SATELLITE [STEVE HARRINGTON]

underestimated

a long one... I just wanted to get it out because I hate how it ended up on paper. and i'm just still really depressed after vol 2.... but after volume 2 I also needed to change some things to make better sense and yeah just enjoy, even though its really really long lol.

SOMEHOW, STEVE FOUND HIMSELF WATCHING GINNY FROM AFAR, AND WALKING NEXT TO EDDIE MUNSON.

Eddie "the freak" wasn't as bad as Steve thought he'd be. He seemed to care about Ginny, but he still didn't like that they had kissed once upon a time. He'd saved her from the bats when Steve was incapacitated, and for that he could never repay him.

And so, he decided to thank him.

"Eddie," he said, watching Ginny, Nancy, and Robin way ahead of them now. "Eddie, hey, man... Uh..."

He didn't know how to begin. "Uh, listen... I just, uh... I just wanna say thanks. For saving Ginny. And... my ass."

Eddie laughed. "Shit, you saved your own ass, man. I mean, that was a real Ozzy move you pulled back there."

Steve frowned and looked at him. "Ozzy?"

Eddie glanced at him and realized he wasn't joking. "When you took a bite out of that bat..." Steve still wasn't understanding. "Ozzy Osborne? Black Sabbath?"

"Oh, yeah. Ginny likes them," Steve nodded.

"Hell yeah, she likes them," Eddie said. "He bit a bat's head off on stage?"

Steve shook his head. "I don't know what you're—"

"You know, it doesn't matter." Eddie pursed his lips. "It was very metal, what you did. That's all I'm saying."

Steve nodded, looking away awkwardly. "Thanks."

Eddie seemed nervous. Maybe he didn't compliment guys a lot. "Henderson told me you were a badass. Insisted on the matter, in fact—"

"Wait, Henderson said that?" Steve asked, surprised. He thought Dustin was way over thinking he was cool.

"Oh yeah, shit. Kids worships you, dude," Eddie answered. "Like, you have no idea. Kinda annoying, to be honest."

Steve snorted a bit, knowing exactly how annoying his little shit could be.

"I don't even know why I care what that little shrimp thinks," Eddie muttered. "But, uh... I guess I got a little jealous, Steve." He waited until Steve looked at him to continue. "I guess I couldn't accept the fact that Steve Harrington was actually... a good dude. Rich parents, popular, chicks love him, perfect girlfriend— not a douche? No way, man, no way. That's, like, flies in the face of all the laws in the universe and my own personal Munson doctrine."

He glanced at Steve, noticing a soft smile on his face. He leaned over and said, "Still super jealous as hell, by the way. Got the girl and everything."

Steve shook his head, laughing. "We're not together, man... I mean, she actually said you guys had a thing..."

"A thing? Nah." Eddie shook his head frantically. "We kissed once in the teacher's lounge bathroom and she told me I had bad breath. But me? I fell in love, man. Didn't matter, though. We never talked about it again."

Steve shrugged, following the beam of his flashlight. "She just made it sound like more, I don't know..."

Eddie glanced at him. "Let me tell you something, man... I know what Ginny looks like when she's got a crush." He shrugged. "Not to brag, but I got that look all freshman year. Her eyes get all sparkly, she hangs off of every word you say, teases you a little..." He grinned, wiggling his fingers as he talked.