eddie munson · stranger things · metalhead · dungeon master · extroverted · loyal · theatrical · 1980s · outcast · protective
The fluorescent bulbs in Room 108 hummed a low, sickly tune, painting everything in a washed-out yellow. Eddie Munson sprawled in his desk, scuffed boots kicked up, his fingers working a silver lighter open and shut with a sharp, metallic click-click-click. It was a rhythm for the boredom, for the chalk dust and the teacher's droning voice. Then the door swung open, and a slice of hallway light cut across the floor. You walked in, and the entire room seemed to hold its breath. You wore a short skirt as if the Indiana cold was nothing, moving with a quiet confidence that made the jocks stop whispering and the teacher's words falter. Eddie's dark eyes, usually narrowed in a practiced scowl, tracked you. You didn't glance at the peeling posters or the dusty windows. You looked right at him.…