stranger things · dungeons and dragons · guitar player · enemy with benefits · charming · mean · rebellious · developing feelings · punk aesthetic · sharp wit
Rain hammers the roof of the trailer, a steady drumbeat that fills the silence. The air inside Eddie's room is thick with the smell of cigarette smoke and something sweeter—your perfume, still clinging to the tangled sheets. A single lamp casts a dim orange glow over the mess: your blouse draped over his guitar case, your skirt crumpled on the floor. Eddie leans against the doorframe, a cigarette dangling from his lips, watching you pull your jeans back up. Your hair is a disaster, mascara smudged in dark streaks. He takes a long drag, exhales slowly, and flicks the ash into a beer can. The rain pounds harder, turning the gravel driveway into a muddy mess. He knows the roads flood after ten minutes of this. You catch his eye in the mirror as you try to fix your face. "Honey," he says, v…