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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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[ Eddie had fully planned on continuing to eat his meal in silence despite now having relocated closer to Steve. But that felt weirder somehow, to just be seated at the same table and ignoring each other.

Plus, Steve looked visibly confused, so Eddie just takes his pudding from his lunch along with the spoon and slides it over to Steve. ]

You look like you could use this a hell of a lot more than I would. [ He manages a small smile before letting his face fall neutral again and going back to eating his grapes.

And taking great lengths to avoid choking on them this time. ]

[It isn't every day that Eddie "The Freak" Munson voluntarily joins him for lunch. The two hardly even speak to each other, that alone acknowledge each other's existence. Yes, this was pretty damn confusing and unexpected.

So Steve just waits in curiosity. Did Eddie want something or was he here to mock Steve like all the rest? He sure as hell didn't want Eddie's pity.

What is even happening right now? Munson is actually willing to offer him food when they both know Steve hasn't exactly been all the great towards him. He holds up a hand, waving the offer off.]

I'm good, thanks.

[ Eddie shrugs and retrieves the offered snack. It probably seems weird to everyone else, if they're actually paying attention, for the town freak to be at all nice to a jock that had previously raised hell in the hallways for people like him.

But it also hadn't been Steve doing the harassing. He just stood idly by while Eddie got shoved around. Which really isn't much better, but there's something about Steve that seems different. ]

Suit yourself.

[ He doesn't budge, though. Even if this is the only time that Steve tolerates his presence, he hopes that it makes Steve feel even the slightest bit better. He won't admit it to himself, but he hates seeing Steve look so miserable. That there's the slightest bit of a crush that he just hasn't been able to get rid of.

And when Eddie's finished with his lunch, he bangs his fist gently against the table to announce his departure. ] Well, it's been real, Harrington. We should do this again sometime.

[They most likely aren't paying attention. Everyone is so committed to their conversations to notice. Rather is be getting the daily gossip, tuned into the latest rumor or picking out which pathetic soul to torment in the hallways once lunch is over. Steve's tuned it all out, the noise and the chatter. He's surprised himself that it's been so easy to do when once he used to be so invested in it all.

It's pretty damn peaceful and it gives Steve all the time to realize thar he's officially fallen to the bottom of the food chain.

It doesn't help that he constantly has to see Nancy with Byers, even in the fucking lunch room. How they sit close together, how Byers holds her hand under the table and their fingers lace. Hargrove typically doesn't stay in the cafeteria long once he sets his eyes upon a innocent girl, so at least Steve doesn't have to see his face but Tommy never fails to be as loud and obnoxious as humanly possible.

Jesus Christ.

Munson's words has him snapping back to reality, exhausted eyes flicking back over at the other teen.]

Uh, actually I wanted to ask you something. Word on the street is you got drugs, right?

[ If Eddie weren't the one who technically approached Steve, he probably would have been hurt that this is all Eddie has been reduced to. But of course it is. That's all anyone ever wants him for, is his ability to procure weed and the occasional harder substance for a price.

He sighs as he slumps over a little bit, and sits back down. ]

Yeah, though maybe not so loud, yeah? [ There aren't any teachers within earshot, but he still doesn't trust the rest of the neanderthals in this room. One of them is bound to snitch eventually.

Even if his drug dealing is probably one of the worst kept secrets. ]

Why, you interested in buying?

[It's not like king Steve goes looking for drugs on the daily. He had a reputation to uphold once upon time. Typically Tommy supplied those kind of party favors and usually Steve just stuck to weed. There had only been a few small times Tommy had talked him into something harder. He doesn't make any eye contact with Eddie, he opts to keep his head slightly lowered while his thumb nail digs into the table. ]

Right.

[ This was rather humiliating that Steve had allowed the depression to get this bad but at this point he was well passed caring. He needed to be able to get a little sleep, forget about Nancy Wheeler and the fact she never loved him.

And then there was that monster. That terrifying, disgusting creature. Steve just wanted to be numb.]

Depends on what you got to offer. I need something way stronger than weed.

[ Shit. Things must have been more dire for Steve than Eddie first suspected for him to want something stronger than weed. He isn't the type to gossip, and couldn't really care less normally about what's going on in Steve's life, but...the heart wants what it wants or whatever bullshit Wayne tried to sell him on when he came out to his poor uncle. ]

I don't normally sell anything stronger than weed. [ Eddie explains with a sigh, using his thumb and forefinger to rub at the bridge of his nose. ] This would be a one time thing, but yeah, if you wanna come over outside of school hours, I might have something for you.

[ It's his own personal stash of ketamine, and he wouldn't normally part with it, but Steve looks desperate, and Eddie is weak. He has a feeling he's going to regret this, but -- ]

I can drive you if you don't want your precious Beemer to be seen at the trailer park, or we can meet there, it's up to you.

[Steve can't even look Eddie in the eyes. He feels a mixture of embarrassment, humiliation and ashamed of himself. Christ, he can already feel Eddie judging him by one simple gaze. Since when does popular boy Steve Harrington go around asking for drugs? When did actually become this desperate? He assumes Eddie figures its due to his horrible breakup with Nancy, how his popularity has pretty much ate shit. That Steve isn't capable of handling so many blows at one time.

Steve can't be straightforward, he can't talk about the monsters that lurk under Hawkins. He doesn't want too. He just wants to pretend that night never happened and he can move forward. ]

I can't promise this will be a one time thing.

[If the nightmares don't get better or at least ease up a little. He's got no there choice but to keep trying illegal substances that will actually work. ]

I don't give a shit who sees my Beemer, Munson. I just want the fucking drugs.

[And his reputation is pretty much trash anyways.]

[ Eddie finds it difficult to swallow all of a sudden. He's stuck between wanting to scoop Steve up in his arms and do whatever it takes to make him feel better and giving him a reality check, that he could barely get a hold of the ketamine in the first place and there's not a great chance that he can get a steady supply of it. He has no doubt that Steve can pay for it, but a reliable supplier that doesn't keep ending up in jail is not exactly easy to find these days. ]

Look, I'll tell you what. Stop by my trailer, I'll sell you the K that I have if that's what you really want. I'll even through in some weed at no extra cost. We'll see how that goes, take it from there.

[ And then maybe Eddie can convince him to smoke together and they can find a solution that actually works for Steve. The last thing he wants to see if Steve get hooked on really hard drugs if there's a better solution out there. ]

[Steve doesn't need Eddie's sympathy or pity. Eddie is the last person that should offer him anything considering how Steve has treated him in the past. He doesn't want or need anyone to feel sorry for him all because he's had his crown knocked off his head. He just wants to get through whats left of this shitty school year and hopefully start fresh.

Because shit. ]

I don't need weed, Munson.

[He just needs something strong to shut his mind up and turn off the nightmares, the anxiety. He knows he can't continue forward like this. He's going to lose his sanity.]

So after school?

[ If Steve is going to be stubborn about it, then Eddie isn't going to bother wasting his breath to try and explain that his weed is stronger than what he's probably used to. He didn't waste the good stuff on Tommy, after all.

But there's no point in trying to argue while Steve's made up his mind. ]

After school, [ Eddie echoes, and there's an edge to his voice now as his eyes dart away from Steve, avoiding locking eyes on him. He knows he shouldn't let feelings of any sort get in the way of a perfectly good business transaction. ]

See you then.

[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. ]

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