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[ After his first attempt at senior year ended in failures all around, Eddie hasn't exactly been enthusiastic about coming back to Hawkins High. He's done his hardest to stick to the background whenever possible, not trying to start shit with the clear turf war that seems to be brewing with Billy Hargrove and Tommy Hagan. And while he's got his band and the D&D club, that still leaves him alone at lunch most days.

With a sigh, Eddie plops himself down and tries his hardest to eat in peace. No standing up on tables, saying fuck you to the man and to conformity. No, he just wants to get through this year and pretend like he wasn't supposed to graduate last year.

For the most part, everyone leaves him alone. They know better than to upset the balance, because Eddie provides the party favors. But he doesn't want to test his luck, either. Who knows when they'll deem him and his services no longer necessary?

The perks of selling to the elite, does mean that he can see that shit is definitely going down. Harrington has been out of commission for a while, and Billy Hargrove was out for a couple days before returning with a suspiciously black eye. The two might not be connected, but then again, perhaps it was?

He'll probably never find out, though. Steve Harrington doesn't exactly tolerate his presence, never has, and never will. He might not wear a crown any longer, but Eddie still knows his place among the plebians of Hawkins High.

There are rumblings, that it has something to do with the whole Wheeler and Byers situation, but Eddie isn't going to speculate there. He does find it kind of weird that Wheeler left Harrington for Byers, but he knows better than to try and figure out the truth. That's just going to lead Eddie to death threats and nothing more.

He's just popping a grape in his mouth when Harrington walks into the cafeteria and --

holy shit, he looks like he had the shit kicked out of him at one point. What the fuck? He tries to look away quickly, because he just knows he's going to get a smartass comment if Steve sees that he's been staring. But he does nearly choke on the grape in the process, needing to pound his fist against his chest to get it to dislodge. What the fuck. ]

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[Perhaps with a little convincing Eddie could talk Steve into some of his weed? Although, wouldn't that be the talk of the town? The Great King Steve turns to drugs because little Nancy Wheeler couldn't love him but she can fucking love Byers.

But the depression, the anxiety ran much deeper than that and Steve as though he were drowning no matter how hard he fought against the water. How could anyone even begin to understand what that must feel like and for Steve of all people?

Suck it up, right?]

Yeah, yeah after school.

[ And with that, Eddie picks up the remnants of his lunch and walks away, leaving Steve alone with his thoughts once again. The whole rest of the day, though? He spends anticipating after school. It makes him super jittery and unable to focus.

Which isn't much different from usual, but still.

By the time school lets out, Eddie is an anxious mess, but he still waits around by his van to make sure Steve is still on for their deal. Sure, he could just drive home and wait to see if Steve will show up, but part of him wants to make sure Steve is still coming. And another part of him is waiting to make sure Steve managed to survive the rest of school, considering how awful he looked at lunch. ]

[Steve keeps his head down as Eddie makes his leave, he doesn't want to make their little conversation all that obvious but he's also reached the point of not caring. He waits a little longer before he's up on his feet and back into the reality of Hawkins High.

It's hard to focus for the remainder of the day and it's difficult to decipher if it's all due to his disconnect or the fact that he just made a fucking drug deal with Munson.

Once the end of the day hits Steve is making a straight getaway to his car, ignoring the fresh looks his given once he reaches the outside. He spots Munson by his van but chooses to make little known eye contact but enough to allow Eddie to know the deal is still set in place as he moves to get into his car. ]

[ Eddie waits by his car, pretending that he's just smoking a cigarette and that's the only reason why he hasn't torn out of the parking lot yet. He catches Steve's eye, but makes no gesture, and doesn't get into his van right away, just to make it a little less obvious.

But he still feels like the whole school can tell what's going on. By the time he does get into his car and starts off towards the trailer park, he is buzzing with excitement. His uncle should be at work, so they'll have the place to themselves, and Eddie has every intention of getting Steve to try some of his weed, just to give it a chance since that will be much easier for him to get his hands on.

But even so, if Steve really does need something that strong, then maybe Eddie will be work something out with his supplier. Which is ridiculous, right? Why does he care so much about Steve that he's willing to change the way he does things, to make sure Steve has access to stronger drugs than he's usually willing to sell?

He parks the van in front of the trailer and waits by the front stoop for Steve's arrival. He has no idea if Steve had been following him, but it's not exactly a secret that Eddie lives in this trailer park. He's heard trailer trash hurled at him like an insult enough times in the past week alone. ]

[Steve remains casual as humanly possible. He doesn't want more whispers about him spread throughout the hallways. He tries to pay no mind that Nancy is walking hand and hand with Jonathan now. Guess they really are fucking public now and the way Nancy slightly glances over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of him only makes Steve angry.

Even though he said it was alright didn't mean it still didn't hurt.

He doesn't tear out of the parking lot just yet, he wants to give Eddie a head start so that their little meeting doesn't appear that obvious to the whole damn school. A moment later he's peeling out of the parking lot himself, foot on the gas in order to get the hell out of there. It doesn't take him long to arrive considering he literally sped the whole way.

Steve has to take a moment to himself once his car comes to a stop, head falling back along the seat as he closes his eyes. He can practically hear his father's voice now echoing within his ears in rage. He's screaming something about Steve's image and how dare his son show himself in the likes of a trailer park.

Fuck you, dad! Here goes.

He moves to get out of his car before making his way to meet Eddie.]

[ Eddie half expects Steve to get cold feet and decide not to show up anyway. But sure enough, that fancy car of his is driving into the trailer park and making its way over to Eddie's trailer, with Eddie waiting outside, leaning against his van.

He offers the other boy a half-smile before gesturing with his head to follow him inside. ]

Come on in, my uncle's already out for the rest of the night, so. [ He opens the door for Steve and tries to wrack his brain for where he left his stash. He doesn't keep it with the rest of his supply, because he never wants shit like that to be easy to find, in case the cops ever try to harass him, and so that he doesn't impulsively break into the stuff unless he really, really feels like the time is right.

He never wants to turn into an addict, and equally he doesn't want to turn anyone into an addict, Steve included. It's one thing to offer weed, which doesn't have much of an addictive quality to it, but ketamine?

He must be out of his goddamn mind. ]

Make yourself right at home, I'll be back when I find the stuff.

[Steve was having second thoughts during the whole drive. This was absolutely crazy, totally insane! It was one thing to smoke weed or be a little experimental at parties with Tommy. But this was far more serious than just wanting to feel good at a party. This was the need to numb his mind, possibly his heart. He had been sneaking his mother's prescription sleeping pills but they only did so much. Plus she was bound to find out pills were going missing.

Snorting was a whole experience. One that had really fucked Steve up the first time. How he survived stumbling down the stairs was a mystery.

Steve is a bit hesitant at first to follow Eddie inside, he isn't one to just go running inside a trailer of someone he hardly knows and for a goddamn drug fix. Fuck, he's so damn stupid but he's literally putting all his trust in Eddie's hands. The known freak hasn't been known to harm anyone with the goods so far. ]

Your uncle work nights?

[It's an attempt to make small talk, ease Steve out of feeling so out of place. He stuffs his hands into his pockets as Eddie scurries off and leaves Steve once again inside his own head. He tentatively moves about the trailer, eyes falling along pictures of what must be Eddie and his uncle. Some of just Eddie alone.

One particular catches Steve's eye. Eddie appears to be wearing some metal band tank, hair pulled back in a ponytail and the exposed skin shows a few more tattoos. Eddie's tongue is out and he appears to be giving the finger. Typical Eddie Munson.

After a moment Steve finds himself stopping in front of a guitar. He figures this must be a prized possession of the metalhead's.]

[ Eddie doesn't even think too much about all the different memorabilia he has lying around, and all the different photographs. Unlike his birth parents, Wayne has made it a point to display photos of him, and of the both of them.

He probably should feel more embarrassed that Steve is able to see them all. But he's never really let himself feel embarrassment for being who he is. And Eddie's never posed for a photograph trying to act like someone or something he's not. ]

Yeah, at the power plant. [ He rummages around until he finally finds what he's looking for stashed behind some old books. It's actually a miracle he was able to find it at all. ]

Now, this shit's going to kick in pretty fast, and it packs a punch, so don't take it unless you're planning on doing nothing for a day or so. [ He tosses the little baggie up in the air and catches it in his fist again, coming across Steve just as he's found his guitar. ]

Ah, yeah, that's my ol' sweetheart. First big thing I purchased with my own money. [ It doesn't take a genius to realize that he had to sell drugs to pay for it. ]

Now, uh. You sure I can't persuade you to stick around, split a joint with me?

[Steve is quietly taking everything in, he doesn't exactly know Eddie as a person and he hadn't put in any effort getting to know him either. The whole being this huge asshole really robbed him of a lot. What's that saying about it isn't easy being king? Sure does fucking suck to fall from the throne but no one would really understand that either. So Steve keeps it to himself, just like so many other problems he has bottled up inside.

He turns his head slightly as Eddie gives him full warning of the drug he's about to offer. Steve isn't really worried about the effects, the consequences. He just wants to be numb for a night, longer if the drug is so willing. ]

How much?

[Because that's the only real concern here. Not that Steve is really worried about the price because he's that desperate for something to ease the nightmares and help him sleep for a change.

His eyes flicker back to the guitar. Steve has no knowledge of the instrument but he can bet Eddie paid a damn good penny.]

Cool. [Kudos for the sweet buy]

Nah, I'm good.

[ Eddie sighs. It's clear Steve's only interested in buying this one particular thing from him, and nothing else. He should be happy, right? This is going to be a big sale for him, but something doesn't sit right. ]

Fifty.

[ He tilts his head to the side as he tries to keep his eyes fixed on Steve's face, lest they run up and down and give him away. Damn Steve Harrington and his perfect hair and his perfect everything.

It would be easier if he were still the same shitty asshole last year, and the year before that, and the year before that. But he's not. ]

Just. Be careful with this stuff, okay? [ He hesitates before he's starting to grab a pen and paper and jots down his number, shoving it at Steve. ] For emergencies. If you run into any trouble with this shit. I don't care if you get rid of it as soon as you leave this trailer, just humor me and take it, okay?

[It's best to just keep this a simple drug deal and be done with it. Steve's decided that this trauma and heartache he's currently battling with is best done on his own. He's lost everything. Nancy, his friends, his popularity. It's been a tough pill to choke down even when forced.

He digs in his back pocket and pulls out a hundred. Offering it over to Eddie without any hesitation.

His face isn't in the best condition to admire, it's still healing from the beating he took from Hargrove but he doesn't take notice in the way Eddie is looking him over.

He does take notice in the way the town freak seems to eagerly right down his number in a fret of concern. Steve's brow knits in confusion as the number is handed over. Why is Eddie Munson so concerned for him?

Even more so given Steve's history.]

You always show this much concern to your buyers or something?

[ Eddie's eyes widen as he's handed the one hundred dollar bill. ]

I, uh. I don't have change for that.

[ Something tells me Steve will insist he takes it, though. Staring down at the bill, he shoves it into his pocket now, wondering if him trying to use that at any of the stores in town will end up with him in jail.

Even if it isn't counterfeit. Which it probably isn't, Steve doesn't look like the type. ]

Um. No, but most of my buyers are high school seniors looking for weed.

[ Not to mention, they don't usually look like their face has nearly been caved in from a fight. So sue Eddie if he's a little concerned. ]

Keep it.

[Steve figures Eddie would find some good use for the extra cash and Steve didn't have any real plans for it to begin with. We'll, expect for using it to buy drugs that will hopefully make him forget his whole damn name.

Now, back to Munson showing concern for him. Steve can't help but be a little baffled as to why. Eddie went through with the purchase so why the sudden hesitation now? It's gotten under Steve's skin a bit.]

If something does by chance happen to me they wouldn't come after you, dude. So no need to worry about any of that bullshit, yeah?

[ Eddie knows he should back off. He's just telling on himself by being so damn worried over Steve despite the fact that they barely knew each other, tolerated each other. He sighs as he slumps over a bit and avoids Steve's eye contact. ]

That's not what I'm worried about. But thanks.

[ He reluctantly hands over the little packet of ketamine he had been saving for a rainy day. ]

So, um. Yeah. Now that business has been concluded.

[ He doesn't want to let Steve go, but he has no reason to keep him here any longer. And the longer Steve is here, the closer to figuring out why it is Eddie is so concerned, so maybe it's better that he lets him go. It's up to Steve to make these choices; Eddie can't just make them for him. ]

[Steve is still oblivious as to why Eddie is showing so much concern over a drug deal. The Freak does this all the time, right? Steve isn't going to pry anymore, he doesn't know Eddie all that well to press and he just wants to keep this short and simple. ]

Right.

[He takes the ketamine in silence and tucks it into his back pocket safely. He had been so eager to rush home so that he could take the drugs in peace but now his apparent loneliness is slowly starting creep back up into his stomach.

He's so damn pathetic.

But he can't just blurt out what's currently haunting his mind. Eddie would think he was a complete nutcase.]

See you around I guess?

[ When all is said and done, Eddie has no more reason to keep Steve here. He knows Steve made his choice and he has to live with it, but he can't help but feel like he's making a mistake, letting him go. ]

Yeah, see you. And uh. Be careful, yeah?

[ He's already in way over his head, and now only seems to be making it worse. His gaze drops to his feet and he stands around, hands pushed into his pockets, silently hoping that Steve will change his mind, hang out and smoke with him.

So maybe Steve isn't the only pathetic one around here. But deep down, Eddie knows he's delusional if he thinks Steve would ever want to be friends with him. This is just a drug deal, nothing more. ]

[Steve keeps his own gaze along his expensive Nikes that are starting to show a bit of wear and tear. He knows he must look really stupid just standing in the same spot, not making any attempt to move towards the door. The deal is over and he has no other purpose here.

Could just be the depression keeping him stuck in place.

Right when he takes the first step forward there is a sudden flicker of the lights which suddenly has Steve freezing in place. Little does he know that it's serious, could even be the light bulb but Steve's eyes are fully locked on the way they're flicking slightly as if he's waiting for all the lights to start doing so.

His breathing starts to suddenly escalate as he begins to look around cautiously, hands gripping tightly by his sides. The flashes of the monster come unexpectedly in his mind, flashing rabidly by its horrifying screeches and Nancy's frantic screams.

That whole night starts an instant replay in his mind.

Shit. This can't be happening again, it isn't happening again.

He closes his eyes for a moment as a hand shoots out to brace against the wall.]

[ Well, this isn't the sight that Eddie expects to see. Eddie's about to make a comment apologizing, the power's always on the fritz, it's a pain in the ass. But Steve's reaction is beyond anything he would have come to expect from the jock.

He stands still at first, watching Steve cautiously, unsure of what is wrong. ]

Steve?

[ His eyes widen as Steve makes a grab for the wall, and Eddie swoops in, making sure he's not about to fall onto the floor. The last thing he needs is Steve banging his head on the wall, or on the nearby table. ]

Hey, it's okay, Steve, I've got you, you're safe. Hey, open your eyes, look at me, you're safe, why don't you breathe with me?

[ This looks like a panic attack, something Eddie is unfortunately all too familiar with. He has his own reasons for experiencing them, and all Eddie can do is try to remember how Wayne would help him through his. ]

[The world around him suddenly stops and there is nothing but flashing lights mixed with the shadows of the demogorgon. He can hear the monster breathing heavily within his ears and the horrible screeching it would let out each time Steve would smash it with the bat. The sound of bones crunching, spit flying.

He feels light headed and the air feels like its been knocked clear from his chest. His ribs feel like they're being crushed as the apparent panic attack takes its hold and Steve struggles to breathe properly. It become evident as he begins to struggle for breath and his other hand pulls frantically at his shirt.

The monster isn't here. It's gone. It was destroyed. Everything is perfectly fine, its over.

It's over.

Steve's eyes flutter open but he gives nothing but a hollow stare at Eddie, the metalhead's voice sounds like it's a million miles away and faint against his ears. ]

It's not here....

[He whispers lowly with a shake of his head.].

It's not here.

[ Eddie's eyes widen as he watches the way Steve retreats in on himself, the way the panic seems to take a hold on him. This goes beyond just getting into whatever scuffles he managed to get into with Hargrove and Byers. This is some serious PTSD shit.

Like how his old man would get sometimes, when he felt like he was back in the war. And how dangerous that had been, but Steve isn't his estranged father, and Steve hadn't been in a war.

At least, he's pretty sure he wasn't. ]

I don't know what it is you think would be here, but I promise you, Harrington, it's just little ol' me.

[ He isn't sure if he's actually helping, but he's not about to leave Steve like this. So he just tries to stand in front of Steve, reaching out for his wrist in an attempt to give him something to ground himself. ]

Come back to me, Steve...

[Steve is currently stuck in his own head, in that terrifying moment that took a hold on his life and changed a good portion of not only himself but his mental being. It's one thing to be scared of monsters when you're little but it's a whole new ballgame when you learn that those monsters are actually very much real.

And out to kill you.

Steve is waiting for another monster to fall from the ceiling at any given second or worse, suddenly appear behind Eddie in a fit of rage. Steve has a bit of experience battling one so surely he could fight off another, right?

He would have to if that meant keeping Eddie safe.

The sudden grab to his wrist startles Steve for a second, he even jumps slightly but his eyes remain to focus on the other teen standing directly in front of him. The softness of Eddie's voice and the gentle words yank Steve back into reality.

He blinks his eyes a little and it takes him a good minute to realize where he is, still is.]

H-Huh?

[ It scares Eddie, to see what happened to Steve for a moment there. He isn't sure what he should do or say now that it looks like Steve is back to reality.

He still looks terrified, and Eddie worried one wrong move will have Steve bolting. ]

You were gone there for a second. Kept saying "it's not here, it's not here." [ He frowns as he lets go of Steve reluctantly. As much as he would love to keep him anchored here, he fears that when Steve realizes he's been physically touching Steve, that will just cause Steve to blow him off, find some other drug dealer to give him ketamine. ]

Are you...are you sure you're good to go?

[Well, that was fucking embarrassing now that Steve has tumbled back into reality and is now aware of his surrounding. He blinks his eyes a few times just to be sure that both of them are safe and the lights flickering was an accident.

Shit. He feels like a complete idiot right now and he's sure Eddie thinks that he's insane. Both hands drag down his still bruised face as he tries to sooth himself down from his near panic attack.

He clears his throat after a moment passes.]

Uh? Yeah. Yeah, I'm good. I just need a moment if that's cool? Then I'll be outta here.

[ Strangely enough, Eddie doesn't think he's insane. Probably because he's been in Steve's shoes, to a point. The strangest things can be triggering. Eddie's even spent the first few weeks living with Uncle Wayne refusing to leave the trailer for fear of what might trigger him if he dared to step outside the safety of its walls. ]

Take all the time you need. [ Eddie offers a weak smile, gesturing towards the living room. ] You can sit on the couch if you want. You want water or something?

[ He's sympathetic, is what it boils down to. Whatever Steve is going through, it seems like he is going through it alone, and Eddie just wishes he knew what to say to help Steve feel like he can be safe here. But, he also knows it takes time to earn that kind of trust, so he can't fault Steve for just wanting to get to some place where he will be safe. ]

[The monster isn't here. Steve was perfectly safe as was Eddie. But that reassurance doesn't stop Steve's heart from beating uncontrollably against his ears or the twisted knots that's formed within his tight abdomen. Clearly he feels embarrassed with the way his hands drag down his still wounded face as he tries to gather himself. He doesn't even know how to begin apologizing or explaining himself.

Too his surprise Eddie seems more focused on Steve's well being instead of an explanation. ]

Thanks.

[He's hesitant going into the living room at first, eyes flickering back up at the ceiling and around the room as if he were still waiting for the creature to show itself. A few minutes pass before Steve proceeds towards the couch, fingers tugging anxiously along the sleeve of his shirt. His heart has yet to fall back into normal rhythm but at least his breathing is steady.

His hands begin to clinch into fists as he falls back along the sofa. He doesn't need to fret over the safety of the kids, they were fine. The monsters were gone, right?

Right.]

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