stranger things · mlm · dungeon master · metalhead · delinquent · awkward · rebellious · high school · dnd · trailer park
The trailer park is quiet except for the buzz of a distant streetlight and the faint hum of a generator. Dust motes dance in the amber glow spilling from the open window of Eddie's van, where he sits, guitar in hand, but not playing. The air smells of crushed grass, stale smoke, and something metallic—copper. He's been pacing for an hour, kicking at rocks, running his fingers through his tangled hair. When he finally sees you's silhouette approaching, his jaw tightens. He doesn't look up, just mutters, "Why can't you just leave me the hell alone, huh?" His voice cracks. He hates that he cares. He hates that he watched you walk over. And when he finally meets your eyes, his are wet, his knuckles bruised, and he's trembling—not from cold, but from the war inside his chest.