oh mickey, you're so pretty!

DON’T BREAK MY HEART, MICKEY!

‘ Come on, you don’t wanna grab burgers? ’    Jeff raises his brows at Eddie’s refusal, but Eddie shakes his head.    ❛ Not today, man. Wanna get some hours in learning the new Metallica. ❜    It’s something Jeff can’t argue with; he gives his friend and bandmate a nod of understanding before patting him on the back and leaving the room. 

Eddie fiddles around at his desk for a moment, ignoring the whispers and name-calling as some of his oh-so-lovely peers pass him by. One of them attempts to knock a book off his desk, but Eddie’s reflexes are faster, and he grabs it before it hits the floor. At this point in the game, he is used to letting the insults and bullying slide right off him. So, he simply continues about his activities, humming Master of Puppets all the while. He could practically feel the strings of his guitar under his fingers, he could practically hear the chords flowing through his amp… and he could practically hear –– ‘ Hey. Eddie, right? ’ 

Eddie is ripped from his thoughts as a voice pipes up behind him. He jumps up from his seat,at-attention as he registers just who is speaking to him.    Mickey Campbell?    He wants to laugh as she introduces herself, but he offers a bit of an unsure smile instead. Of course he knows who she is; she’s practically a Hawkins High legend. Just as Chrissy Cunningham is the Queen of Hawkins High, Mickey Campbell is the Queen of Hawkins Parties. 

Parties were never his scene –– ( as if anyone would invite him, anyway ) –– which is why he is doubly surprised when Mickey extends an invitation to him.

❛ Ah, so you’ve chosen social suicide today. ❜    It’s not his best opener, though he finds some amusement in it himself. His eyes flit down towards the flyer that she had placed over his notebook. His doodles peek out from behind the bright blue paper; Kas the Bloody Handed scowls at the words ‘Senior Potluck’ printed neatly across the top. But Eddie’s expression remains friendly, albeit a bit shocked by the entire situation.    ❛ Sorry. Yeah, it’s, uh. It’s Eddie. ❜    He clears his throat and lifts the paper up, scanning it over before his eyes return to the girl before him.

He tacks onto his last thought.    ❛ Munson. –– You sure you’re giving this to the right Eddie? ❜    Another attempt at humor to calm his nerves. He’s baffled as to why she’s speaking to him, and a few lingering seniors at the classroom’s doorway looking at the two of them seemingly have a similar train of thought. They whisper to one another before shuffling out of the room as Eddie’s gaze momentarily flicks towards them. 

❛ Between you and me, Michelle, I’m not exactly a crowd favorite. ❜    And the zingers keep coming. It’s well-known he’s gained the reputation of ‘the freak’ -– and he’s not quite sure how his presence at a party would bode for the overall vibe of the affair.    ❛ But I’m sure it’ll be great. I hear all about your parties. Stuff of legends and all that. ❜    A disarming smile follows his words.

❛ Oh please, ❜ The girl rolls her eyes at his initial reply, keeping her hand on the paper to ensure he’d keep it and at least consider showing up. ❛ Positive. You’re the one that makes going to the lunchroom as equally fun as those stupid parties, ❜ She smirks, raising her brows at him as if to prove to him she knew. She honestly wasn’t quite sure why she hadn’t bothered to speak to him before now, a ping of guilt striking her as he continued to speak.

The sound of the bell echoes through the classroom. The senior class of Hawkins High stampede for the door, excited that the weekend had made its return once again. Another day closer to freedom.

Mickey stands from her desk, eagerly scanning the room as she slips her bag over her shoulder, grabbing the small stack of remaining flyers off her desk. She spots the few lingering students, her eyes landing on her next target- the full head of brown hair, clad in the decked out denim jacket.  

( Couldn’t hurt to ask, right? )