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A Heart Divided -4-

|4| Cause and Effect

Summary: Chrissy gives Eddie a piece of her mind, however it ends in disaster. Meanwhile, your goal to win the race may be set for failure.

Warnings: swearing, the jocks (except Lucas and Patrick) being dicks, reader’s sister being a bitch as usual, Eddie being a dick as usual.

Tagged: @somethingvicked @ali-r3n @mirandasidefics @mewchiili @erisdogwood @hufflepuffobsessedwithmarvel @yourdailymemedelivery @pretendthisnameisclever

For a girl of small stature, Chrissy was able to drag Eddie out of the building with tremendous force until they were standing between the two buildings near the field where Chrissy stopped and turned to face Eddie, who was rubbing his wrist, as he winced. “Jesus, you almost broke the skin on my wrist,” he complained.

“Oh well,” Chrissy sarcastically replied, before mentioning that he could call it payback for scratching you.

Eddie huffed, as he put his hands in his pockets, before asking her, “So, you heard everything then?”

Instead of answering him, Chrissy silently held out her hand, before ordering him, “Hand it over.”

Eddie shrugged his shoulders, pretending not to know what she wanted.

“Don’t fuck with me Eddie! Hand over the diary now!” She angrily demanded.

Eddie groaned, as he reluctantly took the diary out of his pocket and threw it at her.

As soon as she caught it, she immediately opened it, before reading the pages.

Meanwhile, you nervously stood near the pool with the other competitors, as you watched a lot of people taking their seats. You looked around to find your family and Wayne standing together. However, you didn’t see Eddie next to your sister. You didn’t find it strange until you noticed that Chrissy was missing too. You turned to the cheer squad, catching Aimee’s attention. “Where’s Chrissy?” You asked her.

Aimee looked around, before she shrugged her shoulders, unsure where the head cheerleader was. You scanned the place for her when you heard the referee tell everyone to go to their designated spots.

In the audience, the jocks were chatting away when Andy, who left earlier to have a smoke, approached Jason. “Jason,” he said in a hushed tone.

Jason shushed him, before Andy tried to speak again, “Jason, listen-“

“Shh man,” Jason silenced him, telling him that the race was about to start.

Andy groaned, as he sat back.

Back in the pool, you were getting ready to dive when you noticed a grandfather clock at the end of the pool. The ticking of the clock grew louder, drowning out the referee’s voice.

You stood still, fixated on the clock that you didn’t notice the whistle blow or the opponents diving into the pool until the coach went up to you and shouted, “What are you doing?! Get in!”

You snapped yourself out of the illusion, finding the clock was gone. You immediately lowered your goggles over your eyes and dove in, trying to overtake your opponents.

Back outside, Chrissy thoroughly read the pages before letting out a scoff.

“I know, it’s unbelievable,” Eddie said. “I didn’t think that she had it in her to write that.”

Chrissy looked up at him angrily, as she asked, “You know what’s unbelievable?”

Eddie furrowed his eyebrows when she told him, whilst whacking his arm with the diary, “That you… really think… that she would… write any… of… that...shit!”

“Jesus H Christ, Chrissy! Stop!” Eddie bellowed, as he was backed up against the wall.

Chrissy opened the diary, and shoved it in his face, as she asked, “You really think that I couldn’t tell if my best friend wrote this or not?”

Eddie was about to speak up when Chrissy held the diary up once more, as she pointed out that ,not only there were plenty of spelling mistakes, but there were no doodles on the pages.

“Do you really think that someone who was asked to tutor you would make lots of mistakes?” She asked. “And I know for a fact that she would draw in her pages as well.”

“So what are you saying?” Eddie asked. “That her sister just copied her handwriting and showed me the diary just to break my friendship with her?”

“It wouldn’t surprise me.”

Chrissy then pointed out that your sister was jealous of you for some reason.

Suddenly, Eddie had let out a scoff, before asking the cheerleader, “Are you sure that it’s not the other way around?”

Chrissy gaped, not believing what he just asked, before silently glaring at him. She then raised her hand and slapped Eddie’s cheek.

Meanwhile, you had managed to overtake most of the opponents, as you swam vigorously, just behind two or three other swimmers.

As the jocks continued to watch you, a frustrated Andy tried to get Jason’s attention. “What?!” Jason growled. “What is so important that you-“

“Your girl’s with the freak,” Andy blurted out.

Jason’s face softened, as Andy mentioned that he saw them outside.

Jason searched where the cheerleaders were, realising that Chrissy wasn’t with them, before looking to where Wayne was sitting next to an empty seat, noticing that Eddie wasn’t sitting with him. He then remembered that, not only Eddie went to see you before the race, but also Chrissy went to the changing room before you and Eddie went in. However, he never saw either of them come out.

Suspicious of the situation, Jason turned to his teammates, telling them to follow him, as he stood up and started walking out of the building, with a confused Lucas and Patrick following him.

“Did her sister really screw you too many times that it shrunk your brain?” Chrissy scolded Eddie, who was rubbing his cheek. “I can’t believe that you would treat someone who was willing to help you graduate like shit. And instead of asking her about the diary, you jumped to conclusions, thinking the worst of her.”

Before Eddie could answer back, she told him, “She really liked you, Eddie. Even before I knew how she really felt about you, she always had been kind to you.”

As she stepped closer to him, she confessed, “Why do you think I went to you for weed and not asked someone else to get it for me instead? I came to you, even though I initially thought that you were going to be mean and scary, because I knew that if she could go to you without being intimidated, then maybe I could have the guts to ask for help.”

There was a brief moment of silence as Eddie suddenly gave her a snarky smirk.

Meanwhile, you were still swimming with all your might, overtaking all your opponents when suddenly, you heard the clock ticking again. You tried to ignore it, and carried on swimming until you heard the same dark voice calling you. You slowed down, as you noticed that the lights were flickering and the water was turning red. You weren’t sure if it was a prank or not. You questioned what was happening when suddenly, an aquatic demon swam passed, causing you to open your mouth, almost making you choke. Unsure what was happening, you swam up to the surface and climbed up the ladder, not realising that you were back to reality. There was a hubbub in the crowd, who were confused by why you were getting out.

You coughed , as you quickly walked past the pool, trying to control your breathing when the coach shouted, “What are you doing?! You almost had it!”

Back outside, Eddie approached Chrissy, as he smirked at her. “The guts to ask for help, huh?” He mocked, before asking if you knew that she went to him for drugs.

“Yes, I told her,” she admitted. “And about the nightmares.”

“Which Carver still has no clue about, right?”

Chrissy chewed the inside of her cheek, not answering the question. Eddie’s expression turned serious, before asking, as he moved closer, “Tell me Chrissy, did you tell your best friend what happened when you were in my trailer?”

Chrissy glared at him, as she was about to answer when they heard someone shouted, “Hey freak!”

It was Jason.

Eddie stepped away from Chrissy, who was clenching the diary against her chest, as the jocks approached them. “Looks like the Calvary have arrived,” Eddie sarcastically said, as the group moved closer.

“What’s going on, Chris?” Jason asked. “Why are you here with the freak?”

Before Chrissy could respond, Eddie interjected, “We’re just talking-“

“I didn’t ask you,” Jason retorted, as he pointed at him, before turning to his girlfriend.

Chrissy looked up, and told him, “Like he said, we were just talking.”

Jason scoffed, before asking, “Talking? What could be so important to talk about that could make you miss your best friend’s race?”

Before Chrissy could say anything, Andy snatched the diary out of her hands from behind. “Hey!” Chrissy exclaimed.

Andy lifted the diary up, waving it away from Chrissy’s grasp as he mocked her.

“What do we have here? The freak’s book of rituals?” Andy snickered.

“Give it back!” Chrissy shouted, as she tried to grab it when she lost her balance, almost falling down to the ground, only to be caught by Eddie.

Immediately, Jason pushed Eddie against the wall, shouting, “Don’t you dare touch her!”

Meanwhile in the changing room, you were sitting on the bench in your school tracksuit, taking deep breaths while Robin, Vickie, Erica and Max, as well as Mike and Dustin comforted you. Earlier, the coach and your father kept questioning you why you threw the competition, and the more they asked, the more agitated you got, which prompted Steve to step in and stopped them interrogating you.

As you kept taking deep breaths, your sister hummed with satisfaction, before saying in a mocking tone, “Oh dear, I guess you can kiss that scholarship goodbye.”

You looked up in anger, whilst your father scolded her, “You be quiet!

However, she didn’t stop there. She continued, whilst checking herself in the mirror, “I mean, let’s face it. You didn’t think that you had a chance in winning the competition, did you?”

You were about to go up to her and slap her when you were stopped by Erica’s voice. “Well, she definitely had more of a chance in winning the competition than you do in winning Miss America.”

You and your friends stifled their laughter, as your sister stomped towards Erica, as she asked mockingly, “Didn’t your parents teach you to keep quiet when grownups are talking, little girl? You should run along and play with your Barbie dolls, and butt out.”

Erica scoffed, before telling her, “It would definitely beat participating in your boyfriend’s abysmal campaign, which no doubt was inspired by you.”

Mike and Dustin spluttered in laughter, which pissed off your sister.

Outside the building, Jason still had Eddie pinned against the wall, while Chrissy was still trying to grab the diary from Andy and Chance who kept throwing it back and forth between them when Patrick caught it, putting it in his jacket pocket, causing Chrissy to shake her head as Andy scoffed, “You never let us have any fun, Patrick.”

Lucas slowly approached Jason and Eddie, as he spoke up, whilst raising his hands at chest height, “Jason, listen…let go of Eddie. Someone-“

“Quiet, Lucas,” an agitated Jason retorted, as he turned to him, before shifting attention back to a snickering Eddie. “I’m gonna give you to the count of three to tell me why are you talking to my girlfriend or I’ll-“

“You’ll what? Throw me into the laundry basket?” Eddie snickered. “I like to see you try, big boy.”

Jason was getting more aggravated by Eddie’s remarks, as he seethed, before starting the countdown, “One…two…three-“

“I asked him to meet me!” Chrissy cried.

Jason, who had let go of Eddie, turned to his girlfriend, as she confessed, “I went to see him before and after the game last semester.”

Jason stared at her, as she continued to confess, “I’ve had been seeing things, horrible things, that frightened me so badly…”

Lucas gazed at her with concern, wondering what kind of things had been seeing, and if it had anything to do with the Upside Down, as Chrissy, quietly sobbed, “I went to Eddie to get something to help me…”

“Get something?” A concerned Jason asked. “You mean drugs, Chris?”

Chrissy lowered her head, before nodding it.

Jason exasperatedly inhaled, before shaking his head, telling her through gritted teeth, “That can’t be true. Please tell me that it’s not true.”

The rest of the boys stared at Chrissy, who admitted that it was true.

Jason turned to Eddie, before turning back to a nervous Chrissy, getting in her face, as he angrily said, “I’m your boyfriend, Chrissy. If you were frightened about something, you should’ve come to me. Not Eddie! Not that freak!”

“Jason…” Lucas calmly spoke.

“Stay out of it, Sinclair!” Jason shouted, frightening Chrissy.

“And you wonder why your own girlfriend didn’t come to you,” Eddie commented. “The way she is right now, she-“

With one swift move, Jason turned and jabbed Eddie in the face, causing him to hit his back against the wall.

“Eddie!” Chrissy cried, as she moved forward, only to be grabbed by Andy, while Jason continued his fight with Eddie, who managed to dodge him.

As Chrissy struggled to get out of Andy’s bear hug, Patrick tried to pull Andy off, telling him, “Andy, let go of her-“

Unfortunately, Chance pulled him away from Andy, causing him to be up against the wall. Luckily, Lucas caught Patrick, before he could hurt himself.

“Try and hold them off,” Lucas told a confused Patrick, before sprinting off.

Patrick called out to him, when Andy told Chance to go after him. As Chance went after Lucas, Patrick tried to pull Jason away from Eddie, warning him that he could get expelled, before being pushed away by the furious captain.

Back in the changing room, you and your friends continued to watch the spat between Erica and your sister who asked, whilst suppressing her anger, “Shouldn’t you be having a play date with a fellow kindergartener or something?”

“Uh, I’m eleven, you clown face bitch!”

“Erica!” Steve scolded the youngster.

“Just the facts!” Erica retorted, before telling your sister. “Oh, and by the way…”

She then pointed to her own teeth, as she hinted, “You might wanna check where the rest of your lipstick…”

Your sister gasped, as she covered her mouth, turning back to the mirror to check her makeup.

Your mother was about to scold Erica for insulting your sister when suddenly, Lucas ran inside. As he stopped for breath, Dustin asked, “Lucas, what is it?”

“Eddie…Chrissy…Jason, he…” he breathlessly said, trying to get his words out. “…beating…”

Fearing that your best friend and Eddie were in danger, you got up from the bench and immediately sprinted out of the changing room, before anyone could say anything.

Meanwhile, Patrick was trying to prevent Jason from beating Eddie up, while Chrissy was trying to free herself from Andy’s grasp.

“Jason, stop!” Patrick pleaded. “You’re gonna kill him.”

However, Jason had pushed Patrick away once again, before continuing to punch Eddie.

A tearful Chrissy begged Jason to stop, before gathering the strength to stomp on Andy’s foot, so she could make her escape. However, Andy managed to grab her wrist, aggressively pulling her back when Patrick walloped Andy in the face. After Patrick told her to run, Chrissy hesitated to leave Eddie. But when he told her the second time, she ran as fast as she could, ignoring Jason shouting her name when she bumped into you.

“Chrissy, are you okay?” You asked her petrified best friend.

Before Chrissy could respond, you heard Patrick begging Jason to stop, before he received a whack from Andy.

After you told Chrissy to go inside, you turned to witness the fight. As soon as you saw Eddie’s bloodied face, you flew into a rage, running towards Jason, pushing him off Eddie. Despite the way Eddie had been treating you recently, you couldn’t help but protect him.

“Stay out of it,” Jason told you, before trying to reach for Eddie, only for him to be blocked by you, as you tackled the jock to the ground, before punching him repeatedly in the face.

Eddie sat up against the wall, unsure what to make of the situation. Why? He thought. After all the grief I’ve been giving her lately, why would she save me?

Andy, free from Patrick’s grasp, went to pull you off Jason when Eddie growled, as he gathered the strength to pounce on Andy, which led you to continue to deck Jason, who kept begging you to stop.

You were about raise your fist once more before giving him another hit when you heard someone shouting out, “Stop! Enough!”

You turned to find Higgins, as well as your family and friends standing near you, while Steve, Dustin and Wayne rushed over to pick Eddie up, as Higgins bellowed , “MY OFFICE! NOW!”

As soon as you got to your feet, you heard Jason said breathlessly, “Munson was right…You really are a psycho.”

You swiftly turned around and snarled, as you about to lunge at him when Wayne pulled you back by your shoulders, as he tried to calm you down, “You don’t wanna get yourself into any more trouble than you already are.”

You turned to face Eddie, before angrily turning away, heading to the principal’s office when your face softened as soon as you saw the terrified Chrissy, assuming that you’ve also lost her as your best friend.

A few moments later in the principal’s office, you were being lectured by Higgins, with your parents giving you disapproving looks, while your sister tried to hide her smirk.

“Never in all my years as principal, have I seen such behaviour, especially coming from someone like you!”

A tear fell from your eye, as Higgins continued to lecture you, before he began to inform you of your punishment.

Back outside, everyone else, including Nancy who had found out from Max what happened earlier, was waiting for you, as they were overhearing Chrissy and Jason arguing when Dustin and Steve walked through the hallway.

“How’s Eddie?” Nancy asked.

“Still beaten up pretty bad,” Steve replied. “Wayne’s taking him to the hospital. With the work Jason did on him, looks like it’ll take a while until Eddie’s face fully recovers.”

Dustin was about to comment on the incident when the argument between Chrissy and Jason escalated.

Everyone turned to find Chrissy walking away from Jason when he suddenly grabbed her shoulders and pushed her to the wall, as he snarled, “I’m not finished!”

“HEY!” Steve bellowed, as he immediately marched towards them, before telling him to take his hands of a tearful Chrissy.

“Are you deaf, asshole?! Take your goddamn hands off her!”

Once Jason took his hands off Chrissy’s shoulders, Steve asked him, “Is this how you treat your your girlfriend when no one else’s around?”

“Ex girlfriend,” Chrissy corrected him.

“You’re not breaking up with me, you little-“ Jason started growling when Steve grabbed him by the collar of his letterman’s jacket, aggressively pushing him up against the lockers, when Nancy called out to Steve, pleading for him to stop, “He’s not worth it.”

Steve deeply inhaled, as he let go of Jason before threatening him, “You touch her again, and you’ll will be sorry.”

Jason turned to Chrissy, who was being comforted by Nancy, before shifting his attention back to Steve, walking away from him, whilst fixing his jacket.

Steve’s face softened, as he turned to Chrissy and asked if she was okay.

Chrissy silently gazed at him with tears brimming in her eyes when Nancy suggested, “Chrissy, why don’t I take you home?”

Although she never gave her answer, Chrissy still went with Nancy, as they left the building. Steve watched them walk away as Dustin asked, “What was that all about?”

Instead of answering, Steve paced back outside the office, waiting for news on you.

Back outside, Patrick was sitting on wall with Aimee, who told him that he should go to the hospital for his injuries.

“I’ll be fine, Aimee,” Patrick replied.

Believe me, I’ve had worse, he thought to himself.

Suddenly, Nancy and Chrissy were walking past them, catching Patrick’s attention.

“Chrissy?” He called out, as he got up and ran towards them. “Chrissy wait!”

Both girls stopped and turned to Patrick, who taking something out of his pocket, as Nancy spoke, “Look, if Jason asked you-“

“Here,” Patrick told Chrissy, as he handed her the diary. “I wanted to make sure that you got this back.”

As Chrissy received it, she gave him a small smile, before meekly replying, “Thank you.”

As Patrick went back to Aimee, Nancy escorted Chrissy to her car. As soon as they got inside , Chrissy was gazing at the diary when she had an idea.

Back inside the school, you and your family stepped out of the office. As soon as Higgins had shut the door, everyone immediately ran up to you, asking you what happened.

You looked up at everyone, before revealing that you got suspended for two weeks.

“Really? You’re still gonna graduate, right?” Robin asked.

You silently nodded as you gave her a sad smiled.

“Then, what’s the problem?”

You were about to explain everything when your sister had beaten you to the punch. “Well, let’s just say,” she revealed with a sly smile on her face. “She wouldn’t have banned from going to prom or lose her scholarship if she didn’t get into trouble.”

Your father scolded your sister, telling her, “Knock it off.”

“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” You sarcastically asked her. “Just because you dropped out of college, doesn’t mean that you can ruin everything from me.”

Your mother told you to stop when you angrily retorted, “No! I’m sick of her making my life hell for the past few years!”

You then turned to her, as you asked, “We used to be close. What’s changed?”

Your sister cackled, before asking you, “I ruined everything for you? Or do you mean I ruined your chance with Eddie?”

You gasped, with tears brimming in your eyes, as your sister scoffed, “Face it, sis…you didn’t have a chance with him anyway, or anybody else for that-“

Having enough of her, you snarled as you raised your hand and slapped her across the face, making her gasp.

“Fuck you!” You shouted when your mother abruptly slapped your cheek hard, shocking everyone, including you. Never in your life had either of your parents raised a hand to you until that moment.

Your father pulled your mother back, as she covered her mouth, realising what she had done. She tearfully took a small step forward, as she stammered, “D-darling-“

However, you stepped away from them, as you bellowed, “Fuck you both as well!”

Before your parents could say anything, you turned on your heel and ran out of the school in tears, when Steve immediately ran after you, as he called your name.

Meanwhile, Nancy was putting on her seatbelt when she realised that Chrissy was just sitting there, staring blankly at the diary. She placed her hand on her shoulder, startling the cheerleader.

“Are you okay?” Nancy asked. “Do you need to go to the hospital?”

Chrissy shook her head, before asking her, “You know that you used to worked at the Hawkins Post?”

“Well, I interned there, but yes,” Nancy recalled. “Why do you ask?”

Chrissy sighed, before handing Nancy the diary for her to see.

“Do you recognise the handwriting?” Chrissy asked, as Nancy flipped through and read some of the pages. Nancy turned to her and told her that it looked like it was your handwriting, before mentioning, “But…there’s no way that this could be hers. I mean, there’s too many-“

“Spelling mistakes? Not to mention that there are no drawings. Whether it’s a book or just a piece of paper, she always drawing on it.”

Nancy nodded, when Chrissy told her, “I think her sister has something to do with it.” She then told the eldest Wheeler, that Eddie had it in his head that you actually wrote it.

“Seriously?” Nancy asked. “This is why he’s been cold to her?”

Chrissy nodded her head, before telling her, “If we can somehow get something with her handwriting on it, and find the similar mistakes, then maybe…”

“We can prove to Eddie that her sister wrote all of this, making him realise that he made a mistake…”

“And that he picked the wrong sister,” Chrissy triumphantly finished the sentence, before asking, “So, will you help me?”

Nancy smiled as she nodded, before mentioning to her, “But we need to plan this, we can’t just dive right into it-“

Nancy abruptly stopped, as she saw you run through the car park, with Steve chasing you, as he called for you, while she and Chrissy watched.

“Just leave me alone!” You shouted, as you continued to run when Steve caught up to you and pulled you back.

“Hey hey, stop,” Steve said, he turned you around, before wrapping his arms around you, hugging you tight.

You sobbed against his chest, as you hugged him back.

Chrissy looked on, as you and Steve continued to hold each other, as Steve rubbed your back. She then turned to Nancy, who had sadness in her eyes. Taking notice of her expression, Chrissy asked her if she was okay. However, Nancy only gulped, not answering her. After Chrissy turned her head to witness you and Steve pulling away from each other. What the girls, and Steve for that matter, didn’t anticipate was you turning away, running towards Steve’s car, unlocking the door with his car key.

“What the-?” A confused Steve spoke, as he checked the pockets of his jeans, realising that you stole his keys when he hugged you.

“Hey!” He yelled, as he ran towards you, only for you to start the car, and backing it up.

“What are you doing? Are you crazy?” Steve asked, as Chrissy and Nancy got out of her car, and sprinted to him.

“I’ll give it back to you somehow,” you retorted, as you drove out of the car park.

Nancy called Steve’s name, prompting him to turn to her as he scratched his head, while Chrissy chased you, begging you to come back. However, you were too far away for your best friend to be able to follow you.

It had been almost a week since you went missing. Your friends had been putting up posters of you, in the hopes that someone would see you. While Steve and Wayne drove together outside of Hawkins to ask if anyone had seen you, Dustin, along with his long distance girlfriend Suzie, were checking on police reports in case you were spotted. Mike even called the Byers in California, asking them if they could inform him if they see you.

One early evening, Chrissy and Nancy, along with Max visited your family. While Chrissy was trying to comfort your mother while your sister was lying on the couch, filing her nails, Max was on lookout while Nancy was searching your sister’s room for anything with her handwriting on it.

Back downstairs, Chrissy was in the hallway wondering what was taking them so long when she noticed your father, sitting in his office, in tears.

Chrissy lightly knocked on the door, prompting him to look up, and wipe his tears with his sleeve. “I didn’t mean to disturb you, only…” Chrissy began to speak when your father silently shook his head and stood up.

“You haven’t,” he replied, before revealing that he was going through a scrapbook of your achievements.

“Would you like to see them?” He asked. Chrissy smiled politely as she approached his desk. Your father then proceeded to show her the scrapbook, filled with pictures of you and clippings of articles including your swimming competitions, including a picture of you and Chrissy in your freshman year, holding your medal in your hand while she had her arm around you.

Chrissy smiled, thinking about that memory…

It was the first the competition you had won in your high school freshman year.

However, you had no one, other than the coach and your teammates who you hardly knew, congratulating you. While your parents were busy schmoozing with Higgins, and your sister was flirting with some guy from the baseball team, you stood out like a sore thumb when a sweet voice spoke up, “Hi!”

You turned to find the petite strawberry blonde girl in a cheerleader outfit standing in front of you, smiling. You recognised her as your neighbour, but the two of you hadn’t interacted before then. “I just wanted to come over and say congratulations.”

What you didn’t expect was for her to hug you.

After she pulled away, you responded, “Oh…thank you. Chrissy, isn’t it?”

“That’s me,” Chrissy giggled. Suddenly, a photographer from the school paper came over and asked if she could take a picture of you. After giving her permission, you turned to Chrissy and asked if she wanted to be in the picture too.

“Really?” Chrissy asked, before you gestured her to join in the picture, which lead the two of you to become friends…

Back in the present, Chrissy watched your father burst into tears. As she patted his back, she softly told him, “She’ll come back.”

“I hope so,” your father sniffled. “Otherwise I’m a failure as a father.”

Your father wiped his eyes, as Chrissy sympathetically gazed at him when she noticed a yearbook from the Class of ’84.

As she picked it up, your father revealed that he would look through it, wondering what happened to your sister. “I don’t know what I did wrong with her,” he told her. “Maybe I spoiled her for too long, or maybe I didn’t pay her enough attention…”

Chrissy flipped through the pages when she noticed one of the messages had the similar spelling mistakes as the ones in the diary. She scanned down to find that it was signed by Roxy, which baffled Chrissy.

She looked up at your father, before asking him if she could borrow the yearbook.

Without questioning, your father said, “Go ahead.” He then stated that your sister wouldn’t miss it anyway.

She thanked him, before leaving him in peace. As soon as she returned to the hallway, Chrissy quickly stuffed the book in her bag when Nancy and Max came downstairs, confirming that they’ve found some notes from your sister. Chrissy took the notes and put them in her bag when they heard your mother asking your sister, “Honey, can you go over to Forest Hills and give this stew to Wayne?”

“Mum, I’m busy,” your sister retorted, as she was polishing her nails.

“And when are you going to see that boyfriend of yours? Not once have you been to visit him since he was admitted to hospital.”

“There’s no way that I’m going in that diseased ridden place. Eww...” Seeing your sister’s grossed out expression made Chrissy’s blood boil. So you steal him from your sister, but you can’t be bothered to visit him? She thought, as she clenched her fist.

“Well, could you at least give Wayne the stew after you’ve finished with whatever you’re doing?” Your mother asked as politely as possible.

Your sister started to whine when Nancy spoke up, as she approached your mother, “Actually, I have to take Max home, so we can drop it off to Mr Munson for you.”

“Thank you, Nancy,” your mother beamed, as she gave her the dish. “That’s very kind of you.”

Your sister silently mocked her mother, as she continued to polish her nails, while your friends said their goodbyes, before leaving the house.

A few moments later, Nancy, Chrissy and Max were in Max’s trailer, investigating the writings. Chrissy was adamant that your sister was the one who wrote the diary. However, after reading Roxy’s message in the yearbook, she was unsure.

“We definitely need to find more evidence,” Nancy said, as she rearranged the pieces of paper, comparing the different writings.

Max suggested following your sister, so they can seize the opportunity to find Roxy.

“Even if she can lead us to Roxy,” Chrissy responded, as she paced up and down the room. “They’ll both deny it.”

“Well, we need to think of something,” Max said, as Chrissy stopped and stared at a Family Video tape cover on the counter, giving her an idea. “Otherwise, we’ve got no-“

“I’ve got it!” Chrissy interjected, causing the other girls to turn and face her.

“What is it?” Nancy enquired as Chrissy picked up the cover.

“You want us to rent a movie?” Max sarcastically asked.

“No,” Chrissy retorted, before she was about to reveal her idea.

Later on in the evening, Eddie was being escorted by one of the nurses after leaving the patient’s bathroom.

“Do I really need to have someone accompanying me every time I need a piss?” Eddie asked.

“Well someone has to make sure that you don’t pass out or sneak off for a smoke,” the nurse retorted, as she opened the door for him.

“That happened like once,” Eddie scoffed, as he headed to his bed and sat on it.

“Well remember, you’re going home in the next couple of days, so don’t do anything that will hinder your recovery. And make sure that you get some sleep.”

“Yes Ma’am,” Eddie saluted the nurse, making her laugh, before she bid him good night. After she switched off the main light, before closing the door.

Eddie sighed, as he leaned back against the bed. He then looked over to his table, filled with homework brought over by Jeff.

During his stay, the only people who had visited him were his uncle, his bandmates, and Dustin, even though he had been chewing his ear off for the way he treated you.

Not even his so called girlfriend came to see him once or even phoned the hospital to check if he was okay.

Thinking back, he wondered why he got with her in the first place. At first, it was because he was so angry with you that he wanted to get back at you for hurting him. And then, he started enjoying fooling around with your sister.

But as he thought about it, he should’ve handled things better with you, asking you about the contents of the diary instead of jumping the guns and accused you of all sorts. And when he questioned you about the diary, you never asked him where he got it or give it back to you.

What baffled him even more was that you jumped in to save him from Jason’s beatings, even after he told you that you meant nothing to him.

All of a sudden, tears were swelling up in his eyes, thinking about the repercussions of his actions. He deeply sniffed, as he wiped his tears from his eyes.

He shut his eyes for a few moments, trying to get some shut eye when he heard a squeaking sound from outside his room.

He abruptly opened his eyes and scanned the room when he noticed a hooded figure standing outside the door, which freaked him out.

As the hooded figure turned away, Eddie quickly got up from his bed, and paced to the door, opening it. But by the time he got out, the figure had vanished from around the corner. A confused Eddie looked left and right, checking if anyone else was around. However, the hallway was empty.

After he shut the door, he made his way to his bed, as he scratched the back of his neck. After getting back in the bed, he decided to do some homework just so he could fall asleep.

He picked up one of the books when he noticed the diary underneath. He figured that Chrissy must’ve given it to one of the boys to return it to him.

After picking up the diary, he placed the other book on top before examining the cover. He noticed that it was different. It was decorated with drawings of mermaids.

At first, he thought it was someone else’s diary being put there by mistake. However, when he opened it, he recognised your writing, but he noticed that the entries were not the same ones he had seen first time. At first, he thought that it was second diary to throw him off the scent. But then he remembered what Chrissy told him, about how the other diary your sister showed him, how it had many spelling mistakes, as well as lack of drawings. Where as the diary in front of him had all the words spelt correctly, and had drawings on almost every page, including one of him.

Eddie read through the pages, astonished by your creativity, realising that the entries reflected your experiences, including the first time you went to Hellfire on same day you started tutoring him…

The valour bard and his band of brothers were so kind to the mermaid. It had started when the witch asked you to help him in his quest for knowledge. Although the valour bard was having trouble, the mermaid knew that he was trying, and she vowed to help him every step of the way. The night ended with the valour bard telling everyone including the mermaid, tales of another world. She hung on his every word, wishing she could listen to his tales all night…

Eddie lightly chuckled, remembering that he once called you a mermaid due to you being a swimmer. He flipped through another page and found another entry, accompanied with a drawing of Eddie playing his guitar…

The mermaid heard music playing from the shore. As she swam over to the island, she saw the bard and his friends playing their instruments. Although there were locals on the shore, none of them were listening. The mermaid thought it was their loss, missing out on talent. As she watched the performance, the mermaid was fixated on the valour bard. His musical skills, his voice…to her, he was like an angel…

Eddie heaved, reading your entries, as he remembered the first time you watched the band at the Hideout, and the way you gazed at him with admiration.

He carried on flipping through the pages, filled with more drawings of him, as well as Chrissy, Steve, and even Wayne. He had let out a small chuckle, admiring your talent, before reading the next entry, which looked like it was written during the period when you were at training camp…

The mermaid had to return to the deep sea for a gathering of her fellow merfolk. And although she enjoyed spending time with her own kind, she missed the valour bard and his songs, as well as his tales. She started counting the days until she reunited with him…

Eddie continued turning the pages with tears brimming in his eyes when he stopped to read the next few recent entries, questioning the bard’s recent terrible treatment towards the mermaid, how he may have been seduced by the succubus.

He sniffled, as he flipped to the last entry…

Banishment…that was the price the mermaid paid for defending the valour bard from the evil captain and his soldiers. She could’ve had left him to be slaughtered, but what would’ve she had gained? She instead fought to protect the man who she knew could never feel anything for her…

Tears ran down his cheeks, regretting his last conversation with you. He was about to close the diary when he noticed that there was an envelope in between the last page and the back cover.

He took it out and opened it, taking out a letter addressed to him, before reading aloud…

Dear Eddie,

I know that I’m the last person you want to hear from. But you don’t need to worry, because by the time you read this, I’ll be long gone.

I know you said that I don’t mean anything to you anymore, but you meant something to me, even if you don’t believe me. You’re probably wondering why you have my actual diary. You see, after seeing you being Dungeon Master, I was inspired to write and draw, hoping that I can tell amazing stories like you. But I guess it doesn’t make a difference, seeing as you’re with my sister.

If you and her hadn’t been treating me like shit, I wouldn’t have minded that you were together, even though it would not only break my heart, but it would also make me suspicious, as you may have forgotten, she wasn’t always been nice to you…

Thinking back, Eddie remembered how your sister had interacted with him, how she used to make snide remarks about him, and how you used to stick up for him.

He cleared his throat, as he continued to read…

But after you showed me that other diary, it made me wonder if she had anything to do with it, like she wanted payback for some reason.

I guess it doesn’t matter anymore. I cannot stay somewhere where I’m not welcome nor can I be somewhere where no one’s on my side, especially after my fight with Carver. I maybe back some day, not sure when. But for now, I need to keep my distance.

Just promise me one thing, Eddie… Don’t fuck things up for yourself and your chance of graduating. It would be a shame for your hard work to go to waste.

All the best, Love…

Eddie whispered your name, as tears fell down from his eyes, staining the letter.

He scrunched the letter against his chest, as he leaned forward, bawling his eyes out, repeating, “I’m sorry…”

Meanwhile, outside the hospital, the hooded figure stared up at the window, before getting inside Steve’s BMW, moving the hood back, revealing your face.

As you started the car, you whispered, “Goodbye…”

You then backed out, before driving off to your destination.

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can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain - steve harrington

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summary based on this lovely anon! thank you for your request, I hope you like it.

tags best friends to lovers. mutual pinning. mentions of weed. Eddie been Eddie and Erica being Erica. season 4. mention of starcourt but nothing else related to the upside down happens. slight use of y/n, sorry. a little bit of angst and then pure fluff. if i missed anything please tell me.

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You are so upset.

You couldn’t fall asleep on the plane. They only had snacks with nuts on them. The juice boxes were gone.

You just want to avoid everyone, specifically Steve.

He didn’t answer your letters for over two weeks, he stopped calling you every night to tell you all about his day and you… you were so upset you couldn’t enjoy the warm welcome your friends had prepared for you.

Life after the Starcourt incident wasn’t easy. Moving away from all the things, from all the people you love, it was destroying you. Jonathan found friends, Will and El do stuff without you all the time. You missed home, you missed your friends, your best friend.

The ride to Steve’s house is short, unfortunately. As Nancy gets out of the car to grab his boyfriend’s hand, Will, El, and Mike make sure to greet Dustin and Lucas at the door. Robin runs to you and hugs you, a warm big smile forms on your lips, she knows something is wrong from the moment your body stays still for a couple of seconds before hugging her back.

“You okay?” she asks, you can’t lie to her but you can’t rant about Steve and how upset you are because it would ruin everyone’s day. Half of the group came back all the way from California.

“I’m okay, Robs. Don’t worry” You take a step back, not dropping your hands from the sides of her arms and squeezing them. “You, young lady, you need to tell me all about Vickie”

She laughs, her cheeks light pink as the color of your skirt. You can’t stop a giggle from coming out of your lips, but as soon as you see him… your body goes stiff again and Robin rushes inside the house to get a drink before spilling everything about her crush.

But there he is. His gray almost blue polo shirt hugs his chest flawlessly. The last two buttons remain unbuttoned and the best friend chain you share with him shows up, resting on his hairy chest that moves up and down as he breathes. His hair, amazing as it is, has a life of itself and it’s beaming as well as his face. You are sure he is wearing the tightest jeans ever but you fight everything in yourself not to look down, as you fight with the same strength and keep your arms to yourself.

He whispers, "Hi" and locks his gaze on you, asking for a hug.

“Hey,” you say, not moving an inch and he finds it odd. Before you moved away you loved his hugs, his arms around you embracing you while your face rested on his chest, so close to his neck that your nose used to catch the scent of his cologne and a hint of cigarettes. Your hips will bump with his and- NO, STOP STOP.

“Are you okay? You look-”

He tries to speak with the same calm as always but it’s impossible. He feels something is different and he can’t wrap his head around it. You interrupt him, bumping your shoulder into his arm and running upstairs mumbling the dumbest excuse ever.

“I- I need to, uhm, go to the bathroom”

Steve doesn’t say anything. He figures you need some space or you are tired from the flight. He reunites with the others in the kitchen and gets introduced to Argyle who is talking to Eddie about something.

He watches you come back, you are holding your best friend's necklace with your fingers, you usually do that when you are nervous. Steve's eyes focus on you and you turn around, going straight to the living room where the others are. Panic settles over his chest and no one seems to notice.

Eddie is quick to hit his shoulder slightly with his palm and nods to the living room, telling Steve to join the others.

–

The living room is filled with voices and chuckles. You talk to everyone about your new school, your new house. Everyone pays attention to all the California Shenanigans.

Steve is focused on you, with a frown on his face and yes, you’ve noticed. It took you possibly five minutes to feel his confused gaze over you, but you decided to ignore it. You ignore him as he ignored you when you were away. You keep talking to Erica about her winning the campaign and Eddie joins the conversation making Steve… jealous.

“Guys! Guys. You all talk like you haven’t seen each other in ten years, I get it, but I still need to meet the rest of you!” A high Argyle speaks up, earning everyone’s attention “Can we just have a quick chat?”

“There is something we have to do outside, but you guys chat!” Dustin says as every single one of the kids follows him except Erica.

“Erica, let the grown-ups talk”

A choir of “boos” and “we are not that old” makes Lucas jump, he rolls his eyes and goes out joining his friends in the backyard.

“What? They are going to do a nerdy thing I'm not interested in” Erica replies, looking at everyone in the room.

“Erica, you play dragons and… what is it? castles?” Argyle says.

“Dungeons and dragons, man!” Eddie corrects him and hits him with his elbow. They quickly became friends and it’s hilarious to see them interact.

“You guys are soooo high,” you say. Eddie, who remains by your side, quickly bumps his knuckle softly against your chin, earning a giggle from you.

“What? Do you want a joint, sweetheart? He teases, and you roll your eyes.

“She’s not into that” Steve scoffs, peeking at the interaction that has his head hurting for quite a while now.

“What? She totally is. Bro, remember that time when you got so high you poured your milkshake on Jonathan and Ms. Byers thought he threw up on himself?” Argyle’s confession takes you by surprise, Jonathan laughs remembering and describing the incident to everyone.

The room fills with chuckles one more time. Steve feels a knot in his throat and you try to keep your face away from him.

“I had to tell my mom she tripped, it was a fun day actually,” the older Byers says.

“That reminds me, one time Steve had a date and I accidentally spilled my jar of fresh cherry jam on him. He spent the rest of the shift with his legs wrapped in a towel while his jeans were drying up!” Robin tells the funny story and that’s when you look at Steve.

Your mind starts wandering. He had a date, maybe he had a girlfriend already and that’s why he was so busy.

“Was that the same girl I saw you with at the movie theater?” Nancy asks.

“Nope, that was Heather and the other one was Heidi” Robin answers, Steve looks away from you, embarrassed.

Jealousy starts to get its way through your head. Your breath quickens and you start to get more furious.

“And what happened with Linda?” Nancy asks again.

“Can you guys just drop it?” Steve starts to get annoyed. “We just kissed, that is all”

“Fuck this” you mumble, the only one hearing you is Eddie.

“Woah, are you okay? Eddie notices your face, red with anger and your eyes glassy.

“Can everyone just stop asking if I’m fucking okay?”

Your voice shakes and you storm out of the room. The rest watches you go and Steve panics, but doesn’t move.

“Are you stupid?” Erica speaks, making Steve wake up as she is talking to him.

“What?”

“Oh please, you love that girl and you idiots had to mention all of his dates. She is clearly jealous, even I can see it”

“Erica!” Steve raises his voice but she doesn’t get upset.

“Just the facts! Don’t be a moron Steve”

And that’s what it took. An 11-year-old shit-talking to Steve for him to realize he had to fix this.

He gets up and before he opens the door, Robin grabs his hand stopping him.

“Don’t- don’t lie to her and do not try to push her away” She squeezes his hand before dropping it. “You’ve been miserable without her, don’t make another mistake"

Steve nods, opening the door, and walks to the street to find you, you are walking as quickly as possible but the cold rain slows you down as you hug yourself and walk.

Alone. Annoyed. Jealous. Furious.

“Y/n! Please come back”

An agitated voice makes your ears ring. It’s him, his voice was so recognizable that it was impossible to ignore it. You turn around, making an effort to not run toward him and cry for him, begging him to love you.

You’ve never cried over a boy because you’ve always been in love with your best friend, Steve.

“Please just listen” he begs, the rain starts to calm down as if the sky knows something is about to happen.

“What do you want?”

“I want to talk to you! You have been avoiding me all day and it’s making me crazy. I’m sorry you had to hear all of that” he slurs his words as he tries to ease his breath.

"Are you only apologizing for having dates?"

“No, no. I know ignoring you was wrong, I know trying to push you away was so shitty of me”

You keep your arms crossed against your chest. You keep shivering from the cold of the rain. Your clothes are all soaked and sticky.

“And?”

“And? I’m sorry, I'm sorry. But you didn’t have to act like such a jerk to me, not when I haven't seen you for so long. You know you can talk to me!”

“It’s all good, I wish you would talk to me too but it's too late. Bye now"

“Wait, wait”

“What do you want, Steve?” you shake your head. “Please, enlighten me. What is it? I want to go home. I want to get out of these clothes and curl up in my bed. Just leave me alone alright”

“You are unbelievable”

“What?”

“You know the phone works both ways right?”

“I didn’t need the phone. I sent you a bunch of letters you didn’t read. Sorry to bother you with all of that you couldn’t even open one”

“I read all of them. I'm sorry i didn't reply to them... but now I know you are hiding a lot of things. Tell me, was one of your letters going to mention you smoke weed and hang around god-knows-where while you are high?”

“Oh my god, Steve. That was one time” you sigh. You couldn’t believe he was telling you all of this as if you did something wrong “You were the one ignoring me, remember? Being too busy with girls you couldn’t pick up the phone, what were you doing, Steve?

“They were just dates, nothing happened! I would’ve told you if… I don’t know”

“Well, I had a date too,” you say. It’s not a lie, you did have a date with some guy named Dave, it didn’t go well because let’s be honest he wasn’t Steve. “And I would’ve told you too but it looked like you didn't care”

“You had a date? So you have a boyfriend now or what?” he asks, his fists clenching. His knuckles are white, and his face glows red.

“Why are you getting so upset about it?” you notice a shift in his voice, he looks too angry for some weird reason.

“You have a boyfriend”

“I don’t have a boyfriend. And if I had one, why do you care? You are the one going on hundreds of dates” A laugh comes out of your lips, but your heart is aching.

“Because the dates were a distraction! A distraction that didn't work because no one is... no one is as perfect and beautiful as you, and it kills me, you know?”

You get confused, he starts to get closer. Your tears start to mix with the drops of rain, your sight becomes blurry.

“I like you! Fuck, I love you!” he speaks, defeated and with a hand over his chest, right over his heart. “I have loved you since I met you, I’m sorry I was such a jerk for hiding it but I thought you deserved someone so much better than me and I didn’t-”

He gets cut off by your lips on his. It was everything he needed, he is everything you wanted. The kiss is short but it’s filled with all the pent-up emotions, all the years of waiting, all the lingering hugs and him “casually” always keeping a hand over you.

His lips are soft, he gets a taste of your strawberry chapstick and smiles over your bottom lip. You wrap your arms around his neck, pushing your bodies together.

“I like… I love you too, Steve” you say, his eyes focused on your lips as his hands rest on your waist. “I was hiding it too, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry we had to fight and, I-”

“It’s fine” he whispers, the drops of rain make his hair fall to his forehead, you are quick to brush it away from his face with your fingers, and he doesn’t mind.

“It’s not, we could’ve sorted this out sooner but I was scared– scared that if I told you, you were going to reject me”

“I thought you were going to reject me. Dreaming about you with me every night was better than thinking about losing you, so I was hiding it” he brushes his nose against yours. “But I don't have to hide it anymore. I love you. You love me. God, please tell me you are not joking”

“I’m not joking, Stevie. I love you”

His favorite nickname makes an appearance, he smiles as it’s been a long time since he hasn't heard it.

“I love you too, baby”

The new pet name makes your heart flutter and he wants to kiss you again, but the rain doesn’t seem to stop and you are both shivering.

“Let’s get in before you catch a cold,” he says, taking your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours. You walk with him back to his house, your body immediately feels calmer as you get closer to him and hug him.

“I missed you”

“I missed you too, don’t you dare think i’m letting you leave my house today”

“Wasn’t planning on it”

He grins, you giggle. The girl of his dreams is finally with him, nothing could ruin his mood since that day.

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