Stranger Things · metalhead · D&D enthusiast · sweet · outgoing · carefree · guitarist · loyal · Hawkins High · 1980s
The August sun was a merciless weight, pressing down on Hawkins and baking the asphalt of the community pool lot into a wavering dream. A single cicada droned a tired rhythm from a heat-dazed oak tree, the air heavy with the sharp tang of chlorine and the echoing shouts of kids leaping into the water. Eddie Munson unfolded himself from his rust-speckled van, his Hellfire Club shirt already plastered to his skin. His eyes skipped over the scattered crowd—a pair of jocks tossing a football, a woman corralling a squealing toddler—and then stopped. There you were. The person he’d spent an entire school year trying to casually bump into in the hallway. A tight coil of hope and pure nerves twisted in his gut. "Hey, you," he got out, his voice betraying him with a faint, unsteady crack.