&. 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
It wasn’t like she had been thinking when she’d left the house in such a hurried fashion. All that she knew was that she needed to be away from the pressure and the bad vibes and just... just the constant tutting and disapproving looks. Most days she could handle it, most days she could smile and nod her way through it, apologising and making promises to be better.
But not today. Today was just too much.
Unfortunately for Chrissy the dark clouds above Hawkins had decided that they too were at their breaking point and decided to drop quite the impressive downpour on the town, which meant that she got soaked as in her haste she hadn’t brought a jacket or an umbrella. Not that it seemed to bother her, the rain meant that she could cry and no one would look twice at her, they’d just assume she was some silly girl that had decided to tempt fate by going out without a plan for cover.
They weren’t exactly wrong.
However, as the rain continued to pour and she became more and more soaked the need to find shelter and something dry and possibly warm to wear had become almost paramount in her thought processes. She couldn’t go to Jason, he’d have too many questions that she wasn’t willing to answer and her friends? Well, it’d be something they gossiped and speculated about amongst themselves as they were wont to do.
There was one place, however, that she knew would welcome her with a kind smile, a diet coke and most importantly, no pressure to spill her guts as to why she was soaked to the bone and wandering the streets of Hawkins. Eddie Munson had become something of a confidant for her, someone she could rely on to be there for her without judgement and he seemed to always be home when she needed him, so colour her surprised when she finally reached his trailer and found that no one answered when she had knocked.
After several minutes of debating on what she should do, Chrissy did something completely out of character for her. Testing the door handle and finding it wasn’t locked she let herself in, softly announcing her presence just in case Eddie’s uncle was home. But no one was. Not his uncle and not Eddie. Okay, Chrissy, he won’t mind if you clean up.
It didn’t take her long to locate a towel and a clean looking t-shirt which had the words Black Sabbath written across it. Slipping out of her clothes and hanging them around his room, she wasted no time in pulling the shirt over her head, which she noted still smelled like Eddie, and breathing a contented sigh that she was in something dry and a little warmer than what she’d been wearing. Comically, the t-shirt swamped her a little and served to cover her modesty.
Not that it did much to save her embarrassment or stop her from pulling down the hem of the shirt when she heard Eddie’s voice asking if she was wearing his shirt. Chrissy spun around to face him with a sharp gasp and a stumbled step backwards, her face beet red.
“E-Eddie! I-I’m sorry! I was out walking and it rained and I got soaked and it kinda looks like the same happened to you. I wasn’t snooping and I promise I knocked, I’m just borrowing it, you can have it back.”
Oh brother, he wasn’t going to let her live this down, was he?
