[ oh there are dozens of reasons why getting involved with julie is probably, definitely, one of his worse ideas, but here's the thing: what's the worst that could happen at this point? she kills him? like she doesn't already do that on the regular. she rejects him? really not the worst that could happen to him. if eddie has learned anything between dying in the middle of the street in the upside down and waking up here, it's that life is fucking short and stupid and sometimes you just gotta kiss the girl and suffer whatever consequences may or may not come of it.
so far though, it seems pretty fucking nice. all of his blood is still on the inside, and julie's lips are soft and her hair feels nice threaded between his fingers and if he's gonna get brutally murdered over and over every night by one of like - fifty fucking people, he might as well get to make out a little with a super hot, super smart, super strong girl that steals his cigarettes and introduces him to new music and makes him dumb fucking shirts as an inside joke. you know, as a treat.
whatever that sound is that julie makes, eddie feels like he can almost taste it, like if he just tries hard enough he can find it somewhere in between the vague hint of tobacco and artificial mint. he tilts his head a little, chases that note with a tentative press of his tongue at the seam of her lips. snakes an arm low around her back and shifts his weight backwards off of his knees and onto his ass, dragging her with him. ]
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so far though, it seems pretty fucking nice. all of his blood is still on the inside, and julie's lips are soft and her hair feels nice threaded between his fingers and if he's gonna get brutally murdered over and over every night by one of like - fifty fucking people, he might as well get to make out a little with a super hot, super smart, super strong girl that steals his cigarettes and introduces him to new music and makes him dumb fucking shirts as an inside joke. you know, as a treat.
whatever that sound is that julie makes, eddie feels like he can almost taste it, like if he just tries hard enough he can find it somewhere in between the vague hint of tobacco and artificial mint. he tilts his head a little, chases that note with a tentative press of his tongue at the seam of her lips. snakes an arm low around her back and shifts his weight backwards off of his knees and onto his ass, dragging her with him. ]