Senior year was already stressful with having to worry about graduating, figuring out what lies beyond the high school gates and finding yourself. It was even more stressful when your fathers occupation made you move in the middle of the year causing you to start fresh in the spring of your senior year. Freshly transferred to Hawkins high school. This random town in the middle of Indiana wasn't where you found yourself long to be but hey, once you graduated you could move back to the town where your friends reside. Finally get that chance of freedom you've been grasping for. Your fathers occupation also held you back from the carefree joys of the world.
He was recently hired to be a music pastor at the local church here in hawkins. It paid well and the last guy left claiming the town didn't feel right anymore. Something about a curse. But one thing you loved about your dad and something he passed onto you was that he was stubborn. The claim that the town was haunted made your dad want to move here even more. to prove that Hawkins hasn't seen anything yet. Your family was determined to fit right in.
Your first day of school happened to be within two weeks of spring break. The sun already casted over the entirety of the town and it seemed to bask over you as you stepped out of your car. Pulling on your skirt, you swung your backpack onto your back and headed into the school to get your schedule and get the first day done with.
The principal was too busy to show you around so you were stuck with a schedule and no clue where to go. You had to make friends at some point, might as well start now when you need help. The good thing about moving around your whole life was being good at making friends. Being introverted was something that had to be overcome. You found that it was easiest for you to look around and see if anyone showed similar interest in things they wore or accessorized with. People that had the same interests in you always seemed to gravitate and be the best people to surround yourself with.
The main hallway of Hawkins high was filled with students at their lockers getting ready for the school day. You made your way down, trying to find your newly assigned locker while also observing your new classmates. There were a group of cheerleaders dressed in their white and green uniforms, band members with their instruments, what seemed to be the populars as they were flashing bright colors and trendy hairstyles, and of course the students who seemed to fill in the gaps with natural shades of denim and flannels seemed to blend the hall as if it was a mutual understanding of everyone's place in the school. You, however, couldn't figure out just where you would find yourself. You always got along with everyone. You had a feeling Hawkins High didn't follow the same mindset.
Locker 56. Your locker.
It was currently unavailable as a student leaned up against. He was too busy digging in his pockets for something to notice you standing there. Whatever it was he was looking for obviously wasn't there so he stood up to do a full body search.
"Shit I swear it was-" he mumbled to himself, turning around. When he did you noticed the band Dio's design sewn into his denim vest and you perked up, suddenly finding something to talk about.
You were quiet about your love for rock and metal as it was definitely not something your house would approve of, especially with your dad being the music pastor and rock music being "vulgar and promoted satanic worship" you'd hear your grandma state. That started your journey of finding yourself sneaking certain vinyls onto the record player at the store to hear just what the ruckus was about. What was supposed to be vulgar demon music turned into loud intricate guitar pieces with fun melodies. Plus, it was exhilarating to hide something like that from your family. You just never really had a chance to embrace it which is why it excited you to find someone who obviously branded themselves as a rock fan.
Without thinking, you spoke to the boy.
"The last in line is a good one." He stopped what he was doing and slowly turned around to face the voice that was acknowledging him. You stood there with a smile on your face holding onto your schedule, anticipating a response. He remained silent as his eyes grew big. He had longer dark hair, framing his face and soft brown eyes that seemed to be glued to yours. He held a cigarette in his hand which is what he was looking for in his pockets. Assuming he was confused at your random burst of commentary, you continued.
"The last in line. Dio. your jacket... the dio patch. I assumed you liked Dio. I like the song. last in line."
Silence. The boy in front of you was straight frozen.
"You know, 'we're a laugh without a tear. The hope without the fear." you began to sing the lyrics hoping it would register his memories. "We. are. coming- no?" you began to feel awkward at the silence. He blinked a few times and shook his head.
"I- you know Dio?" he finally spoke up. He couldn't believe a pretty girl just walked up to him and started singing lyrics to one of his favorite songs. He was dreaming.
"Yeah. I like to listen to them sometimes. I'm sorry I didn't even tell you my name, I'm-"
As you went to introduce yourself, your name was pronounced across the hallway. a blonde boy wearing a letterman jacket made his way toward you with a big smile and a big presence.
"My father told me you'd be here today, hi i'm Jason. Welcome to Hawkins." You gave him a shy smile and looked back at the boy in the vest who's facial expression went from confused to annoyed. "Is Eddie here giving you a hard time?"
"No I-"
"He seems to do that. Don't mind him. Come with me, I'll give you a tour and introduce you to some people. You'll fit right in here."
Your dad told you there were some kids from the church that were aware you were coming to give you a warm welcome so of course you had to accept it. But you felt bad leaving the guy you were talking to.
Conflicted, you began to follow Jason while giving the boy a frown. You didn't want to walk away mid-conversation but Eddie, as Jason called him, didn't seem to care as he rolled his eyes and walked off. She shook off the slight embarrassment that came from her starting a conversation with the wrong person on her first day.
Eddie didn't fully take it to heart. Of course Jason had to come in and sweep the girl off her feet before he had the chance to introduce himself. It was too late now as Jason was bound to scare you away from him. He was right, you'd fit in perfect with the dark side. Your bright and warm personality was apparent. You dressed with pleated skirts, soft cardigans and white high tops. You had a bright smile and eyes that saw Eddie as any other student. To you, he wasn't a freak. Not yet.
He couldn't recall the last time someone looked at him with such soft and welcoming eyes. But like most things, it wouldn't last.
This didn't stop him from going to his car for a smoke and slipping a cassette in his player labeled "The Last in Line".
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The Last in Line || Eddie Munson
Fanfiction"you're not who i thought you were" "well you were too busy hating me to notice the real me" "i didn't hate you" "no?" "i was intimidated by you...never would i have thought a pretty girl like you would want to be around me" - in which the new gir...
