[DISCONTINUED]
"Why don't we just stay like this forever?"
"You want to stay with me forever?"
"Of course"
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After a year of being in Italy the Harringtons move back to Hawkins and hit resume on the lives they paused...
Will their alre...
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𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐥𝐞
♥ ♥ ♥ August 26th 1985
Graceland Harrington
I pull up to the trailer park and look around. I'm so thankful that my parents left their car here. Now Steve doesn't have to drive me everywhere. But he still insists on taking me to school.
I park next to the trailer I'm hoping is his and grab my bag. I get out, close the door behind me and walk up to the door.
I knock and hear a loud crash inside. I slightly jump and furrow my brows. I stand on my tippy toes and try to see through the window.
As I do the door opens and I see Eddie, he's pulling a shirt over his head. When he meets my gaze he stops his movements. "This is a surprise" he says. "Is it? You invited me" I say.
"I didn't think you'd actually come" he states. "Come in though" he says and moves out of the doorway. I walk in and look around.
I see broken glass on the counter and slightly shake my head.
"Nice hats" I say and look at thousands of hats hanging in the wall. "Thanks, they are my uncles" he explains.
"You live with your uncle?" I ask and turn to him. He nods. "Yup, but usually he's not home. He's a truck driver so he goes around the states" he says and smiles.
"Do you want anything to drink?" He asks. "Uhh, could I have some water" I ask. He nods and goes to his kitchen.
I watch him closely as he fills a cup with water. He's seems nervous, why? He's all flirt flirt flirt at school but the minute we're alone he's all clamped up.
He walks over to me and hands me the cup. I smile and take a sip. "Thanks" I say. "Do you want to sit down" he asks and motions towards his couch. I nod and we take a seat.
"So..." I say after a long, painfully, awkward five minutes of silence. "So..." he whispers.
"Want to smoke some weed?" He asks and sits up straight. I lightly laugh. "What?" He asks with a smile. "This is awkward and I'm not high so it's making it worse" he explains and rubs the back of his neck.
"So you've been high each time we've talked then?" I ask. If he's never acted this nervous before, it indicates to me that he's never been sober while talking with me. He nods "except the first time, I got high after your brother came to get you" he laughs.
