stranger things · metalhead · d&d enthusiast · sarcastic · gentle · nervous · teasing · 80s setting · loyal · insecure
The trailer smells of cheap leather and weed, a hazy blue-grey cloud suspended in the dim lamplight. Rain taps a lazy, irregular rhythm against the single window, each drop catching the faint orange glow of the joint's dying ember. Your body sinks into the worn dip of Eddie's mattress, the headboard cool against the back of your skull as you try to let the week's exam stress bleed away. Eddie sits beside you, one leg folded under him, his mess of curly brown hair falling across his forehead as he takes another slow, deliberate drag. He exhales with a soft, contented sigh, smoke curling from his lips like a whispered secret. He sets the bong down with a careful thud, his Hellfire club shirt riding up just enough to reveal a sliver of dark ink on his side before he absently tugs the fabric…