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strangerhottotties · 2 years

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Grease and Grunge Prolouge - E.M. and B.H.

Series Summary: Nancy convinces your friends to be camp counselors for the summer. It goes sideways when you discover both Billy Harsgroove and Eddie Munson are there too... and they're both set on screwing your brains out this summer.

Episode Summary: You just can't seem to wake up from this nightmare of the boy who's been harassing you all semester. Also you need to find a summer job and you partner up with Eddie Munson on your final project of the year.

Warnings for this chapter: tw:period blood, nightmare with Billy, Billy harassing the reader, trapped in a dream, dom!Billy, praise kink, reader's parents are strict, dirty talk, nipple play. Reader's mom not being the nicest, everyone lowkey bullies Steve. No character deaths!

Rating: Explicit, 18+, MDNI

Author's note: oh. yeah. starting heavy, i know. There are a lot of themes involving strict parents and guilt/shame based behavior. I'm laying some ground work for the camp story I promise! There will be camp counselors!

Tap. Tap. Tap.

That's what rouses you from sleep. You're too foggy at first to open your eyes. Your eyelids are too heavy.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

It's slow. Taunting. Your breath involuntarily gets fuller. You suck it in through your nose sharply, your lungs expanding like they haven't for hours. The stretch to your ribcage burns and satisfies all at once and your mind tries to catch up with your body.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The muffled call of your name really is the trick that has your eyes fluttering open. With a sleepy noise falling from your lips, you wet your dry mouth and lift your head to see what disturbed your heavy sleep.

Nothing seems out of place, you decide after a moment. But your still under the fog of your dreams. They taunt you with sweet whisper of someone's cologne and cigarettes.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The window. Something's tapping the glass, your realize and your head lolls toward it. It's a confusing site, one that doesn't alarm you in the way it should, only enough for you to push yourself up, blankets slipping down from the warmth of your cocoon.

You swallow thickly because it almost looks as if Billy Harsgrove is outside your window. The call to reality is slow and dizzying, but his pearly smile and hooded blue eyes are unmistakable.

His lips move around your name like he's dangling it out of his mouth. "Won't you open up?" You make out through the muffle of the glass. And then he lifts his finger, palm raised up as his knuckle tap, tap, taps the glass like before.

Your feet move on their own accord, too confused and curious to see why Billy was crouched on the roof of the porch, right outside your bedroom window. His eyes glitter as your toes meet the 'Oasis Blue' shag carpet your mom let you pick out at ten.

Robin liked to make fun of you for it. It was the bane of your sleepover-existence, thinking back on how you'd begged your mom because it would make you so cool even though it completely clashed with the ombre, 70's wall paper at the complete opposite of the color spectrum.

Sometimes you'd let the intrusive thoughts take over and you pick at the wall paper despite knowing how terribly wrong it was to do. Despite imagining your mother's reaction to you destroying it. Your dad had never installed wallpaper before in his life and the edges bubbled and didn't quiet line up, leaving little imperfections.

Sometimes with little imperfections, they nag the back of you mind. They itch. So you itch them back and it's just so satisfying. It calls to you. It sings so high pitched, like ringing in your ears and you just have to pick. Only the rip of paper, so quiet, drowns it under a tidal wave.

You step back, realizing you only stoked the fire, more shame climbing up your throat with an acidic taste in your mouth.

Because you really, really shouldn't have. Because it was wrong.

So you took to hanging up band posters and faded album covers for warped records. Patching over the little itches like bandaids.

It feels like floating as you move to the window. Limbs heavy and tired still as you reach to open it. The screen to the window has been discarded against the asphalt shingles.

When Billy leans close, you lean back, plopping backwards onto your ass with uncoordinated movements. "Atta girl," he hums. His hand leans him through the windowframe and when he's ducks through he towers above where you're currently seated on the floor.

"This doesn't make any sense," you insist quietly, voice thick with sleep still. His chuckle accompanies the sound of crickets as the humid chill of late spring night brings in the scent of rain.

"Why not?" He asks, grinning. His eyes cold and empty. Dead.

You gulp when he slowly moves his boot between your thighs and begin scooting slowly across the carpet.

"Because your..." you crackle out but lose the word to the fog of reality.

His eyebrow lifts as he moves with you, listening to the lack of your response. The silence continues too long. "Don't be shy now," he repeats like he did in Spanish II this morning. The whisper chilling you to the bone, "You're gonna be good girl, right?" The burning cold of his gaze digs at your bones. Some of his curls are falling forward.

Your back meets the bed. Billy kneels in front of you.

The Beatles album cover is fluttering like water on the wall.

This is a dream. Holy shit! This was a fucking dream!

"Because you're not here Billy!" You expect him to vanish. To fade into consciousness. You expect him to become a shadowy monster in the next moment to come eat you.

You don't expect him to chuckle at you. "But you're not going to wake up until I say to, good girl. I'm gonna give you exactly what you need," he purrs out to you. Humming like a big panther. His big panther paw gathers your cheeks in his fingers. "Isn't that right?"

You nod shakily in his hold. Terror makes you tremble as your dragged upward and pushed back onto your bed.

"I wanna wake up!"

Amusement twinkles in his eyes from above you. In the darkness he peels his jacket off. The leather glitters as he reveals the bright red of his shirt.

"Oh, I know you do, sweet girl." He leans over you slowly, his lips parting for you to see him bite his tongue like he was rolling a toothpick in his mouth. "What did I say today to make you wanna touch yourself so bad tonight?"

You pant beneath Billy as he slides his hands under you thighs and around. You moan when you get pulled into him roughly meeting his groin. The feeling makes you aware of the wetness between your thighs.

"Lemme guess?" He says, minty breath fluttering over you both. "Was it me telling you that I get this dirty little fantasy about you? About what a good, good girl you are? About how hot it is to make you feel bad," he hums, his eyes almost glowing blue.

"Look how lax you are in my hold, bet you want it bad." He scoffs loudly down at you. "Or was it how you have this fantasy about me?" He demands. "About how dirty I make you feel?"

"Not... not real. This is a dream, just a dream."

"Or is it this one?" He demands, drawing up your shirt. "One where I put your fucking tits in my mouth." You gasp when he pushes up your shirt up over your shoulder. The fabric pulls across your neck but you twist to look down and watch. His eyes glitter and you watch his mouth open, tongue sliding out of his mouth and he seals his lips around your nipple to suck. You can feel it, despite this being a dream. The warm welcome of his tongue laving over your nipple is too much.

"Oh, fuck, Billy," you gasp when his chuckle vibrates you breast.

"What a good, good girl. Good girls get rewarded, baby, don't they?" When his eyes flutter up to yours, he grins something dark and malicious. Then he's back on you, his teeth sink in and you moan loudly, accidently rocking your hips into him. A pleased purr rolls around your nipple and Dream Billy rocks back into you. His mouth releases your breast and lets it bounce. "Now you can wake up." He winks when he looks up at you.

Your alarm ringing has you jerking out of bed with a thumbing heart. You slam a hand down blindly to find the button until you hit it quickly. Trying to recover from that freakish nightmare, you can still feel the teeth scraping over your skin. What did Robin say about sex dreams? Some cultures believed they were demons?

Then there's a stickiness to your thighs that feels odd when you shift in the sweltering bundle of sheets. And oh shit! You jerk up and wrench the blankets off your sweaty form. The obvious dark stain easily lit by the morning sun painting the sky a gorgeous lilac.

A horny period dream. Great. And you were prepared to enjoy the sunrise without an early cycle.

You're morning was a clash of fantasy and disappointing reality. You step into the shower and reflect under the water with the burning shame that came with the fucked-up dream you just had.

The first time you met Billy was in Spanish II at the beginning of the semester. He got assigned to sit directly behind you. The good girl certainly knew who he was. Reputation of perfection was truly false, however. The only mark on his record it seemed, was the fact that he was such a pretty boy that girls flocked to him. Women too.

Your idea that he might be secretly nice was blown to bits shortly after meeting. Little mouse, he'd called you. It confused you at first. And then the torture began and you realized it had nothing to do with how you looked and everything to do with him being the big, hungry panther. He was playing with what he wanted to eat. You knew the moment it truly began, having replayed it in your head a thousand times.

You were partners for a project. Assigned. He hadn't wanted to participate and you were nearly pulling your hair in frustration as he watched you. Not just walked, evaluated you as prey. Tilting his head, poking and prodding you metaphorically. You had no idea that every response you had was only fueling his desire to torment you. "You're real cute," he'd finally rumbled, making you flush and ignore him.

"Can we please just focus on these conjugations?" You whine quietly, not wanting to escalate him.

It was his vicious smile that caught your attention as he slowly leaned in across the table towards you. "I bet a good girl like you gets even cuter when you're stuffed full of someone's fingers, don't you?"

Ding, Ding, Ding.

He hit the fucking bullseye with getting under your skin, that much was obvious when you turned cherry red and tried to bury yourself in your textbook.

You got paired with him all the time to this day, despite you pleading with the teacher to move your seat away from him. And as much as you wanted to lose your patience with him, you would breathe through it and continue on. Being paired with projects with him was horrible. He was pushy and purposefully annoying. Always running his mouth with a whip of his tongue. That tongue.

He said the dirtiest things. You'd had vague sex dreams before but you'd never been trapped in one. The chill of it still clung to the edges of your mind.

There were more important things to do today than digest your psyche. Like find a summer job. Yes, that was it.

"Mom?" You call, shuffling into the kitchen, snagging one of the green apples out of the bowl of bruised fruit.

"In the basement!" She calls. Ah. She was doing laundry.

"I'll do my own laundry when I get home!"

"What?" She calls but you hear her footsteps approach. "I don't like how you do the laundry," she responds.

"Well," you start uncomfortably, "I got my period early and I woke up-" your mom heaves a sigh, easily silencing you.

"Have you rinsed the blood out yet?"

"Not yet, I just showered," you reply meekly.

"You need to rinse it out a soon as possible with cold water or it'll ruin those sheets. Hurry up so you're not late to school. I'll wash them." She grumbles and walks away, leaving you mulling it over at the top of the steps before pushing the apple back into the bowl on the counter and heading to go get your sheets, trying to let it roll and not sour your mood.

Another deep breath and you head upstairs to pull the sheets off and head into the shower to rinse them. You set them by the washer in the basement before heading upstairs to dress for school.

"Do you have all your homework done?" She questions.

"Yeah, and the extra credit for Franklin's class too."

She sends you a smile that makes your stomach a little sick, only because you know what her next words are going to be as she tucks some of your hair behind your ear.

"Ah," you breathe, "that's my good girl."

"Thanks, mom. For the sheets too." She nods.

"Off to school, now."

It's a exactly point seven miles to Robin's house. It only takes about fifteen minutes to stroll down to her house. Once you'd made it there in seven minutes and thirty four seconds.

Today as you approach, she's already perched in shorts and a sweatshirt on the damp brick railing of her porch. "Hey, loser!" She calls. You smile and wave up at her.

"Hey, nerd!" You giggle back and drop your bag beside you as you drop onto the top step.

"Dude, you look like the walking dead," she grunts out. "Did you do anything other than study last night?"

"Not really. Ever since I got that 'B' in Spanish II my mom's been riding my ass. On top of that I woke up in a puddle of my own blood this morning. Totally soaked down to the mattress." You sigh out.

"Shit, bad morning then."

"Yeah, do you got any asprin?"

"Yeah. Here," she goes digging through her bag quickly.

"Then when I told my mom, she got kinda mad."

"Seriously? Why? Not like you could help it." You let her shake a couple into your hand as you toss them back, wrinkling your nose at the nasty taste.

"Not like, mad, mad. Just like, sighing and rolling her eyes 'n' stuff. I think she's just, like, stressed out lately. My dad's been pulling double shifts again."

"Your dad's always pulling double shifts." You shrug, glancing out at the yard.

"Can I borrow your paper?" You ask.

"Knock yourself out." Climbing to your feet you throw your next words over your shoulder.

"Worst part, I got one of those weird dirty period dreams last night about Billy." She gags dramatically as you scoop the waxy sheets out of the wet grass and shake excess off it.

"Ew!"

"You're telling me! I was trapped in a dream with him. I'm totally just blaming hormones." When you are sitting beside her, you focus on flipping through it to find the help wanted section. "Can't wait to graduate next month," you whine.

"What with that 'B'? There's no way your eligible to graduate!" She teases with exaggerated shock. It works though, a smile cracking on your face. "What are you looking for anyway?"

"A summer job, I don't know that I'll be able to stand another summer filled with summer reading. I want to go out. Do things. Maybe kiss someone."

"Just kiss?" You pass your friend an amused smile and shrug as the familiar rumble of Steve's BMW approached.

"Maybe get really dirty with it and hold hands. Oh! There you are!" You shake the page loose.

"Good morning, ladies!"

"Morning, Steve!" You call, climbing in behind Robin as you fold your stolen newspaper sheet down and buckle up.

"You know I can pick you up from your house, right? You don't actually have to walk down every morning."

"No offense, Steve, but my mom would kill me if she saw me climb into a boy's car. Even if Robin was there." Steve's nods and goes to shift gears.

"So, is that what you did with Billy in your dirty dream? Hold hands?" She jokes and Steve whips away from the shifter.

"Ew! You had a wet dream about Billy?"

"Robin!"

"What! It's Steve!"

"Yeah, don't be stingy, give us the deets!" You groan, head lolling back. "I will not drive until we hear about this wet dream." You knew Steve could be petty.

"Fine! He bit my nipple!"

"WWWWHAAAT!?" Robin cackles with that and Steve blinks wildly, confused.

"HE CAME IN TO MY WINDOW AND HE BIT MY FUCKIN' NIPPLE! WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME! I WAS TRYING TO WAKE THE HELL UP, DUDE!"

"That was your dirty dream? Billy biting your nipple?"

"What do you want from me, Harington? He talked dirty and then right before I woke up he told me it was time to wake up and my alarm went off."

"Just not as... dirty as I expected." You flush, if only he'd seen it himself...

"A classic horny period dream," Robin chuckles as she calms down.

"What?" Steve demands, more confused. "Those are two considerations."

"We work in a video store. You know classic and horny go together all the time!"

"No, no, no, not that!" He groans out, actually moving into gear now. "Girls are so not horny on their periods."

"Definitely not true," Robin replies, and you both stare at him.

"It's like not possible, right? Right?"

"It's a hormonal reaction, man! What are you talking about? Are you listening to you?"

"Steve," you start, leaning forward. "It happens, it's just... messy."

"So then... period sex is supposed to be good?"

"I hear it can help with the cramps actually."

"But be careful," you advise, "everything is extra sensitive, so go slow and gentle."

"Oh yeah! It can hurt otherwise." Steve's eyes are huge as he takes in the road before him.

"Why do girls always use the excuse of their periods than?" He asks after a long moment.

"Cause you feel bloated and gross and most guy don't want to dive dick first into a cavern of blood and clots." Steve tries to hide his gag at what Robin says and then nods furiously.

"You know, I thought hanging out with girls I'd hear about more gossip and feelings! Not this can we change the topic? Please?" You and Robin both laugh at him.

"Sure. What did you raid our morning paper for?"

"I need a summer job."

"Uh, family video?" Steve offers.

"No thanks." Robin gives you a half hearted gasp of offense. "How many times have you been asked by some creep what you'd recommend from the adult section?"

"Twice this week. Point taken." Both of them seem to be appeased by you response.

"The pools always hiring."

"Billy works there," Robin reminds.

"Perfect, maybe he can bite her nipple."

"Aw, c'mon," you whine when Robin bursts into side splitting laughter. "Whatever," you grumble as Steve grins at you in his rear view mirror. You send him a half glare back and rest against the window.

When the bell to announce the beginning of third hour began, disappointment welled in your gut. It was caused by the empty seat one row over, two seats forward. Not even Robin understood why Mr. Franklin's Creative Writing class was your favorite. She'd just assumed you liked the short stories and poetry.

In all actuality, it was Eddie Munson.

The metalhead with no filter was never phased by any sort of attention. He truly let his freak flag fly with zero regrets, bulldozing his own path despite anyone else's opinion in mind. Something you'd never been able to pull off. It was a freedom you admired with a great passion.

Particularly this was your favorite because when he did participate, he was absolutely amazing. Concocting well thought out, adventurous tales with dragons and orcs. Epic ballads or even tragic poems. Truly, it was amazing.

You'd been looking forward to listening to his animated retelling of today's assignment. The extra-credit you knew he'd gravitate to despite it being announced last week that he was going to graduate with you next month. His final attempt before they wouldn't allow him to get his diploma.

"Alright, everyone settle, we're going to get started," Mr. Franklin calls. Next to you Tommy Hagan and Tammy Thompson are still giggling and you're too irritated to find any of it cute. "Tommy," the directness of his voice silences the room. "Take Eddie's seat for the day." That sinks disappointment straight down into your belly. Like that was the finalization. An acknowledgement that today's creative writing class would be boring and a little lonelier. Even if you never actually spoke to Eddie Munson.

Tommy rolls his eyes and moves up to the front of the room to sit beside the desk.

"If anyone has there extra-credit where they were asked to write horror story, you can bring it up and set it on my desk so I can grade it." You reach into your bag, dragging out the three back to back pages of your store on notebook paper. You'd already peeled the edges and stapled the corner before you fell asleep last night.

The shriek of sneakers on the wax floors in the hallway has everyone glancing at the door. You suppress to your relief, when Eddie flies through the door, panting. His long hair billows behind him as he struts in and holds it up a stack of notebook paper. It's crumpled and messy. From here you can spot something on the edges of the paper.

"Sorry, I'm late," he laughs, grinning at the teacher.

"It's alright, good to have you today, Eddie." The one sentence makes Eddie beam. "Drop it on my desk, I can't wait to read it." The metalhead is quick to drop it on his desk before moving back up the isle to the only open desk beside you.

You try to ignore the tightening in your chest as he struts. The chain on his pants bouncing with his gait. When he drops into the seat next to you, he passes you a heart stopping smile and you can't help but pass one back, cheeks flushing.

"Hi," he offers as the teacher begins to write today's topic on the board in chalk. Knowing he was probably only talking to you since Steve and Robin both bought their weed off him and recently started to hang out with him. You'd heard them talk about how cool he actually was, despite the drug dealing.

"Hi," you squeak back quietly.

"You did the extra credit too?" He asks, eyes bright. You nod, climbing to your feet and moving to set it on the desk as well. When you sit, the lecture starts, and all conversation is stifled.

The two of you spend the next twenty minutes stealing glances at each other as the lesson is filled. It's halfway through class that you get to experience Eddie surprising you again.

"I need everyone to find a partner and Tommy and Tammy, I will assign partners for you. This is going to be the last assignment this year. It's going to count as your final so take it seriously! You've got sixty seconds, go." The room erupts with excitement and the metalhead turns to you.

"Do you want to be partners?" He asks, eyes glittering. It nearly steals the breath right out of you, and it really shouldn't flatter you the way it does. You don't mean to sound so breathy when you laugh at yourself quietly.

"Uh, yeah, sure," you agree with the surrounding squeals of metal tables and chairs shifting. You find yourself looking away under the intensity of his dark gaze.

"Fuckin' awesome!" He pushes his desk up beside yours and eagerly follows with his chair.

"What did you write?" You ask, catching his attention but the extended silence between you makes you realize it wasn't specific enough. You wince mildly and try a second time... a little worse than before. "I mean... the, um-" you gesture with you pen towards Mr. Franklin's desk.

"Oh? The extra credit?" He grins.

"Yes," you breath in relief and decide today: you're going to be bold. "I, um, have to admit," you laugh shakily at yourself, feeling ridiculous and lame, "I'm a little disappointed I didn't get to hear it." You don't expect the shocked look on his face.

You nearly regret saying anything as he seems to stop working for a moment, frozen. He starts to rise in his seat but he's grabbing the front of it and turning both himself and the plastic towards you fully, caging you in between his long legs.

"Oh, now I gotta hear why you are disappointed. That has to be remedied." His eyes are completely full of life and it threatens to suck your soul out with it. You could get lost in them.

"A horror story? Isn't that right up your alley?" You don't miss the way he bites his lip. "You're a really good story teller," you promise, "I suppose I was waiting for your masterpiece." You're surprised by the pink flushing of his cheeks and his delighted laughter.

"Tell you what," he hums, leaning Iin just inches from your face, forcing you to look him in the eye as your heart wants to tear right out of your chest, "as soon as Franklin grades it, I'll give you your very own reading of Eddie Munson's Horror Extravaganza."

You try to suppress your smile and fail miserably. His excitement is just too cute. "Really?" You manage, accidently squeaking in the process.

Eddie's eyebrows shoot up and he presses one of his ringed fingers across his mouth. It takes him a second to respond as he dramatically sinks himself against the side of his desk. It's his eyelids flutter and those dark eyes rolling back into his head that you get caught up by. You're completely unaware of how wild that one word was driving him insane. You could ask him anything in that tone of voice and he'd absolutely crumble.

"Abso-fucking-lutely," he groans out, "just be prepared for a bloody, gorey mess."

Seemed to be a common theme for you today. Your finger, blindly scratches through your hair.

"Okay, has everyone found their partners? Alright, let's go over the final project! I'm passing out the rubric..." you spend the rest of class too focused on the earthy smells that Eddie radiates to really listen to the teacher. Especially after he takes off his jacket and exposes the bat tattoos decorating his forearm close enough for you to touch.

You spend what feels like forever hyper aware of his presence right beside you, jumping a bit when his foot bumps yours. "Sorry," he whispers.

"It's fine," you whisper back. And then his foot stays and you can feel heat creeping up the back of your neck like you were under the midsummer sun.

You forget that your not supposed to pick at the wallpaper. Biting your lip, you shift minutely. Your foot lifts just a bit you just needed a little friction. Just a touch. Eddie's breath hitches beside you as your foot skims across the top of his and stops on the inside of his foot, tangling your ankles.

When his breath hitches, there's just this... quiet little idea that rattles in the back of your mind. What would he sound like saying all those dirty things Billy always did?

He'd be unabashedly loud, wouldn't he? Like he always was. You tried to imagine his voice instead. Hard to focus on anything when this was the sound of tearing wallpaper, drowning everything else out. You could feel the heat of his skin as he rubbed his leg against yours, riding his pant leg up you can feel his coarse leg hair against your skin.

The shame crashes over you in a hot wave when the bell rings, reminding you that good girls didn't play footsie with hot, tattooed metalheads in class. You snap to your feet.

"Maybe we can work on this project Friday night. I should have the extra-credit back by then. My place?" Eddie asks in a cavalier manner, and you can't meet his eyes with all of the mortification.

"Lunch," you squeak meekly, "find me at lunch and we can figure it out." And your rushing from the room without a second glance to look at him. It was half way down the hall that you came to a full stop and want to cry because of a single realization.

Did Eddie Munson just ask you out?

Eddie was no where to be found an hour later. And hour after you'd barely been able to keep up in physics with all the back and forth in your head.

After scanning the cafeteria twice, you make your way to your normal table, nervousness rising in your belly. Your mildly relieved when you see Steve and Robin chatting at their normal spot. You waste no time in dropping your lunch box down beside them and grabbing Steve's arm.

His eyes widen at you. "Well, hello to you, too."

"I need you're guy's help. Now."

Robin and Steve both shoot to their feet, collecting their trays. "How about outside today?" Robin asks and you can only nod quickly. They herd you toward the doors that lead to the picnic benches - Steve following behind and Robin in front as you all head towards the wet tables.

It must have rained during class, which is fantastic because now there's no one to over hear this.

"What's wrong?" Steve asks as soon as the doors shut behind you guys.

"I think...Eddie Munson might have asked me out?"

"Dude! What!?" Robin gasps. "What'd you say?"

"I'm not surprised." Steve hum. You freeze in your steps to face him.

"Why?" You ask him quietly.

Steve shrugs like it's not a big deal. "He's asked about you before is all." Robin punches his shoulder for you. "Ow! What?"

"Well what did he ask about, Steve!" Steve rolls his eyes.

"Like basic shit!"

"Like what?" She presses. "We need specifics!"

"Like if we were friends! Like if you were cool!"

"And?" You ask.

"And what? And are you!?" Steve gasps, flabbergasted. You nod once, staring up at him. "I told him, yeah. Of course your cool, now can we eat? I'm starving!"

"Okay," you sigh and you all move to sit in the cold wet patches on the table.

"So what exactly makes you think he asked you out?" Robin insists as you all sit but the door to the cafeteria is thrown open and Nancy and Barb come out with their lunches.

"There you guys are! We've been looking everywhere for you!" Nancy calls, there's frantic waving from your best friend as the two of them approach.

"No Jonathan today?" Steve asks.

"No he had to take Will to his appointment today," she replies and makes a face at the wet bench. You don't miss Steve pulling off his jacket to drape over it for her.

"Shhh, c'mon, spit it out," Robin insists. Ever your wing man.

"Well, he asked me if I want to partner with him on the final for creative writing and I agreed. And he might have been flirting with me and I think I was definitely flirting with him-"

"Wait who?"

"Eddie Munson, keep up, twinkle toes," Robin chirps.

"Ew!" Nancy wrinkles her nose. "You don't like him, do you?" Her eyes widen at your blush. "Oh my god, you do don't you!" You give a grievous groan.

"Yeah, yeah, I think I do." You wave a hand and the whole table gasps. "He's kinda cute, you know, in like... a messy, crazy way and you guys should hear how he writes. It's amazing."

"Leave it to you to find golden qualities in everyone," Barb offers you with a sweet smile. You smile back at her warmly.

"Okay, so what exactly did you do that was flirting?" Steve asks dubiously.

"I... told him I want to hear the horror story he wrote," you begin slowly, "and I kind of... like... this? With my leg?" And you hook your ankle like you hand in class with Robin beside you. Everyone ducks to look.

"You played footsie with Eddie Munson?" Nancy giggles. "That's actually really adorable."

"Well... the bell rang and I realized how much my mom would ground me if she ever found out that I was flirting with a guy like Eddie. And I tried to bolt when he asked me if I wanted to work on the final this Friday at his place... so he could also read to me his short story." You glance around at the reactions.

"He was definitely asking you out. Maybe he'll bite your nipple and make your horny period dreams come true."

"Not helpful, Steve," you hiss out.

"Uh, what?" Nancy says when Barb chokes on her sandwich.

"Nothing," you insist.

"So what did you say in response?"

"I told him to find me at lunch." Steve groans.

"Why not just say 'yes'?" Barb asks.

"Because he mom would never agree. And she has to run everything past her mom. Even hanging out with me."

"So secretly date him," Nancy says. You don't miss the satisfied little smile that flutters on Steve's face. Reminding you of their secret relationship a few years back. However, they certainly got caught.

"If I don't pull it off, I'll be grounded until I die. And I need out of the house so bad. I haven't even had time to look at the job boards today."

"Come work with me," Nancy offers.

"At the Hawkins post?" You demand.

"No, no. I'm skipping this summer and Jonathan and I are going back to the summer camp this year. It's a lot of fun. Plus we get a discount for Will and Mike to go."

"It is a lot of fun," Steve insists. "Kids rotate out all summer for different things and you get to do activities with them but mostly the teachers take care of them. You be helping with breakfast and things. You still get weekends off to kind of do your own thing. Pays shit but you'd be out of the house all summer in one of the cabins."

"And all of us hang out on Saturday nights, play dumb games. It's like college kid's spring break all summer."

"And someone hooks up every year- ow! I wasn't referring to just you!"

"So?"

"Actually, that sounds really nice. I could use some space from my mom."

"I'm going this year, too." Barb chirps.

"Robin, you should totally apply too! We could all have one last hurrah before college and it'll be fun."

Robin mulls that over. "Yeah, I think I'm over the creeps at Family Video. Steve will you take us to apply tonight?"

"Yeah, sure. Nancy would you be cool with me going this year?" He ask. She jerks like she's been whipped. Her jaw opening as she tries to find the words. The whole table slows to watch.

"Of course, Steve. We're all friends. This will be so much fun, you know? It's going to be a summer we'll never forget."

As you pop more fruit into your mouth, the door to the cafeteria opens again. Everyone glances over and there's silence as you see Eddie approaching across the wet grass.

You stand, terror filling you. Today you will be bold. You promise yourself as you meet him halfway. Eddie grins and you feel like your floating across the grass towards him. "There you are," he hums.

"Yeah, I looked for you before we sat down."

"I had to stay late to talk to Kilton about a couple last minute graduation requirements, hope you didn't think I got cold feet. I was little worried when you bolted as soon as the bell rang." It was incredible how he didn't even show a wink of nervousness.

"Yeah, sorry, about that," you offer, turning really red as he steps closer. "I didn't honestly even register much of what you asked me until I was in the hallway."

"Oof. Should I be offended that the part you missed was me asking you out?" He teases, stepping closer. So, he was asking you out!

"I hope not. It's just... complicated, is all." You admit.

"Do you even want to hang out? We can figure something else out for the final-"

"I do, I do," you insist, eyes meeting his, attempting to show him how genuine you were about that. "I just... don't know that I can... or that I'm allowed to I should say." A knowing smile crosses his face.

"Ah, Mom or Dad?"

"Mom," you reply. A sorrowful little song fills your heart when he grins and kicks at the grass with his foot. The way he jumped to this conclusion so fast made you wonder how many times he'd heard parents banning their kids from him. "But... maybe," you start quietly, "maybe I can tell her Robin and I have to study for our physics final."

His eyes light with something mischievous as he tuts your name. It sends a thrill through you, hearing the way he rumbles around it as he chuckles. "Are you offering to sneak out and come over to my place?" You smile and shrug a little, letting that tearing sound just continue. "You're too good," he seems to say mostly to himself. "Way to good for me." He hits you with another stunning grin. "Where should I pick you up?"

Thills shriek through you, vibrating your soul like strummed your heartstrings.

"Robin Buckley's house?" You offer. He passes her a glance and nods in affirmation.

"On one condition," he breathes then. You meet his eyes as he leans in almost close enough to kiss you. "You know that frilly black skirt you always wear with the little flowers on that?" You nod. "Wear that." You flush cherry red as he turns without waiting for a response and walks away.

Maybe... maybe this could work. Maybe you could get away with peeling some more wallpaper without your mom noticing. Maybe you could date a boy for a month before you had the best summer of your life.

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