About a block from Bev and Hopper's place, Eddie's phone buzzed and skidding to a stop, he fumbled it out of his pocket. Looking at the screen, his stomach swooped, his heartbeat ratcheting up dizzyingly. For the last few days, he'd thought of little else but the party, and the kiss he'd shared with Jamie. More than one kiss. Lots of kisses. His talk with Bev had calmed some of his nerves about it, or at least, he thought he was calm, until he got the text.

It said very little, and was awkwardly formal, but Eddie felt a smile tugging at his lips, despite the panic threatening to choke him.

Leaving Bev's. Wait there.

Peddling as fast as his skinny legs could take him, he biked back to the home, lifting a hand in an awkward wave about a quarter block away.

He was breathing heavily as he stopped his bike just a few feet away, but he resisted the urge to reach for his inhaler. "Hey."