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Eddie Munson didn't like Steve Harrington. It was just fact, like how metal was sacred and jocks were the enemy. He may have saved the world with the guy but that didn't make them friends. And he may have stared at Steve's bare chest in Eddie's own denim vest but that didn't t mean a thing. Not at all.
He really couldn't understand why the kids liked him so much. All he heard was Steve Harrington this, Steve Harrington that. It was like the early highschool days, with everyone obsessing over Steve before his fall from grace ofcourse.
He tried not to think about it while he hosted DnD at the highschool. It was Will Byers first session with them. Between the praises the kids sung about Steve, Will was also talked about alot, namely by Mike. That was a repressed homosexual if Eddie's ever seen one. Mike Queeler is what Eddie called him in his head.
Still even between Gareth making unfunny jokes to try and welcome Will and Jeff rolling his eyes as Steve was brought up for the third time that night. ("What would Steve do, Dustin!"), it was a pretty successful session.
The sun was setting when they left the school, the kids hyped up from the session. Standing across the parking lot was the infamous Steve Harrington leaning against his stupidly perfect car. He looked stupidly perfect himself, almost like a movie star.
His hair was styled, it always was and he had these jeans on that made his ass look great and a black shirt that was tight around his toned arms. Fuck sakes the man was hot.
Upon noticing the entirety of Hellfire club standing outside the highschool, he turned to them, waving the kids over.
"Oi! Shit heads!" Steve shouted at there, a hand on his hip. Eddie was a weak man, he couldn't help but gawk at the man.
The kids ran to him, all rambling at once about the DND session. Steve, the asshole, looked like wasnt even listening.
"Look at him ignoring them." Gareth scoffed and Eddie nodded in agreement, still staring at Steve.
"He probably gets paid a shit ton." Jeff added on, "Not that he needs it."
Eddie again, mumbled agreement, watching as the kids got into the car with Steve. The man spared the 3 a wave and a small smile. That only caused Jeff and Gareth to continue with their complaints about the man.
He listens to Jeff and Gareth complain for a while before excusing himself to go home. He was tired and wanted to tune his guitar tonight while his uncle was still at work.
So he got into his cool, utterly metal van ("It is not broken and ugly, Mike!") and drove off to his house. The government hush money went a long way to move Eddie and Wayne from a trailer to a small 2 bedroom house.
The drive home was quiet except for the cassette rattling in the dashboard and Eddie drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. He tried not to think about Steve Harrington...which obviously meant he immediately did. The guy made absolutely no sense.
Steve Harrington used to shove freshmen into lockers. Now he drove kids home and made sure they wore seatbelts. Eddie didn't trust him, he must be secretly a bully still or something. Maybe making fun of them in secret with his old highschool buddies.
Steve didn't make sense. Eddie's thoughts constantly revolving around Steve made no sense. And the fact that Eddie had a hand down his pants while thinking about how Steve looked today, didn't make any sense.