it past senior year and you!" He said, lightly nudging her arm with his elbow, "Delilah Henderson graduated and even went to college!" He made a small couple of claps with his hands, making Delilah smile. He seemed to do that a lot.

"Yeah! Before I partied too much and got kicked out," She chuckled, but it stung her that she couldn't make it out of Hawkins. She felt like a failure, but she was trying not to let her mind go there.

"You? A party animal? Never!" He joked, nudging her yet again. "Your party the other night was pretty fun though."

She snorted before shaking her head, "Can I be honest with you again?" She asked, matching eyes with him and momentarily getting lost in his deep, dark brown eyes. He nodded slowly, staring into her own hazel orbs, "I get so tired of those people. The hierarchy of Hawkins High, what a joke." She scoffed before shaking her head, "I feel like I only tolerated them for . . . well, for one of my friends."

"Billy?" Hearing his name sent a twinge of pain to her heart. Just the sound of him made her heart hurt and her head swirl with confusion. A mall fire they said. A fucking mall fire.

"I'm sorry if he ever picked on you," She said, feeling responsible for his boisterous behavior.

"Just a couple hundred times," He smiled before shaking his head, "I've never gotten on well with the popular crowd. Except for the basketball team, I think I'm really wearing them down." He chuckled before shaking his head. The sunlight peeked in from his window as it began it's setting process. "You never picked on me though." She felt his hand slide over top of hers and her face immediately flushed.

"What? I need to play catch up then," She joked, leaning her head back on the bed frame once again, "Your hand . . . is like, really soft."

He quickly removed it from her own, clearing his throat and Delilah wondered what she had said that made him uncomfortable. "Are you kidding me? With all the calluses from playing the princess and dice rolls, these are a man's hands let me tell you," He said, sarcasm dripping off of every syllable.

"I'm serious!" She giggled before snatching his hand back into hers, "You too fucked up to play me a song?" She asked, making direct eye contact with him.

He started nodding his head before he realized what he was doing and then quickly began shaking his head, "No, I'm not too fucked up. What do you want to hear?"

He got up from the spot he had been sitting in, but pulled her up with him. She followed where he led her which was simply to his bed. She took a spot on the edge, watching as he picked up what he so lovingly referred to as the princess. He sat on his small amp before he began tuning up his guitar. She thought long and hard about what song she would want to hear him play. A million ran through her head but she settled on one that she really loved.

"Do you know Boys Don't Cry by The Cure?" She asked, hoping it was one the metal head would recognize.

"Sure, I think I know that one," He said, beginning to strum some chords on his guitar, "I don't know all the words though, so you'll have to help me with that." Delilah was so thankful she was tripping so hard or she never would have gone for that.

As he began to strum the first notes of the song, Delilah felt her heart flutter as she watched his fingers change on each fret for each different chord. When it came time for her to sing, she couldn't help but giggle, forgetting the words for only a moment before she began to sing, "I would say I'm sorry if I thought that it would change your mind," She sang just a hair off key, she wasn't the world's best singer but she enjoyed it nonetheless. "But I know that this time, I've said too much, been too unkind," She continued to sing until the chorus when he joined in as well. She had never sang in front of someone so seriously like he did. His voice was surprisingly soft and only held a little bit of an edge to it. He honestly wasn't bad. Especially since he was used to singing metal.

The song came to an end and Delilah felt totally at peace with the moment. The feeling of his soft comforter between her fingers and the sound of his princess jamming into her mind. Everything felt okay for a minute. She had practically forgotten about the birthday card and the mention of her former friend. She leaned back on the mattress, her legs dangling off the edge before she swatted the empty spot next to her, indicating him to sit down beside her. He followed in suit, after setting down his guitar and placing a soft kiss to his fingertips before running them along the fretboard of the guitar. He laid down beside her, allowing his legs to hang off the edge as well.

"I honestly can't believe that I'm laying in bed with Delilah Henderson," He spoke, sounding like a thought he didn't mean to say out loud, but she would be lying if she said she wasn't glad that he did.

"The feeling is mutual, Munson," She giggled before scooting a hair closer to him. She watched the ceiling swirl and twirl ever so gently. Still feeling the effects of the shrooms. "This is nice though . . . I needed this." She spoke softly, her hand reaching down for his once again. She felt so juvenile, holding hands with a cute boy and getting the infamous butterflies in the stomach feeling. As she turned her head to look at him, he did the same with her. She squeezed his hand gently as she got lost in his eyes. She couldn't help but notice a slight twinge of pink flustering his cheeks. "Do I make you nervous?" She asked, her voice acquiring the same sultry tone she had used when she had requested he come swimming with her.

"No," He began nodding his head up and down, despite giving no for an answer. "This isn't a joke, is it?" He asked, squeezing onto her hand with a little more applied pressure than she had with him.

"A joke?" She asked, slightly confused at his question.

"Yeah like . . . no one put you up to this, did they?"

She was quick to shake her head at him before cozying up to his side. "I would never do something like that." After that, the two wound up passing out on the edge of the bed, holding hands and nuzzled up against one another.

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author's note; this chapter is so fluffy for me, but oh so adorable. I hope you all felt the same. Be sure to leave comments on stuff you like, or don't and feel free to drop a star. Thanks everyone for reading!