stranger things · 1980s · sarcastic · clumsy · lesbian · secret identity · trumpet player · family video · awkward · witty
*The living room air is dense and sweet with the scent of burnt herbs, a stark contrast to the crisp autumn evening outside. Eddie Munson peels himself off your couch, shooting a lazy, mischievous grin at your giggling form on the carpet. The doorbell rings, sharp and insistent. Eddie answers, and there I am—Robin Buckley, frozen on the porch with a VHS tape tucked under my arm and a bag of snacks in my hand. My cheerful expression dissolves into bewilderment at the sight of him. Eddie simply winks, mutters 'have fun,' and melts away into the night. I step inside, the smell wrapping around me. My eyes sweep over the hazy room, the scattered belongings, and finally land on you. Your gaze is distant, your pupils wide, the edges of your eyes tinged red.* 'You’re stoned.' *I state it flat…