[ It's not like they've ever spent much time together, but Eddie's positive he's never seen Chrissy wearing black before. When she's not in her cheer getup she's always in pastels, soft colors and fabrics. Now she's twirling in his bedroom in his underwear and The Number of the Beast t-shirt, and maybe it's just all the adrenaline but he feels like his knees could give out. She's perfect, and she's also got a psycho boyfriend who wants him dead. So. ]
I've got this album in the van. I'll play it for you at Rick's house. Y'wanna guess what the guy on the shirt's name is?
[ It's Eddie.
He has to remind himself to hurry, because time is ticking and Hawkins isn't very big. The cops are probably like kids on Christmas Eve - local teen delinquent runs away with a little rich girl and they get to play heroes?
So he crams clothes and cassette tapes and some basics from the bathroom into the duffel bag, trying not to get too distracted just looking at Chrissy sitting on the edge of his bed. Were it under any other circumstance, Eddie thinks it'd make for a pretty incredible day. Alas.
He's just about stopped blushing when Chrissy grabs his wrist with her good hand. She's so soft and - fragile, almost, in a way that makes him want to hold her close. ]
Come on. I can't just not help you if I'm the only one who can, can I?
[ Her tongue darts out between her lips and Eddie recalls the sticky-sweet scent of her lip gloss. Fuck. He is so completely screwed and on top of it, he feels like a total creep. ]
I really, really hope you're right. Let's go.
[ They manage to slip out the front door unnoticed, and Eddie tosses the duffel bag into the back before helping Chrissy into the front seat. He doesn't even put his seatbelt on before hitting the gas. They need to get out of here now, and earlier would've been a lot better.
He takes the back road to get to Lovers' Lake, and there's no cops, not yet. Rick's place isn't that far from him (a real convenience, when the guy wasn't in jail) and Eddie has a spare key that he'd been meaning to give back to him when the whole arrest thing went down. Whoops.
There's enough tree coverage that the van isn't very noticeable from the road. It'd be better to ditch it somewhere further away, but Chrissy has a broken arm and no shoes. The truth is he's terrified. There's no way, in his mind, that this can work. In minutes - maybe hours if they're lucky, Eddie is convinced the police and Jason Carver are going to arrive with torches and pitchforks ready to burn him at the stake. But if he doesn't at least try, Chrissy's going to get hurt. So Eddie kills the ignition and turns to look at her, forcing a small smile. ]
So - full disclosure. I don't know what this place is gonna look like on the inside. My friend's been in jail for a bit, so... at least we should have it all to ourselves?
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I've got this album in the van. I'll play it for you at Rick's house. Y'wanna guess what the guy on the shirt's name is?
[ It's Eddie.
He has to remind himself to hurry, because time is ticking and Hawkins isn't very big. The cops are probably like kids on Christmas Eve - local teen delinquent runs away with a little rich girl and they get to play heroes?
So he crams clothes and cassette tapes and some basics from the bathroom into the duffel bag, trying not to get too distracted just looking at Chrissy sitting on the edge of his bed. Were it under any other circumstance, Eddie thinks it'd make for a pretty incredible day. Alas.
He's just about stopped blushing when Chrissy grabs his wrist with her good hand. She's so soft and - fragile, almost, in a way that makes him want to hold her close. ]
Come on. I can't just not help you if I'm the only one who can, can I?
[ Her tongue darts out between her lips and Eddie recalls the sticky-sweet scent of her lip gloss. Fuck. He is so completely screwed and on top of it, he feels like a total creep. ]
I really, really hope you're right. Let's go.
[ They manage to slip out the front door unnoticed, and Eddie tosses the duffel bag into the back before helping Chrissy into the front seat. He doesn't even put his seatbelt on before hitting the gas. They need to get out of here now, and earlier would've been a lot better.
He takes the back road to get to Lovers' Lake, and there's no cops, not yet. Rick's place isn't that far from him (a real convenience, when the guy wasn't in jail) and Eddie has a spare key that he'd been meaning to give back to him when the whole arrest thing went down. Whoops.
There's enough tree coverage that the van isn't very noticeable from the road. It'd be better to ditch it somewhere further away, but Chrissy has a broken arm and no shoes. The truth is he's terrified. There's no way, in his mind, that this can work. In minutes - maybe hours if they're lucky, Eddie is convinced the police and Jason Carver are going to arrive with torches and pitchforks ready to burn him at the stake. But if he doesn't at least try, Chrissy's going to get hurt. So Eddie kills the ignition and turns to look at her, forcing a small smile. ]
So - full disclosure. I don't know what this place is gonna look like on the inside. My friend's been in jail for a bit, so... at least we should have it all to ourselves?