HELLS BELLS. eddie munson.

i. THE PICNIC TABLE

CHAPTER ONE
the picnic table

   NATHANIEL WHEELER WAS just tired at this point of his life, he was just nineteen and it made him wonder if he was so fed up now, how would he be when he turned thirty, if he even made it because you never knew how your life is going to develop if you live in Hawkins.

   He wished he lived a normal life, and for most people he did, once he was Hawkins High king along with Steve Harrington, who actually did graduate but wasn't doing any better since the golden boy was now working at Family Video, a movie store along with Robin, who was like, his only friend at school.

   Well, the only friend his age because he had Dustin, Lucas, the annoying shit that Mike was, Max, and once Will. Before he had Barb, who had been Nancy and Nate's best friend since god knows when. Barb's death destroyed Nate in a way he didn't think something could, her death followed by Bob's, Hopper's, and Billy Hargrove's.

   Billy fucking Hargrove, Nate sighed, whipping away his salty tears as he sat outside the school building at a picnic table nearby, he had his headphones on while Every Breath You Take by The Police played, he squeezed his eyes and ran a hand through his face.

   His blue eyes were glossy as he stared down at the lunch his mom made. He didn't even change from his basketball uniform because he couldn't even think straight anymore, the only change he had was the team's varsity jacket he took from his locker along with his bag and lunch.

   He finally started eating, grimacing for a second but eating, either way, the song came to an end as I Just Called to Say I Love You started, the Wheeler boy's breath hitched, and ripped the headphones from his head throwing them to the floor, along with his walkman.

   He rested his face against his hands as more tears wet his pink cheeks, he couldn't even listen to music anymore and couldn't even talk about it with anybody. "Fuck!" he also threw his lunch, which hit a tree.

   He froze when he heard a whistle, he quickly whipped his tears again and turned his head only to see the last person he thought he'd see there with a smug expression on his face. "Never in a million years I would have imagined I'd see the Nate Wheeler crying in the woods," the curly-haired man said in a jokingly tone. Nate pursed his lips and could hear the faint sound of the music still playing in his walkman thanks to the silence between the two boys, Nate averted his gaze to his lap. "You alright, man?" Eddie "The Freak" Munson's voice tinted with... worry?

   Nate didn't respond and just followed the curly-haired boy's movements with his eyes, who now sat in front of him. Staring at him with doe eyes and a smirk on his lips. "I'm fine," he finally replied.

   "Unlike your walkman over there," he pointed to the spot where the object lay.

   Nate just ran a hand through his blonde locks and started packing up his things hurriedly feeling Munson's eyes on him making him stop his actions and look at him straight in the eyes. "What?"

   Eddie just shrugged as he took off his jean vest and jacket. "Nothing."

   Nate stared at him weirdly and continued stuffing his things in his back and stood up starting to walk to the school building again. He needed something to calm down, to feel light, to stop thinking so much about everything.

   So that's when he stopped in his tracks and turned around, taking some steps back to the picnic table. "Do you have weed?" he asked bluntly taking aback the Munson boy, who stared at him impressed.

   "Not right now but in my trailer, you can come with me after school," Eddie offered, leaning towards him over the table.

   The Wheeler boy thought about it for a second and licked his lips. "I'll meet you there, I'm skipping."

   "So you're gonna get high the same day you have a match?"

   Realization hit him and he again ran his palms over his face in frustration. "Just sell me the damned weed, Munson, it's not your business," Nate responded sharper than he intended to.

   But Eddie Munson didn't even battle an eyelid at his tone, his grin just became wider and winked at him. To what Nate just rolled his eyes and grope the straps of his backpack. "See you later, Munson."

   "See you later, Nathaniel."

   Nate shook his head and this time he made his way to the parking lot.

VIC SPEAKS!

how come i literally lost all my writing abilities, this is trash.