Is There Someone Else? | Stranger Things 4

VI

Delilah
As Steve pulled away, I stepped out of the boat almost losing my balance as my footing became lazy. "Are you this much of a lightweight or are you just clumsy?" Eddie asked, guiding me to stand against the counter.

"Honestly I think it might be a little bit of both mixed in with about 2 days of sleep deprivation." I laughed rubbing my eyes.

"2 days for you too huh?" He asked crossing his arms over his chest. I nodded.

"I just can't, I'm too scared of what could happen while I'm sleeping." I sighed going to sit on our crate, waving Eddie over.

"What about during the day? Is that any easier?" Eddie asked sitting next to me slowly.

"No, it feels like, like every muscle in my body is cemented, like I can just feel eyes all over my body at all times, my heart is always racing," I said staring off blankly.

"Paranoia, trauma, it's all a bitch isn't it?" He said quietly. I looked over to him and looked him over.

"I can imagine you have your fair share of trauma? I mean I saw the thing, I haven't been you know... killed or anything." I said folding my hands and pressing them to my forehead.

"Let's call it even, you're being stalked by that thing and I've seen it mangle somebody." He said moving his hair around.

"Eddie, how do you just seem to ignore it, it seems like the weight is completely off your shoulders," I asked looking him in the eyes.

"Because I have a little bit of help." He said getting up and going to a shelf. In his hands, he picked up a little wooden box, nothing special just a wood box with a line of black trim on the lid. "Weed."

I scoffed. "You know I should've expected you to say that." He laughed and sat back down next to me.

  "Lucky for me Rick left some behind in here for the utmost dire circumstances and I'd say watching someone's limbs break calls for that," Eddie said pulling out a lighter and one of the blunts.

  "What's it supposed to do?" I asked a little bit intrigued. His eyebrows raised.

  "Are you saying you wanna try?" He said with a little smirk playing on his face. I scoffed.

  "I mean if it's this saving grace like you say I can't help but be curious, how does it help you?" I asked crossing my legs.

  "Well it's a little bit different for a lot of people but for the most part, it sets you free from your problems, it brings you back down to earth when you feel like you're spiraling out of control which I guess that's ironic wording considering it gets you high." He said lighting the end of it and taking it in, pausing before turning his head away and blowing out smoke.

  His hand extended to me offering me some. I plucked the blunt from his fingers and was about to smoke it when he stopped me. "Do you know how to properly take a hit?"

  "I didn't realize there was a right way," I said laughing. He smiled and shook his head.

  "Let me teach you. So take a breath in and hold it, then breathe in through your nose until all the smoke goes to your lungs." He said as I took a hit following his instructions. "Woah Woah, easy there, you've got a very low tolerance, you'll be gone."

  I breathed out all the smoke coughing and doubling over a little. He rubbed my back gently. "When do I feel things?" I asked sitting back up and handing the blunt back.

  "I guess we'll wait and see." He said smiling and taking in another hit. "So uh I've been meaning to ask, what's going on with you and Harrington, you two have a weird little dynamic there?"