Tuesday, December 27th, 1983

Dear Diary,

Tonight is another Corroded Coffin show, and honestly, I'm really excited to go. It's just nice to be able to hang out with someone other than Mom or Dustin for a change... Anyway...

I walk into The Hideout with my bag slung over my shoulder, just like always.

I stopped drawing during his shows for a while, but the last show I brought it out again. I just have the urge... for whatever reason, when I watch Eddie play, I can actually draw something besides the Demogorgon. Listening to him play inspires me.

The bar's thick with cigarette smoke and smells like stale beer-same as it always does.

I spot Eddie chatting with Ronnie near the stage. Smiling, I wave to them before heading over to my usual seat at the high-top table in the corner. It's basically become my table at this point. I settle in, pull out my sketchbook, and get lost in my doodles while I wait for the show to start.

A little while later, I hear footsteps approaching and glance up to see Eddie walking over, but I'm confused as I see Ronnie leaving the bar. I twirl my pencil in my fingers, trying to figure out what's going on.

"Hey, uh... is Ronnie leaving?" I ask Eddie as he walks over.

Eddie nods, leaning against the table. "Yeah. Um... some bad news..."

I put my pencil down, suddenly worried. "Bad news?" My stomach twists.

I really don't think I can handle bad news right now.

He takes a seat beside me, rubbing the back of his neck. "So... we, uh... we can't play tonight."

Oh. That kinda bad news. It's not really that big of a deal.

I frown, feeling a little disappointed.

I love seeing him play.

"Oh no. I'm sorry. Is everything okay?"

"It's fine, really," he sighs. "It's just that my bassist is out of town for Christmas and, uh... never said anything. Ronnie just told me."

I nod, trying not to let my disappointment show. "Ah, that sucks," I chuckle awkwardly, not sure what else to say. "So... are you heading out then?"

Eddie shakes his head. "Nah, I still have to finish my-"

"Junior!" a woman yells from behind the bar, cutting him off.

I guess she runs the place? She's always yelling at him.

I smirk, tapping his arm lightly with my pencil. "Um, you better go."

Eddie laughs, standing up and taking a deep breath. "Yeah, I'll be right back, okay?"

"Junior!" the bartender calls again, louder this time.

I chuckle to myself as Eddie rolls his eyes and heads over to her.

Junior? I'll definitely have to ask him about that one.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm comin'," he grumbles, glancing back at me. "Five minutes, tops."

"Okay." I giggle and roll my eyes as Eddie hurries off. I lean back in my seat, settling into my sketching again.

From across the bar, I can hear Eddie's manager giving him an earful about getting back to work, which makes me feel a little bad. But he quickly jumps into action, bussing tables and stocking liquor.

I keep sketching, glancing up every now and then, but the place is getting busier by the minute. The noise level rises as people crowd in, smoking, drinking, and talking loudly-the usual bar chaos.

Eddie's running around with a bus tub now, cleaning up after the growing crowd. I try to focus on my sketchbook, but it's definitely taking more than five minutes. Every time I look up, I catch him glancing my way, and my heart skips a beat.

Should I pack up and leave? Say a quick goodbye? Or just hang out? Is it weird that I'm still here while he's working? Oh, God, it probably is weird. Maybe I should just head out.

I'm mid-thought, starting to pack my bag, when Eddie clears his throat right beside me.

"Hey, you leaving?"

I jump slightly at his voice. Looking up from my half-zipped bag, I see him, a little frazzled from the busy night. The bar's definitely packed now.

Guess people go hard around Christmas.

I sling my bag over my shoulder and smile. "Uh, yeah. I was just gonna say goodbye, actually."

Eddie nods, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly disappointed. "Yeah... well, I, uh... sorry about that. Bev's been on my ass all night."

I smile awkwardly, feeling bad for leaving when he clearly wanted to hang out.

"Oh no, it's alright. I didn't want to, like... linger too long while you're busy working. You've got a lot to do, and it's cool."

I shuffle my feet awkwardly, unsure if I should stay or go, but I'm curious, so I ask, "Um... when's your shift over?"

Eddie smiles and leans on the high-top. "Actually, I get off in just a few more minutes..."

"Really?" I ask, raising my eyebrows before sitting back down. "Well, I think I can stick around for a few more minutes." I smirk.

He chuckles, glancing around the crowded bar before looking back at me. "Alright. So... you're staying?"

"Yeah..." I hesitate, realizing it might be a little weird to just hang out waiting for him, but he seems fine with it, so I stop overthinking.

I start fiddling absentmindedly with my bag strap. "Actually... I was kinda hoping I could get a ride home. If you're up for it, of course." I smirk playfully.

Eddie laughs. "You came all the way here to watch me play, only to be disappointed. What kind of guy would I be if I didn't give you a ride home? Plus, I think I owe you like two more anyway."

I blush a little, chuckling. "Yeah, that would be pretty shitty of you." I smirk back.

Eddie rolls his eyes and nudges my arm playfully. "Yeah. I mean, what would people think of me?"

I let out a little giggle and tap my pencil on my sketchbook. "Yup, they'd say, 'that big jerk, Eddie Munson, the audacity.'" I gasp, putting my hand to my chest as if clutching my pearls, then smirk. "And we just can't have that."

Eddie rolls his eyes again, giving me a small, teasing grin. "God... you just think you're so hilarious, don't you?"

I laugh and shrug. "I think I'm pretty funny sometimes, actually." Leaning back in my seat, I give him a small smirk. "What? You don't agree?"

He shakes his head, a little smile on his face as he leans closer against the tabletop. "Nope," he says with a playful grin. "No, I don't. I think you're about as funny as a root canal."

I gasp dramatically, clutching my chest again in mock hurt. "That big jerk, Eddie Munson... the audacity." I chuckle and nudge his shoulder playfully. "Why are you so mean to me?"

Eddie smirks, rolling his eyes as if he's annoyed but clearly not. "Shut up... you're not funny... at all."

I narrow my eyes, smirking. "But if you really think I'm not funny, then why do you keep laughing?" I tap my pencil on my sketchbook, giving him a smug smirk.

Eddie chuckles, trying to keep up his tough act as he rolls his eyes yet again. "I don't know... it's probably some form of masochism."

I nod, grinning. "Mm-hmm... I'll just pretend I heard you say that I'm hilarious."

Eddie grins as he pushes himself away from the table. "I'll try to finish up as fast as I can, okay? But I gotta get back at it for now." He turns and heads toward the bar, leaving me to my sketchbook.

I go back to drawing, but I can't stop myself from glancing over at him every so often. Even while he's busy running around the bar, he occasionally looks my way, catching me watching him. He usually flashes me a little smile or a wink, and every time it happens, my stomach flips.

God, it's so distracting.

I try to focus, but my eyes keep drifting toward him.

The last few minutes of his shift drag on endlessly. The bar is getting louder, drunker, and ruder by the second.

It's like watching a circus of obnoxious drunks.

A couple of idiots yell at him, and Bev is on his case even more.

Seriously, she needs to chill. Like, do you have to yell at him while he's clearly dealing with jerks?

Finally, I watch Eddie say something to Bev before walking over to me. He looks a little stressed, but his smile is warm and genuine.

"Hey, I hope you didn't get too bored."

I glance up at him and smile. "Not too bored... mostly just people-watching. There's nothing quite like a bunch of drunk assholes making fools of themselves." I chuckle.

But then my stomach growls embarrassingly loud.

Oh my God, of course.

Eddie laughs, raising an eyebrow as he glances at my stomach. "You hungry?"

I nod, blushing furiously. "Yeah, um... maybe a little." I bite my lip. "I haven't eaten since, like, noon." I pause, feeling awkward. "Would you maybe wanna stop for food on the way to my house? Totally your call-I'm sure you're ready to crash after work."

He shakes his head, his smile widening. "Nah, food sounds pretty damn good right now. I skipped dinner anyway."

As if on cue, his stomach growls too, and we both burst out laughing.

"Well, at least I'm not the only one," I say, grinning.

Eddie grins back, his eyes sparkling. "Guess we're both starving. Got any cravings?"

I hum, thinking for a second. "Hmm... how about pizza? We could split one." I shrug casually. "But honestly, I'm not picky. Wherever you wanna go is fine."

Eddie tilts his head, considering, and then nods. "Pizza works for me."

My stomach rumbles again at the mere mention of pizza, making me laugh and blush even more.

"Great," I say, trying to play it cool. I stretch a little and smirk at him. "I'm ready whenever you are."

"Alright," he says, pushing himself off the table. "Let me grab my stuff, then we're outta here."

While he heads to the back, I pick up my pencil again, working on my sketch. But as I really take it in, I realize my drawing has taken a weirdly flowery turn. It's so unlike my usual style.

Okay, what is this? I don't draw flowers.

Just as I'm overanalyzing it, I see Eddie walking back toward me. In a panic, I slam my sketchbook closed like I'm hiding something top-secret.

Eddie raises an eyebrow, amused. "Uh... you hiding something in there?"

I smile awkwardly, shrugging. "What? No. I just... my sketch was turning out kinda crappy."

He grins, and he sits beside me. "Crappy, huh? Let me be the judge. Can I see?"

I hesitate, chewing my lip as I glance down at the closed sketchbook.

It's just Eddie. He won't judge.

"Okay... sure, I guess." I slide it toward him, my palms slightly sweaty. "But don't judge too hard. I was trying something new."

"Promise," he says, opening the sketchbook.

He studies the page in silence, his brows furrowing slightly as he takes it in.

I fidget with my pencil, staring at the table to avoid looking at him. "It's bad, I know," I mutter.

Eddie looks up, blinking. "Bad? Wait, what? No, it's not," he says, looking surprised. "You're kidding, right?"

I shrug. "I-I mean, it's not really my usual style or anything..."

"Well, I think it's..." He pauses, looking back at the sketch as if searching for the right word. "...beautiful."

I tuck a stray curl behind my ear, smiling shyly. "Thanks."

Eddie smiles and then stands, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Alright, enough art critiques for tonight. I'm starving. Let's go get that pizza."

"Sounds good." I pack up my things, slinging my bag over my shoulder as I hop down from my chair. I can't stop the smile spreading across my face.

He thought my drawing was beautiful, flowers and all.

I glance at him and smirk. "Lead the way, sir."

Eddie rolls his eyes, chuckling as he starts walking toward the exit. "Yeah, no need to be a smartass." He glances back at me, pushing the door open and holding it for me. "After you."

I hold my hands up in mock surrender as I walk past him, still smirking. "You're really not gonna enjoy hanging out with me then."

As soon as I step outside, the cold December air hits me, making me shiver. I pull my jacket tighter around me. "Geez, it's cold out here," I say through a yawn.

Eddie chuckles, stepping out behind me. "Well, it is December. It's only gonna get colder." He gestures toward the parking lot. "Come on, the van's this way."

I pick up the pace to keep up with his longer strides, feeling the cold seep into my skin. My nose is already starting to go numb.

Should've brought a heavier jacket.

I shove my hands deep into my pockets.

When we reach the van, Eddie unlocks the passenger door and opens it for me. "Mind if I smoke?" he asks as I slide into the seat. "The heat's gonna take its sweet time warming up."

I smile to myself as he opens the door for me and smirk up at him. "You know I mind. I haven't given up on getting you to quit, Munson. But since I haven't convinced you yet... sure, puff away on that cancer stick."

Eddie laughs. "You're never gonna give up on me, are you?"

He closes the door and pats his jacket pockets, fishing out a squashed pack of cigarettes. He lights one and takes a drag, exhaling slowly as he walks around to the driver's side and opens the door. "You're really stubborn, you know that?"

I stick my tongue out at him as he climbs into the driver's seat and closes the door. I buckle my seatbelt, trying to ignore the smell of smoke. "That's why we balance each other out. You're super stubborn, I'm super stubborn. A match made in Hell, really."

Eddie grins, smoke curling from his lips. "You said it, not me." He laughs, glancing over as he exhales the smoke out the window.

After a few more minutes of shivering and quiet, the hot air finally kicks in, and I immediately hold my hands up to the vent, savoring the warmth.

Eddie smiles. "See? Not so bad, huh?"

He takes one last drag from his cigarette and flicks the butt out the window. Glancing over, he notices me holding my hands up to the vent. "You really that cold, princess?"

I roll my eyes, still holding my hands up to the hot air. "Shut up. I'm not a princess."

He chuckles, teasing me with a smirk. "Yeah, keep telling yourself that."

With a grin, he pulls out of the parking lot.

As we roll up to a red light, he drums his fingers on the steering wheel. "Hey... I've got a random question for you..."

I smirk, curious, and tilt my head. "Yeah? What's up?"

Eddie chews on his bottom lip for a moment, like he's hesitating, then grins. "So... would you ever be interested in making stuff for Hellfire? I'd pay you, of course."

I lean back in my seat, smiling as my heart does a little flip.

He's just asking about Hellfire... calm down.

"Really?" I ask, smiling wider. "I'd love to! That'd be so cool."

Eddie's face lights up. "Awesome! I mean, I'm sure the others would love your art... and I was thinking you could make some maps, maybe a few props for our campaigns. You know, to take Hellfire to the next level."

I nod eagerly, feeling a rush of excitement. "Oh, I'd love to! And don't worry about paying me, seriously."

Eddie shakes his head, a determined look on his face. "No way. I'm not letting you do all that work for free."

The light turns green, and he starts driving again, glancing over at me. "I'm paying you, end of discussion."

I roll my eyes, playfully stubborn. "Seriously, it's fine. I'd be happy to make whatever you guys want, no charge. It's not a big deal."

Eddie glances at me with a sly smirk. "You really are stubborn. But I'm paying you. No arguments."

I smile, knowing we're both too stubborn for our own good. "Alright, fine." I pause for dramatic effect, then smirk. "$900 minimum."

Eddie nearly chokes, laughing as he throws his head back.

"900 bucks?! You trying to rob me, princess!?"

I burst into laughter, wiping away a tear. "Yeah, $900 minimum. Take it or leave it, Munson."

He's still laughing, shaking his head in disbelief. "Oh my God... you're such a little extortionist."

He grins, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth.

I shrug, trying to look serious. "It's either free or $900. Your call. My hands are tied."

He laughs again, glancing at me. "You're a menace." He shakes his head, still grinning. "You're really not gonna let me pay you, are you?"

I shake my head. "Nope." I smirk. "My services are either free or very, very expensive. Or... there's always the third option... if you're interested, of course."

Eddie raises an eyebrow, smirking. "The third option, huh? And what might that be?"

I shrug. "I was gonna just ask for more free rides in exchange."

Eddie laughs and shakes his head. "Ah, there it is. You want me to be your personal chauffeur instead of getting paid, huh?"

I nod and smile. "Yup. I don't want money." I lean back into the seat, playing it cool. "I think it's fair-some free rides in exchange for projects."

Eddie chuckles. "You really get your kicks being a little menace, don't you?" He sighs, still laughing. "Alright, fine. If it'll make you feel better about it."

I smile, feeling playful.

This is honestly fun... and just what I needed. It's helping me take my mind off of... well, everything.

"Yeah, no take backsies." I wink at him, clearly teasing. "And don't forget-that means I can call you anytime, anywhere, and I get a ride." I smirk, knowing full well I'd never abuse the power.

He grins back at me, playing along. "So I'm at your beck and call now?"

I nod, nudging his arm. "Yup. Unless that's a problem for you."

Eddie grins, pretending to be unbothered. "Oh no, not at all. I'm completely at your disposal, princess," he teases.

I chuckle as I raise an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? That a promise?"

Eddie nods, laughing. "Yeah, promise. Consider me your personal chauffeur from now on."

I giggle, trying to stop myself from giving him dreamy eyes.

He's just so... nope... we're just friends. I need a friend right now...

"You better be careful with the promises you make me... I might actually take you up on them."

Eddie smirks. "I don't make promises I don't keep."

"Okay then." I smirk mischievously. "You know what that means, right?"

Eddie grins right back at me. "And what does it mean, huh?"

I lean back into the seat, more relaxed than I've felt in a while. I tilt my head at him playfully, still smiling. "It means we must fortify this promise with the unbreakable bond."

"The unbreakable bond...?" He repeats as he parks in front of the pizza place. "Are you suggesting a pinky promise?"

I gasp, feigning surprise. "How did you know?"

He chuckles. "Wild guess." He raises an eyebrow with a smirk.

"Well, you guessed right." I smirk, holding out my pinky.

Eddie grins, shaking his head as he links his pinky with mine. "Pinky promise. You happy now, princess?"

"Don't forget... pinky promises are unbreakable, so..." I smirk and give his pinky a squeeze. "You must know what that means..."

"Yeah... I think I know what it means... but just to be sure, why don't you tell me?"

I'm about to show him how weird I can be, but I get the feeling he can handle it.

"Well... of course you must know that breaking an unbreakable pinky promise is punishable by death." I widen my eyes dramatically and smirk.

Eddie laughs. "Death, huh?" He grins, playing along. "Damn, sounds pretty serious. So basically, if I break this promise, you're gonna hunt me down and kill me?"

I gasp, acting shocked. "Oh no... not me... I could never do something so heinous. But you will have to answer to the Promise Keeper. He's way more ruthless than me."

Eddie raises his eyebrows, clearly intrigued. "The... Promise Keeper?"

I gasp again, shaking my head. "You've made how many pinky promises to me, and you don't know anything about the Promise Keeper? You're playing a dangerous game, my friend."

His eyes widen as he continues to play along. "Oh no... so this Promise Keeper's a real serious guy then, huh? Should I be worried?"

"Oh yeah... you should be very worried." I smirk, giving his pinky one last squeeze before letting go and leaning back in my seat again. "But only if you're not a man of your word." I raise an eyebrow at him.

Eddie leans back, pretending to look nervous. "Ah... I see. And let me guess... if I break this pinky promise, I'm not just dead... it'll be painful and slow? Is that what you're telling me?"

He's really getting into this with me. I love it, but I keep my serious expression.

"That's exactly what I'm telling you. You do not want to come into contact with the Promise Keeper... trust me."

"So, I'm basically dealing with the devil when it comes to this pinky promise? If I break it, I won't just be dead... it'll be worse?"

I wrinkle my nose, shaking my head as if I'm correcting him. "No, he's a little nicer than the devil, but he's probably on the same level as, like... Krampus..." I grin. "But also... way worse."

I make a dramatic shudder. "The Promise Keeper always gets his way, one way or another."

Eddie finally breaks character, laughing. "Krampus? Damn... so this guy really means business, huh?" He shakes his head, still chuckling. "But as long as I'm a man of my word, he won't come for me, right?"

"Exactly." I nod, giving him a playful look. "You're safe. As long as you're honorable."

He sighs dramatically, wiping imaginary sweat from his forehead. "Good... I'm very honorable."

I bite my lip, trying to hold back a giggle. "Mm-hmm... yes, I'm sure," I tease, pretending to doubt him.

God, this is fun. I needed this moment with him. It's just so easy to talk and joke around.

I give him a playful look, blushing slightly before breaking into full-on giggles. "Now, are you ready to get some pizza or what? I'm so hungry."

Eddie laughs right along with me, flashing that grin of his. "Yeah, you don't need to ask me twice."

He glances over at me as I'm still giggling, his eyes lingering on me for just a second longer, like he's about to say something more. But instead, he smiles, opens his door, and steps out.

I grab my bag and hop out of the van, immediately looking down to hide how red my face is getting.

Calm down. Focus. Chill.

But I'm so flustered that as I walk up to him, I trip over the edge of the sidewalk and stumble right into him.

Oh my God. Why am I like this?

Eddie chuckles as I crash into him, steadying me with his hands on my arms before I can fall. "Whoa there, pixie," he smirks. "Graceful as ever, huh?"

My face burns even hotter, and I take a few deep breaths to try and calm my racing heart. I glance up at him, attempting to brush it off, though I know I must look like a tomato.

Seriously, I cannot believe I just did that.

"O-Oh my God. I'm so sorry..."

He grins, letting me go once I'm stable. "Jesus, someone needs to stick you in a padded room," he teases.

Great, now my cheeks are practically on fire. Just kill me now. Why am I such a disaster?

"Shut up," I groan, nudging him playfully, trying to fight back a smile.

I giggle despite myself. "I told you I'm clumsy. You're just gonna have to get used to it, I guess."

Eddie laughs and shakes his head. "I don't think you're clumsy." He pauses, giving me a mock-serious look. "I think you're a walking disaster. Like you're a magnet for anything that can trip you or make you drop something. I might have to start keeping a first-aid kit in my van for you."

I laugh softly, embarrassed, staring down at the ground to avoid his eyes. "Yeah... you probably should. You'll need it if I'm around."

He chuckles, giving me a playful pat on the shoulder. "Come on, Henderson, I don't want you starving on me." He starts walking toward the door.

Why am I such a mess around this guy?

I sigh, following behind him.

He's so chill, and I'm just... not. He's probably judging me hardcore right now.

He holds the door open for me, giving me a teasing smirk. "So, what do you wanna get?" he asks as we head toward a booth.

I slide into the seat across from him, finally feeling like I can breathe again. "Hmm..." I pretend to think for a minute, but I already know what I want. "I'm a plain cheese kind of girl. Can't go wrong with that. What about you?"

Eddie grins. "A girl after my own heart." He chuckles again, leaning back in the booth. "I'm leaning toward Hawaiian, though."

I raise my eyebrows, surprised. "Hawaiian, huh? I pegged you for a pepperoni guy."

He smirks, clearly amused. "Oh yeah? You been thinking about what kind of pizza I eat, huh?"

I feel my cheeks heat up at his comment, and I roll my eyes, trying to play it cool. "I'm just saying. I did not expect you to say Hawaiian. But... it's a good choice."

He chuckles. "I'm full of surprises, princess. Never underestimate my pizza choices." He smirks. "And you're one to talk. You're the type to get the most basic pizza possible."

I laugh, folding my arms over my chest in mock offense. "Hey, I'm not ashamed to admit that I love cheese pizza. It's simple but delicious-you literally can't go wrong. And yeah, Hawaiian is good, I won't deny it. I like to spice it up. Get a little weird sometimes too. But... if you walk into a pizza shop and their plain cheese doesn't taste good, that's a red flag. Cheese is classic for a reason."

He grins. "Now that's a passionate defense of cheese pizza, Henderson. I see you've got strong convictions when it comes to your pizza." He chuckles. "But I can't argue with your logic. If they can't make a decent cheese pizza, they don't deserve to be in business. I respect the passion, princess."

I shrug playfully. "I'm nothing if not passionate when it comes to the things I love." I smirk. "Pizza is the perfect meal. So, what do you say, Munson-wanna split a half-Hawaiian, half-cheese?"

He laughs. "I like your thinking. Perfect compromise." He stands up. "I'll go put the order in." He turns and walks up to the counter.

I lean back in the booth, watching him as he walks away, and I can't help the smile that spreads across my face.

God, he's so charming it's ridiculous... Stop it. He's just a friend. We're just friends.

He comes back a few minutes later and slides into the booth with a grin. "I took the liberty of ordering us a 2-liter too."

I raise an eyebrow, smirking. "What'd you get?"

"Coke, what else?" He grins, raising an eyebrow back at me.

I gasp dramatically, placing a hand over my chest. "You're just as basic as me, Munson. Pizza and Coke?"

He playfully rolls his eyes. "Hey, don't act so surprised, princess. Maybe I'm just a man of simple taste. Besides, Coke pairs perfectly with pizza, don't you agree?"

I chuckle, nodding. "Okay, I'll give you that one. Pizza and Coke is like a match made in heaven. You've got good taste." I smile at him, feeling a little too aware of how long I'm holding eye contact.

God, get it together. Stop acting so weird.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself.

I've never crushed on anyone before like this, but Eddie's different...

"Um... so about Hellfire... What were you wanting me to make exactly? I know you said maps, but is there anything else?"

Eddie's grin widens, his eyes lighting up at the mention of Hellfire. "Hell yeah, I'm so glad you're down to work on stuff for the club. The guys are gonna lose it when they see what you make for us." He leans forward across the table, his excitement infectious. "For now, I was just thinking maps. I'm working on a new campaign since we're almost done with the current one. But it'd be awesome if you could draw the guys' characters too. They'd love that."

Map-making and character drawings for his D&D campaign? Alright, this is something I can get into. God, he's so cute when he geeks out.

I smile as Eddie starts to ramble excitedly. I nod and lean in a little. "Yeah, I can definitely work on the maps for you guys. Drawing the characters would be cool too-it's a great idea. It might take a bit longer, but I'm down. Let's start with the maps though. Dungeons? Cave entrances? Secret passageways? World map? What are you thinking?"

He grins, clearly loving the conversation. "Well, all of that sounds great." His excitement is contagious. "The maps for this campaign are going to be intense. We're doing something different from the usual storyline, so I need the maps to really fit the setting I've built. Plus, I want them accurate. I've put so much work into creating this world, I'm even thinking of hanging the world map in my room." He smirks. "Think you can handle that, Henderson?"

"Oh, I can handle it."

God, if there's one thing I admire about him, it's the passion he has for his hobbies.

I smile, feeling my own excitement building. "I can make anything you need." My imagination's already running wild with ideas. I cock an eyebrow at him. "So, you built your own world, huh? That's impressive."

He leans forward, elbows on the table, a playful smirk on his face. "Yup. It took forever, but I think I finally have it all mapped out."

I mirror his lean, smiling back. "I want the details. Tell me about it."

Eddie's eyes light up even more, and as we wait for the pizza, he launches into a passionate explanation of the world he's created. His words come fast, his eyes alive with excitement, hair bouncing as he gestures wildly with his hands. He's so animated, almost hitting the table a couple of times-I'm completely captivated.

He's talking like he's reciting some epic, ancient history, and it's incredible. I could listen to him for hours.

I watch him, smiling, as he describes the intricate details of his world-the characters, the storyline, the lore. It's fascinating, and the passion in his voice makes it even better.

The more he talks, the more I realize just how much this means to him. He's put in so much thought, and I can't help but be impressed. I ask questions, throw in suggestions, and watch him get even more excited when I offer ideas. I smile the entire time, completely caught up in his energy.

Ding!

The oven timer in the kitchen goes off, and a moment later, the waitress appears with our pizza. Eddie's eyes light up as she places it in front of us.

I look at him, smirking as we take our slices. "Okay... so tell me the dream, Music Man," I say, then take a big bite of my pizza.

He takes a bite and lets out a low moan. "Oh my God... this is so good... I didn't realize how hungry I was... I think I'm in love..." He stops and registers what I said, glancing over at me, still smiling. He raises an eyebrow. "The dream?" he repeats, smirking. "What do you mean the dream?"

I chuckle between bites, swallowing before responding. "Yeah, the dream." I take another bite, watching him curiously. "You're graduating this year. What's next for Eddie Munson? Are you taking Corroded Coffin out of Hawkins?" I tease.

Eddie chews on his pizza, mulling it over for a moment. "You get right down to it, don't you, princess?" He grins, leaning back in the booth. "The dream... well," he pauses, "honestly, it would be to leave Hawkins. Get the hell out of this little town and make something of myself. Play with the band, make a record, tour... that kind of stuff, I guess." He takes a sip of his soda, then continues, "But Jeff doesn't graduate for another two years, and Ronnie is waiting on an acceptance letter from NYU. I'd love to leave. Go off to Cali and start a music career, but..." He shakes his head. "Nah, I'm probably gonna end up working some shitty job in town and die here in Hawkins."

I raise an eyebrow, listening closely. His answer gets to me, and I can't help but feel a little disappointed. The thought of him staying in Hawkins, working a dead-end job, feels... wrong. He has so much more potential than this town could ever offer. Hawkins doesn't appreciate him. It never will, not as much as he deserves. He's an amazing musician, and the thought of him settling here just frustrates me.

I shake my head and lightly kick his leg under the table. "No. That's bullshit."

Eddie's eyes widen, and he chuckles. "What do you mean bullshit?" he asks, still smiling. "That's just reality, princess. That's how things are. I'm gonna end up working some crappy job when I graduate. That's life... I'm not getting out of here anytime soon."

I take a sip of my drink, narrowing my eyes. "So what if the band has an expiration date? Who cares? Don't give up just because everyone else has their own plans. Go. Go to California. I'm sure it'll suck at first, but you don't need the band to make music." I point my finger at him. "You're an amazing singer and guitarist. Your passion for it is obvious. You should go on your own. Hawkins isn't where you belong, Eddie."

Eddie sighs, taking another bite of pizza. "I mean, you're not wrong, but you make it sound so easy..." he mutters, clearly thinking about what I've said. "I could go without the guys... but I'd still need a job. I don't have the money saved up for a big move. I'd work any dead-end job to get to Cali, but..." He shrugs. "It's a tough decision to just up and go, you know? You really think I could make it on my own?"

I lean in closer, locking eyes with him. "I know you can. You have what it takes. The talent, the drive. Don't let anything or anyone stop you from taking that chance. You've got one life, Eddie. Even if it's a long shot, you're young-take the risk." I shrug. "All Hawkins is going to offer you is a dead-end job, someone to settle down with, and depression. I'm not sticking around for that."

God, it would break my heart to see him waste his potential here, stuck in a place that doesn't deserve him.

Eddie stays silent for a moment, then swallows. "Damn... you make a very good point there, I gotta admit..." He chuckles, then looks at me curiously. "You're leaving too?"

I nod. "The second I graduate," I say, taking another sip of my drink. "I'm getting out of this place. I can't stand the thought of ending up stuck here forever. I have plans to head out to California, actually. I want to work on movie sets... that's the dream." I smirk. "I'm getting out of here and never looking back."

"California, huh? That's where all the cool kids go," he says teasingly.

I laugh. "Damn right! Two years to go, baby, and I'm outta here." I grin, taking another bite of pizza. "And since you're already gonna be there, maybe we can hang out once I get there." I smirk. "If you'd still hang out with me once you're a rockstar, of course."

Eddie grins. "Oh, you know damn well I'd still wanna hang out if I'm a rockstar. You think you're getting rid of me that easily, Henderson?" He rolls his eyes and pretends to be offended, but winks playfully. "Your tickets backstage would be guaranteed."

His wink makes my heart skip a beat, but I quickly brush it off.

It's just a playful moment between friends. I roll my eyes but smile.

"Oh, I'll hold you to that, Munson," I say, pointing a finger at him. "You better remember me when you're famous." I giggle. "'Cause I'll make it real awkward if you don't."

"How could I forget you?" His grin widens. "You'll be the first person I call when I get my platinum record."

I laugh. "You better."

"Oh, trust me," he says confidently. "I'll be telling all my fans about the girl from back home who believed in me."

I smile softly as I finish my slice of pizza and take a long sip of Coke.

We sit quietly for a few moments, and I notice his eyes lingering on me. My heart flutters again.

He's just being friendly... right?

I try to shake the thought away, convincing myself it's nothing more than the usual banter between friends.

Throughout the rest of dinner, the conversation flows easily, full of shared laughs and comfortable silence. Eventually, we head out and drive back to my house, the ride filled with the hum of metal playing from the van's speakers. As we pull up, Eddie parks in front of my place.

For a moment, there's just silence between us. The streetlight casts a soft glow across his face, making him look even more handsome than usual. I smile at him, not wanting the night to end just yet.

Eddie stares out at my house, tapping his hand softly on the steering wheel. He turns to me, his dimples showing as he smiles back. "Well," he says after a moment, "I guess this is where I drop you off, Henderson."

I smile and nod. "I guess so," I mutter, glancing back at my house. My smile fades just a bit, and part of me doesn't want to get out of the van. I'd rather stay here, hanging out, enjoying his company. And before I can stop myself, I blurt out, "You're gonna play next Tuesday, right?"

Eddie's eyes dart toward me, raising an eyebrow. "Next Tuesday?" he repeats with a smile and a nod. "Yeah, Dougie should be back by then, and if he's not, I'm gonna kick his ass." He smirks.

I chuckle, nodding. "Good," I say with a smile, turning fully to face him. "Maybe we can do this again after."

His smile widens slightly, and he lets out a soft laugh. "I think I'd like that."

For a moment, we just look at each other, small smiles on our faces, like we're both silently wishing the night didn't have to end.

Butterflies start fluttering in my stomach again, but I try to push them down, not wanting to show how much I'm overthinking this.

"Well, I guess I should go before my mom starts to worry." I put my hand on the door handle. "See you next week, then..."

"Yeah, next week. See you later, Henderson."

Damn it, I don't want to leave yet...

"Goodnight, Munson." I open the door, hesitating for a moment.

Am I just overanalyzing this whole thing? Damn it, why am I like this?

"Goodnight, Princess."

I smile and wave at him as I close the door.

This night just feels... right.

Um... Diary...? I think it's more than official... I have a huge crush on Eddie Munson, and it's getting harder and harder to push down. I mean, come on, the way he looks at me, the way he talks to me, and how we can joke around like we've known each other forever. It's all driving me crazy. And God, the idea of him leaving Hawkins...

It scares me.

I know he deserves more than this place, more than the dead-end jobs and people who never see him for the amazing person he is. But the thought of him actually going off to California? It's bittersweet. On one hand, I want him to chase his dreams, but on the other... I don't want him to go. I don't want to lose him. And yeah, maybe I'm being selfish, but this crush? It's turning into something more.

I can't stop thinking about him, and I'm not even sure how to deal with it.

So... here's the truth, Diary. I've got it bad for Eddie Munson, and the more time we spend together, the harder it's becoming to deny it.

What am I supposed to do now?

I need to get it together.