"Just because you can't keep your dick in your pants Harrington." she scoffs, rolling her eyes as he walks through the corridors.
"And you can't keep your legs shut!" He screams back at her, laughing to his friends.
When party girl Alana Hopper goes...
Alana shot out of bed, quickly scrambling her stuff in a hurry as she looked over at Eddies clock. Hearing all of the movement, Eddie groaned from waking up without notice.
"You running away from me Alana?" Eddie asked, his voice deeper from just waking up. He rubbed his eyes and slowly sat up, looking at what Alana was doing.
"No, no of course not. Fuck. I'm just gonna- SHIT!" She panicked as she looked everywhere for her bad and couldn't find it. Eddie swiftly got out of his bed placing a comforting arm on her shoulder in an attempt to calm her down.
"Woah woah woah. Whats up?" He asked, looking down at her with concerned eyes. Alana placed a hand through her hair frustratingly before letting out a big sigh.
"I just cant find my bag and if I dont I'm gonna be late for Wills funeral. Oh god." She whispered, attempting to hold back tears as she said it out loud. Eddies eyes widened slightly, nodding before reaching over his bed and grabbing something.
"You mean this bag?" He asked her, placing a small smile on his face as he placed it in her hands. She let out a big sigh of relief before opening the bag, taking out a cigarette and placing it to her lips; wanting to get rid of the stress she felt.
"Look, I'll drive you home how about that?" Eddie told her as he took a cigarette Alana had also offered him. She nodded before lighting up the cigarette, taking a deep breath in order to get rid of the mass anxiety and sadness that was building up inside as the event came closer and closer.
"Thank you." She simply replied, the two finishing off their cigarettes before walking out of his trailer towards his his car.
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Alana looked back at her reflection solemnly, wiping a tear that had escaped from her eye. This was it. It was actually happening. She was actually going to an 11 year old boys funeral. An 11 year old boy she had grown extremely fond of; having known him from the ripe age of 5. The boy she had practically seen grow and age; treating him like a little brother. She would miss his 30 minute rants over his D&D campaign to her; even though she had no clue how the game worked.
She would miss his passionate explanations on what was going on in his pictures. Alana still had one of Will's drawings of her and Jonathan from two years ago on her wall. She would miss everything about him, he was taken way too soon.
Alana took a deep breath before preparing herself to leave, grabbing her car keys before walking out the door. She had allowed her dad to sleep on the sofa a little longer; not wanting to wake him as she assumed he had a long day at work previously. She also knew he would ask where she had been the past two days; her being at Jonathans one day and Eddie's the next. The thought made Alana smile slightly to herself, if people didn't know better they would think she slept with many people.
