LET'S GO TIGERS!

          ❛  hell yeah ! i’ll be a totally awesome rockstar so i’ll have to come back to my adoring fans.  ❜  that was the DREAM. to make something out of music and prove to a town that hated him that he was worth it. it’s a nice thought ; reality ? he’s not so sure. he smiles at her despite the sobering thought.  ❛  would you miss me if i didn’t come back ?  ❜

Giving her a nod back he opened his lunch box, he kind of dreaded taking his meds here. But it had to be done..for the sake of his heart. Everything was neatly arranged. The food looked very very healthy and his pills were in his pill box , they had the days labled on them. Before he started to dig into the sandwich his mother had packed him he says “ I’m Dan , just moved here…again thanks for letting me sit here i’m not …sure how the…” he looks around for a moment “ Sitting order..and..who can sit where …works yet”

She was irritated by his opinion. It was his problem if Carver and his friends didn’t back off. “You can’t promise that.” He and Jason were never going to see eye to eye on anything. Much less become friendly with one another. He didn’t like putting Chrissy in the middle of their…Whatever it was they had against each other. A petty dislike if anything.

“You what?” She hesitated finishing her sentence. His brown eyes looking at her profile. Expecting her answer wasn’t genuine if she wasn’t confident about it. “If you want keep him off my back make things not difficult.” Eddie said, urging her to make up her damn mind about what was going on internally inside her. Either fix it or end it. “Cunningham, it’s a High School relationship. Most of them don’t last. Don’t beat yourself up over something you might not want anymore.” Eddie shrugged. Getting up from the picnic table. “Shit happens, feelings change.”

        “maybe not entirely, but i do know how jason   works.  i can still figure something out so that the most he can do is glare at you whenever you’re in the same area.”  whatever that something was going to be, chrissy didn’t actually know.  if the chances of jason holding back were low before, they were extremely slim now since he knew she’d gone to eddie behind his back.  but she had to try.  eddie could tell her it wasn’t her fault all he liked but she’d still feel responsible.

“I mean yeah, but you’re sure, right?” Hannah’s far from the most confident or forward person out there, so the idea came as a bit of a shock. She’s spent a lot of time trying to make her life perfect, the idea of someone liking her like that had sort of slipped her mind. Not that she’d ever make the first move to begin with either way, regardless of how many assurances that yes, he liked her. Hannah smiled a little at the thought, continuing to pace around her room for a moment before settling to sit on the floor to look at Chrissy. Still, Chrissy’s follow up throws Hannah for an even larger loop. “He’s asked about me?”

Eddie stopped wondering what might happen if he got out of Hawkins a long time ago. Honestly, he never thought he could rise about generations of failure, not even in Ms. O’Donnell’s class. He shrugs. “Since when is it our teachers’ job to like us though?” He really does wonder why her opinion of him should matter as an educator. Sure, maybe he shouldn’t have told her she needed to get laid on one of his papers, but the assignment was utter bullshit and he should’ve had a much higher grade. “You know, my creativity just doesn’t really fit into a box and she really likes boxes. I know because she gives seniors in the stupid class diorama assignments!” How did he end up in the stupid class for English, anyway? He writes all the time–music, D&D… he loves to write.

He smiles at her, the slight touch enough to send electricity and heat rushing through him. He tells himself she’s just flirting, a tease like all the cheerleaders. Nevermind that he’s definitely hooked up with a few of them at the Hide Out. “I’m glad. Anything I can do to get you to like me even more is recommended,” he adds, clearing his throat. “Do you like Mr. All-American?”

        “i wouldn’t say it’s their job to dislike us either, eds.”   she quirks a brow at him, a playful you know i’m right look on her face.  ( chrissy’s testing out the nickname for his nickname; not sure if she likes it yet, but she hopes he doesn’t mind ).  “but okay, okay, i will have to admit that a diorama in senior year does seem a bit juvenile — and that your creativity definitely goes beyond what the school board has in mind for high school english classes.”  and chrissy meant it.  there were people who thrived under compliance with rules, or at least did well enough by having no problem with them, but eddie wasn’t one of them.