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picture’s that were taken by you guys together:

"Seriously, you could be addicted to weed or alcohol, but you choose to drown yourself in-" "Art? Yes" I interrupted, my rings jingled as I made grabby hands and directed them to the new movies they had curated for me "Gimme gimme" The paper felt soft under my fingers, and I couldn't help but sigh in relief to see I had my weekly watch list updated once again.

For about a month now, Steve and Robin had been keeping a copy of the best-reviewed films in the "art" labelled box that came in every week for me. Not that they ran out of copies, because if we're honest, no one in Hawkins watches the three-hour, black and white, European movies over the latest Police Academy, but because they chose them specifically for me and saved me the reading and researching.

And for that, I'd be eternally grateful.

"'Paris, Texas'?" "'84, it's about this homeless dude who wanders off the desert and tries to reconnect with his seven-year-old son and his wife" Steve explained, exaggerating now and then on his tone, mocking what seemed one of the worst plots ever "It's from that one dude you like, Y/N" said a raspy voice in the back, soon, Robin was walking to us with a box in her hands "Win Wenders?" "Yes, him" she nodded, dropping the package on the floor next to Steve's feet.

"It must be good then" I smiled, tapping my fingers on the tape and directing myself to the horror section "Start counting Harrington, I'm feeling hysterical tonight!" he laughed at my affirmation and jazz hands before registering the prices of the 5 movies I was taking home "On it". I dragged my feet through the carpeted floor, scanning over the endless dumb titles and humming a certain Black Sabbath song I couldn't get out of my head since yesterday.

"What the fuck is 'the fly' supposed to be about?" I asked myself, giggling audibly and continuing for my search. The rack was awfully empty this week. Shit. And then, I saw it. Almost like a vision, the lights reflected on the shiny letters; 'Friday the 13th: Jason Lives'. The cover had Jason's hockey mask illuminated from behind. 'Jason Lives' could be read on a grave. I scoffed, chuckling at the ridiculousness and the lengths people will go to keep a franchise alive.

Perfect.

I smiled to myself, noticing it was the last copy. I reached to grab it. "Hey Steve, I'm also ta-". The touch of someone else's hands stopped me mid-sentence. My eyes looked up after we both flinched, revealing a tall boy with the craziest hair I had ever seen. His lanky, pale figure framed by a t-shirt from a band I didn't recognize and black jeans.

"Shit, sorry," we both mumbled under our breaths, loud enough for the other to hear. We laughed together, a pretty one he had. "It's the only good one of this miserable bunch," I giggled, pointing awkwardly at all the others. Would it kill me to stop being so stupid and act like a normal person when hot people were around me? "Yeah, this week's selection is pretty crappy," he nodded, motioning his ring covered fingers over the complete area. "Watch it, Munson" Steve warned.

Munson. I've heard that somewhere.

"You can take it," I said, offering him a tight-lipped smile and waiting for him to take it. "No, it's okay. Take it," he answered. "Listen, I'm taking a bunch of tapes, anyway. Harrington has them on the counter now. This was just a whim." he smiled cheekily and paused for a second before taking the title.

"Let's watch it at my place"

I couldn't help but laugh quietly, blushing a little, but still a bit freaked out by the sudden request. "What makes you think I'd go to some stranger's house to watch a crappy movie?" I question, looking him dead in the eye with a curious glimpse coming from my pupils. "I mean, they say it's pretty good; A sixth part that has been attempting to keep whatever they have going on alive, pathetically, by the way, might be enough to risk your life," he smirked playfully, brushing some hair out of his face with his ring-clad fingers.

"Nice rings" "Thanks" we both stared at each other, him hoping I'd say yes and me contemplating the decision I was about to take. Would mom be proud? No, she wouldn't. This was probably a terrible idea, but in my head, Robin and Steve knew him, so I was 99% sure he wasn't a total psycho trying to kill me.

"Fine, but you gotta walk me home after" I smiled, walking before he could say anything else. A little "Yes ma'am" followed soon after and I heard steps coming behind me. "15 dollars, please and thank you," Steve grinned, packing the tapes in a plastic bag and sliding them over the counter.

"Did you not want anything from the shitty horror section?" Robin asked as the boy gave her the movie and handed her some wrinkled dollars from his black pants pockets. "Yeah, but he's paying for it" I giggled, taking the bag with my tapes and walking towards the exit. From the reflection on the store's glass, I could see Steve and Robin's perplexed expression as I waited for Munson boy by the door.

"Relax you two, the voices haven't acted up in a while now," he smirked. Robin couldn't help but burst out laughing and I did as well, after knowing for sure he was joking "Plus, Harrington here knows where I live in case I decide to kill you" he smiled sweetly at me, opening the door for me.

"Well, at least I'll look pretty while making my way through the doors of hell. Bye, guys!" I waved the wonder duo goodbye and walked outside, accompanied by my new friend, who had a little smile on his lips. "Do you live far from here?" I asked, walking as the dirt on the road got my black boots muddy. "No, it's only a couple of blocks away. Ya' know the trailer park?" "Oh yeah! So it really isn't too far from here"

A brief pause was made, cars passing by next to us, the sound of the wind being the only thing heard aside from the music they were playing on the inside. "I know you" I nodded, throughly sure I've seen this boy somewhere else. "School?" "Probably, b-but there's somewhere else I've..." "My band? 'Corroded coffin' rings any bells?" he seemed hopeful. He wanted my answer to be a yes, but I really remembered nothing related to a band.

"No. But that's one great fucking name." He nodded, laughing softly at my remark. "I know. Y-you should come see us... we play at the hideout on Tuesdays. It's pretty cool. We actually get a crowd of about... five drunks?" Munson admitted. He sounded almost embarrassed but still with a dorky smile adorning his lips "Hey that's something!".

After about five minutes, we arrived at his trailer. It was getting dark and the warm lights coming from the tall posts scattered around gave the place a mysterious atmosphere that was very much appreciated for our current situation. He struggled briefly with the keys in his hands, the lock not working properly the first time he put them in.

I got inside, cleaning my shoes on the rug rapidly and dropping the plastic bag I had been holding on the couch. Papers filled the carpeted floor, many notes and drawings sketched with black ink adorned them. They were on top of some squared sheets and maps of what seemed to be a fantasy land. "Excuse the mess. I wasn't expecting visitors." the boy quickly but with great care gathered them all, placing them on the empty table near the kitchen.

"You say that as if you weren't the one inviting me over" I said as I sat on the couch and waited for him to play the movie "Well, it's not every day you see the pretty girl you've noticed at school reaching for the last copy of the slasher movie you were pretending to check out. Sue me" he breathed, walking towards my direction and sitting on the other side of the small yet comfortable loveseat.

I felt the heat creep the way up my cheeks. Truth is, he was hard to miss. The big hair, rings, black bandana in his back pocket, chains, all black clothes. Of course, I had seen him at school before, but it seemed like a wild idea he'd noticed me as "the pretty girl" or for either of us to even acknowledge each other's existence. Hawkins was one shitty small town.

Throughout the movie, we remained silent besides from the small scoffs and maniac-like laughs we released at the silliness of the deaths on the film. I had to admit it was refreshing not to watch something that required deep analysis and my undivided attention. He made popcorn, and we placed it in the middle of the couch, him throwing single pieces at me from time to time and vice versa when we got bored.

It was nice to see a Jason movie that hadn't had just one death and some nice jokes in the horror of it. To be honest, all I've ever thought about when I'm reminded of that night is that boy's company. The little quirks he put on display when a jump-scare got him, how he'd mumble things to the characters as if they could hear him and his feet going absolutely wild when he got excited.

He was the nicest stranger I had ever met.

As promised, he walked me home. It had many advantages to it; it was dark, the walk home was about twenty minutes and I really found myself extremely intrigued about him, so I really didn't feel like the night to end right there. As we wandered to my place, he told me all about his DnD club, the band, how he learned to play guitar and the stories behind his tattoos since I pointed them out eagerly when I first noticed.

"I'm taking you to get a tattoo" he stated, more like a decree than a request "Jesus no! My parents would kill me" "Oh but they don't need to know about it" he teased with a little smirk on his face, raising his speed for just a moment and facing me soon after, walking backwards into the road. "You are a bad influence, Munson." "They don't call me 'the freak Munson' for nothing, doll" he winked.

I could feel something about the way he said that. And I just knew Jason and the team who shared a single brain cell with him must've come up with that stupid nickname "They just can't handle your coolness" "You think I'm cool?" he smiled "Duh" I said, widening my eyes with knitted eyebrows at the thought of him thinking otherwise of himself as we stepped into my front yard.

"Thanks" I nodded right after we stopped a few steps away from my door. "Hey, you potentially risked your life by coming with me. It's the least I could do" I couldn't help but giggle at his statement. "I was extremely stupid, yes. " "But did you have fun?" "I did" I smiled, walking towards my door and leaving him behind.

"And uh, by the way, the name's Eddie. I-I'm Eddie Munson," he said from the street just as I was about to close the door. "I'm Y/N" "See you tomorrow, Y/N" he smiled, waving goodbye and walking back from where we came from.

But I didn't see him on Monday. Or on Tuesday. Not even wandering the halls. Truth is, I was hoping to see him right away. It was until Wednesday when we finally spoke again. "Hey, Y/N" were the words that startled me when I was getting some stuff from my locker, I flinched before I turned to see it was him, earning a soft giggle.

"Relax, not here to murder you" he smiled. "Where have you been?" I asked, actually curious. "I could tell you I've been pretty busy with my business or I just didn't feel like coming but I've been trying to figure out how to approach you for the past two days" he barely blushed at the statement, rocking on his feet back and forth, hands in pockets.

God, is he cute.

"Is the plan coming along? Are the results fulfilling?" "I got to see you again, so yeah" now I was the one blushing like crazy, he noticed and smirked so smugly it almost made me mad. I couldn't get mad at him but I know I had given him the satisfaction of seeing me blush. "Does the pretty girl happen to be free on Friday night?" he questioned, looking at me amused "The pretty girl happens to be, yes" I nodded smiling.

"Great. Movie night?" my heart melted at the thought of repeating the whole thing again, wanting nothing but that since he left last time "What are we watching?" "I don't know, but there's plenty of tapes at Family Video. You're not about to tell me you've watched it all, are you?" he said, raising his brows at the serious matter in hand "I don't mind re-watching" I joked, getting a small smile from him too-

"Oh you got me feeling kind of special, Y/N" "You are, Eds" I closed my locker after noticing the red tints on his cheeks. "Now walk me to class," I said patting his arm and walking before he caught up.

We started dating a month after that.

“Yes, but that was because you were around to share it with me. And Mr-”

“Richard. Come on, (Y/N). You’ve been acquainted with him already and he even permitted you to address him by his given name.”

She sighed, tapping her fingers on the cold, marble counter in the kitchen. Seigi had a point, but still. Why would a common person like her was allowed to address someone whose stature can be comparable to a god?

“I will drop by and give him pudding. But, please, as much as it bothers you, I would still address him formally.” (Y/N) dropped the call. Pocketing her phone, you carried the plate of pudding to the study room. Where else the handsome jeweler might be? 

(Y/N) padded down the long, elegant hall. It was decorated with vases filled with exotic flowers and marvelous paintings hanging on the walls. She was too mesmerized to realize she has finally reach her destination. The only indication she was there was when Richard opened the door. 

(Y/N) flinched and nearly drop the plate. 

Heavens!, she thought. A heart attack was almost sufficient!

“Mr de Vulpian!” (Y/N) stammered as she faced the dashing blond gentleman. He always have that effect on her - to remain stand still and breathless at the sight of him.

Recognizing the female, the reserved man etched a smile on his lips. If he knew better, he could have been expecting a rolling gem. He greeted, “Hello, (Y/N). Fancy seeing you here.” 

(Y/N)’s hands were quaking, too astonished to register what he said for a few moments. 

It was like this for a few silent moments - a pair of striking azure eyes staring down at a gleaming pair of (E/C) orbs, unblinking; no words were uttered because of the uncertainty in the air; a pair of hands firmly dropped on the sides, another pair invisibly quaking under the harmless scrutiny of the man. 

The piercing intensity of the gaze made  (Y/N) squeamish and squirmish internally that she decided to look at another piece of interest - the pudding on the china plate. 

Richard followed her switched gaze.

“Pudding?” he calmly inquired.

“Pudding,” (Y/N) replied, affirming his guess. 

He opened the door wider and gestured for the (H/C) beauty to come inside. He beckoned, “Bring it with you. I’ll have it while I study.”

(Y/N) had always knows Richard has a vigor to study foreign languages and this was for him to easily communicate with his customers from all across the globe. This made him an efficient businessman in his line of successful career.  

(Y/N) nodded and followed him swiftly. He sat down on the chair before a small, round table. It can fit two people who planned to dine on it. She took the other chair and placed the sweet treat before him. 

“Thank you,” the jeweler smiled. He took the fork and sliced a piece of it. Raising the fork to his lips, he bit on the pudding and ate it. 

(Y/N) was anxious of what he thought about the pudding she made. Of course, she’s a very decent chef and baker. She had to be since she’s opted to live independently from her parents back in the province. Working in the city was hard, but taking care of herself alone was harder. (Well, she had a support system of friends but she decided it’s best if she provide for herself.)

The lovely sweetness of pudding exploded in Richard’s mouth and it caught him off-guard. He had never tasted such a heavenlier pudding! It was just the right amount of sugar and creaminess mashed together in one. When it traveled down his throat - delightful! He felt his eyes brightened up and gleam even brighter than the precious gems. His gentle smile turned child-like and mirthful as he finished the first bite. 

“Where have you gotten this pudding, (Y/N)?” Even your name sounded lovelier-sweeter when he addressed you! “This tastes like heaven itself.”

The praise made (Y/N) flustered. Why wouldn’t it? It came from the world most-renowned jeweler and it’s like having a king complimenting a common folk. Well, at least to her, anyways. 

“Well,” the girl said. “I made it.” She didn’t say it so with much enthusiasm. Instead, she hunched her shoulders and tore her eyes away from the pudding and the jeweler - a turning point of being flustered, indeed. 

To Richard, her reaction was a darling. He said, “I love it, (Y/N). Tell me, if I ate this all up, can I have more?”

The request sounded like a child asking for more candy! But, of course, how could (Y/N) refuse? Besides, he liked it- no, he loved it. 

(Y/N) answered, “Of course, Mr de Vulpian. You can have the whole pan.” She joshed with the last line, seeing that the atmosphere lightened. 

As reserved as he was, Richard face turned even sweeter to look at - a gentle, beaming smile at (Y/N) and a dreamy-euphoric look in his eyes. As if he was in love!

No, no, no. Certainly not. You’re getting ahead of yourself, (Y/N), she chided as she maintained the gaze with her own eyes. Admittedly, those piercing blue eyes made it impossible for her look away, despite badly wanting to look at something else that won’t cause her heart to flip or her stomach to squirm. 

“That’s what I like to hear,” he finally said. He finished the plate at once, which didn’t surprise (Y/N) at all. Instead, she fondly gazed at him. Of course, she fully knew his attention would be onto the pudding. When he finished, (Y/N) immediately grabbed ahold of the plate. 

She said, “I’ll get you some more.” Honestly, she wasn’t sure to give him a plate or the whole pan of pudding. But she decided to be respectful and hand him a plate or two. 

He nodded. But as she stood, he added, “Make it two, please.”

Figuring it would be an extra plate for him to consume, (Y/N) nodded and left promptly. Once she’s out of the door, she breathed a sigh of relief. 

Little did she knew, the reserved jeweler can be cunning in his own rights. Of course, it wasn’t his plan in the first place, but he decided it’s about time he ought to listen to Seigi. 

This little game has to be done and be over with.