[Chrissy knows that what they're doing is wrong. She's still with Jason, but they decided that it's better for her to wait to end things with him. It's safer if they keep holding out and sneaking around. Whenever she's with Eddie, it's easy to forget about anything and everything except for him. She loses herself in him completely, putting Jason and the rest of Hawkins High out of focus. All that matters is the two of them and the little world they make for themselves.

Today, that little world exists is their clearing in the woods right outside of school. No one ever comes here except for him, and the few people who are brave enough to seek Eddie out to buy drugs off of him during school hours. So far, no one's ever caught her out here with him. Which is nice, because it's like they've got a secret place that's just theirs. She loves going to his trailer. Absolutely gets a thrill of the things they get up to in the back of his van. But being out at the picnic table is nice in its own right.

His vest is stripped off, laid out on top of the wooden tabletop for her. She's reclined back atop it, sprawled out lazily across the tabletop. He's sitting on the bench beside her, his hands resting on her stomach. She idly plays with the rings on his fingers as they talk. They've just finished off a joint that she rolled herself, Chrissy's first time ever to give it a try. Things are calm and they're both content, the quiet conversation between them nothing more than flirtatious banter.

It's nice, she thinks. She's willing to cut class every day if they get to share moments like this one.]

I've been thinking. [She turns her head to look up at him, smiling a little.] About coming out to the Hideout to see your show this week.

[It's a risk for her to do that. There may be people there who see her, and Jason may hear of it. But the longer this thing between them goes on, the less she cares about him finding out. Really, she almost wishes that he would so they can stop sneaking around like what they have is something that needs to be hidden.]

It wasn't like they just jumped right into things. Steve Harrington was a sweet boy. A pretty boy. And Chrissy didn't care how often his face made both of their heads turn. She and Eddie weren't just diving in head first into trying to lure him in. It took a few times hanging out with Steve before they were able to even discuss what they wanted. In the end, they knew that this was something that would take time. So they invited Steve over to hang out and just had fun with him as a friend. Sure, they were a couple. But they never made him feel like a third wheel, and always tried to behave themselves when they were around him. Chrissy liked to think that they really couldn't help stealing a kiss or two in Steve's presence.

It was like advertising what a hot couple they were, as well as a silent invitation for him to show interest. If Steve ever did show that interest, neither of them caught it.

Eventually, with neither of them feeling they could just bring up their mutual attraction to him out of the blue, things fell to the wayside. They continued to hang out with Steve and he was their friend. They smoked and played games and went out on the town, and spent nights laughing and talking. They also happened to do a lot of drinking.

One night when they all were completely wasted, Eddie having gotten them into a dive bar a town over. There was a great band playing, and Chrissy had drunkenly led the boys out to jump around and dance for most of the night. They were sitting on a torn up leather couch over in the corner of the bar, Chrissy and Eddie making out with little regard to the fact that Steve was sitting on the other side of Eddie. She was left a little dazed when Eddie pulled away, saying something to Steve that she didn't catch fully. All she knew was that he had asked the other guy to step in for him while he went to the bathroom. And Chrissy, with as drunk as she was, thought this was an amazing idea.

"I'll take care of him!" Chrissy called out, even though Eddie had asked Steve to take care of her.

Without wasting any time at all, she slid her way right across the couch, the leather only seeming to make the movement more smooth for her. Steve smelled like a mixture of alcohol and his cologne as she leaned in close, not shy at all as she kissed him. Her hand pressed against his shoulder, almost anchoring him to her as she tested the waters. Obviously if he wasn't into it, she would back off. But with the opportunity presenting itself, she knew she'd regret not taking it.

[When she went to Eddie Munson in the woods outside the school to try and get drugs off of him, it was her final attempt to try and stop what was happening to her. She hadn't been expecting to have quite the conversation they had, and maybe she went back home that day with a crush on him. It gets her thinking about the possibilities outside of Jason and the way he's with her because it feels like he wants to own her. When she slips into Eddie's van after the basketball game, she wonders if the butterflies in her stomach are caused by being aware of her new little crush, or if it's because she's about to do drugs for the first time.

Of course, as her luck has it, he's not actually able to get her anything. The chaos that's unfolded in Chrissy's mind finally comes full circle, and he returns to the living room with drugs in hand, only to see her floating. In her mind, Chrissy is facing down the monster that killed her. She's terrified, trapped in her own head. There's no escape, she realizes. And she thinks that this i it. This is how she's going to die.

She remembers calling out to Eddie before the lights flickered. Remembers calling out to him again right after they did. But as she screams for him again, it dawns on her that he's not able to hear her. The terror turns to pure panic as the monster finds her, advancing on her with words that are meant to be a reassurance. Don't be scared, he tells her. It will be over soon.

Tears stream down her face and all she can do is scream. She thinks of Eddie in the clearing in the woods, the way he had smiled and laughed. How he had literally forced himself to fall back off the picnic table just to make her laugh. In those final seconds, she wishes she had been brave enough to do something more than just smile and laugh. She wishes she had done one thing worth living for in her short life.

Out in reality, her eyes are whited over as her body trembles. Tears slip free from her eyes, but they're completely vacant. She's accepted her death, too afraid to do anything but shake and sob in fear.]

[Sometimes when she and Eddie get high, they lose any sense of a filter and just chatter endlessly. One night after they've smoked and are laying in bed, Chrissy halfway dangling over the edge, she suggests that she thinks Steve Harrington is pretty. It's not a surprise when Eddie agrees.

What is a surprise is Chrissy suggesting about twenty minutes later that they could invite Steve to join them sometime. She says it so casually that Eddie probably thinks she's just talking to be talking. When she brings it up again a little later, she thinks he gets that it's something she's genuinely interested in exploring. Only this time she phrases it as a question, asking him what he thinks about Steve.

The topic is brought up again the next weekend when she's over, and Eddie finally suggests that they do something to sate her curiosity. He's never denied her anything before, and doesn't seem to want to start now. She's only taken a couple of hits off the joint they're passing back and forth at that point, and wonders if he's the type to get jealous. She doesn't know if she is.

But she knows that she wants to know what Steve is like when he's being appreciated the way he deserves. And she thinks Eddie wants it too. There's not an ounce of jealousy about that when she insists that he do something to get Steve over.

The first time Eddie manages it, Chrissy gets shy. Eddie picks up on it and instead of worrying about seducing Steve, they all just get high together and spend the night talking and laughing. She's a little more forward the following weekend when they watch a movie and she winds up squeezed between the two of them on the couch, holding Eddie's hand as her head rests on Steve's shoulder.

They make a habit out of hanging out together, and by the time Chrissy decides her curiosity about Steve in bed has reached new heights, things between the three of them feel easy and natural. There's nothing awkward about the way her eyes watch Steve's mouth as he takes a hit off the joint Eddie passes him. There's nothing wrong with the way she leans in to surprise Steve with a kiss right after. And there's definitely no jealousy as Eddie takes a turn right after. Her eyes widen in surprise as she enjoys what she sees, but then her boys are breaking away and she has to act like she wasn't just watching and enjoying it.

She fails miserably, blushing as she laughs and glances over at Steve.]

You know, you can tell us to back off. We won't mind.