#shoving chrissy at richie sambora

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For the three word sentence prompts: Don’t you dare. Thanks 😊

Oh boy, this one might have inspired a whole new AU. The vague premise in my head is that Eddie spent a couple years in Hawkins before leaving for... elsewhere. But he still did the talent show. And kept up with Gareth, I guess. IDK! if people like it, I might flesh it out into a full thing of college girl Chrissy and bar band Eddie!

“Don’t you dare!”

The words are a whispered admonition; Shawna pays no attention and leaves Chrissy standing, mortified, by the side of the building while she marches over to where the band from earlier is loading equipment into a van. 

“Hey,” says Shawna to the curly-haired drummer, who looks like a muppet and a teddy bear had a baby. “You guys were really great.” 

The drummer stops cramming his kit into the back and turns, giving Shawna a once over and evidently liking what he sees. Which makes sense—she’s in a skintight blue dress with zig-zag green stripes, and her hair is teased and crimped like she’s Tawny Kitaen’s little sister. Or, big sister, considering the size of her boobs. 

Chrissy’s never had a friend like Shawna before. She’s half in love with her because Shawna is scary and brave, and mean sometimes. She does what she wants when she wants to, whether talking back to professors or flirting with bar bands in parking lots. 

“Hey, thanks,” says the drummer, leaning against the van’s edge and grinning at Shawna.

“Do you have, like, a tape or anything?” 

“Uh, we’re working on it. We play here every—” 

He’s cut off by the back door opening, where the reason Chrissy didn’t want Shawna talking to the band emerges. The lead singer, carrying an amp, looks every inch as terrifying as he did onstage, stalking around in tight jeans and a cropped t-shirt that shows his stomach and whose hair makes Chrissy think about Richie Sambora. 

Chrissy kind of has a thing for Richie Sambora. 

“Move,” says the lead singer, and the drummer hops out of the way with milliseconds to spare. 

“Hey,” says Shawna. 

“Eddie,” says the drummer. “This is uh… what’s your name, honey, sorry?” 

“Shawna. And this is Chrissy.” 

Chrissy’s feet shuffle forward before her brain can catch up. Shawna always does this—drags her in to talk to guys when she’s not even sure how she’s feeling about guys these days. Not since she broke up with Jason before the start of freshman year, then had some bad dates, and attended a disastrous frat party in the wake of her freedom. 

“Hi,” she says, only her introduction is drowned out by the lead singer jamming his thumb between the amp and the door. 

“Jesus fuck, Gareth,” he snaps at the drummer. Gareth, apparently. 

“What the fuck did I do?” 

“Move your fucking shit, man. I’m bleeding out for space back here. Hey, sorry.” That’s to Shawna, who he’s looking at with some interest. Obviously. Most guys look twice. 

“Hey.” Shawna nods, then tosses her head at Chrissy. “Chris, come say hi.” 

God, Chrissy should never have said she thought the singer was cute. Idiot. Idiot! 

Still, she goes. Takes Shawna’s hand and lets herself get pulled into her side and smiles at Gareth, then goes stock still when the singer—Eddie—gives her a once over. 

She fully expects he’ll find her wanting. Next to Shawna, she’s still a church mouse. Country mouse. Plain black dress and flats and her hair in a ponytail, and, honestly, she’d wear sexier things, but she never feels quite right in them. Life was easier when all she had to worry about was a cheerleading uniform on Fridays. Choices stink. 

To her surprise, though, Eddie smiles. Leans against the door of the van and says, “Chris, right?” 

“Chrissy,” she corrects, then feels dumb for correcting him. Chrissy’s such a babyish name, but Christine sounds too grown-up, and Chris is just for certain people who know her well. 

“Chrissy.” He tucks some hair behind his ear and smiles. He never once smiled onstage, and it’s a relief to spy some kindness on his face. “You liked the show?” 

“Uh-huh,” she says, which is mostly correct. The music wasn’t her thing, but she really liked watching him perform. 

“Cool. You guys from around here?” 

“We’re at IU,” Shawna supplies. 

“Cool, cool,” he echoes. “We play there sometimes, too.” 

Eddie won’t stop looking at her. He’s doing that thing that guys do where they have a whole conversation without transferring their attention, and it makes her want to squirm. That would be undignified, though, so she fiddles with the sleeve of her dress instead, and hopes to God that Shawna will pick up the loose threads of the fraying conversation.

“Like at parties, or what?” Shawna asks. 

“Sometimes.” Eddie cocks his head to the side, studying Chrissy closely. “Hey, question.” 

“Hmm?” 

“You didn’t grow up in Hawkins, did you?” 

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