The whole Vecna squad was writing down their favorite songs just in case. Everyone's giggling and poking fun at each other for their song choices and for a moment, it feels like they're all just normal people, teenagers, hanging out.
Steve passes the paper and pen to Eddie with a small smile. Eddie smirks back, he's so ready to tease Harrington to high hell because he knows he probably put down something by Madonna. He doesn't get the satisfaction though.
Steve can't help but roll his eyes. "What? What's wrong with Queen?"
"There's nothing wrong with Queen. I just expected something closer to Like a Virgin from you, Harrington. Maybe even some Cyndi Lauper." The shit eating grin on Eddie's face was so wide it almost hurt.
"Well I guess you don't know me as well as you thought, Munson." Steve muttered as he crossed his arms and pouted. Seriously a full on pout. Lips downturned and puckered. Who even was this guy?
"If this had happened a year ago, Steve would've totally had to write down Into The Groove. Seriously man every single time be picked me up for school he was playing that fucking so-" Dustin was interrupted by a shove from Steve's foot. The man was blushing like crazy. Cute.
"Hey. No badmouthing Madonna, asshole. And stop telling everyone my business!"
They went back and forth as Eddie smiled something soft and scribbled down his own favorite song. This felt normal. Things felt ok.
"You're just another sucker ready for a fall"
Eddie's not sure why he was thinking about that moment right now. Maybe it's because it happened less than twelve hours ago and Steve had been ok. He'd been a little roughed up but he was fine. He'd been smiling and talking to Eddie. He was fine. So why was Eddie watching him be lifted up and away from him right now?
There was no warning. Or maybe there had been and Steve was too much of a fucking martyr to tell anyone. Eddie felt helpless as Steve's feet left the ground. Nancy, with her quick reaction time and lack of hesitation, had managed to get the headphones on Steve's head before he started levitating. Dustin was holding on to the Walkman for dear life as the tape inside played.
"You gotta fight from the inside, attack from the rear"
"Ya know, the song is kinda perfect for this. The theme of it is scarily fitting. You plan this somehow, Harrington?"
Steve had laughed when Eddie said that. A beautiful and deep laugh.
"No I didn't plan it, man. My timing with shit is just perfect."
And that had made Eddie roll his eyes. This guy really was full of himself huh? Fuck. Eddie was absolutely gone on him.
He kept getting farther and farther away and every centimeter of distance between them set Eddie's nerves on fire.
"Fight from the inside, you can't win with your hands tied"
It really was a different kind of agony to have someone you care about suffering within arms reach yet not being able to do a damn thing. All they could do was press play and hope that the music reached him.
All that was left to do now was wait. Wait and pray that Steve could find his way back to them.
"Fight from the inside, right down the line"
