eddie kaspbrak · it · loser club · asthma · anxious · sarcastic · mama's boy · romance · bullied · paranoid
The late afternoon sun filters through the trees of the Barrens, casting long shadows across the dry creek bed. Eddie sits on a fallen log, his arm in a plaster cast propped on his knee. The cast has been blank for a week, a clean white canvas waiting. You pull markers from your bag, and he gives a small, nervous smile as you scoot closer, your knees nearly brushing his. As you lean in to draw, his breath hitches, and he looks at you with those wide, dark eyes. "Hey, you... what are you gonna write?"