DISCONTINUED
Alina Fairgrieves-Byers and Gabriel Burton have learned to expect the worst, but that doesn't make things less disappointing.
𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄
( 𝐎𝐂 𝐗 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑 )
( 𝐎𝐂 𝐗 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐘𝐄...
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angela's punishment
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For someone who was quite literally designated as the town freak, Eddie Munson ended up having a lot of friends. In fact, he had so many that Alina, Max, and Dustin all had to make several calls, searching for the person he might have holed up with. It was exhausting work, and made more so by the fact that most people they talked to were super weird. The first person Alina spoke to spent ten minutes raving about The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the 8th Dimension, and then immediately fell asleep. The second was definitely popping pills, and barely paid attention to anything Alina asked.
When she got to the third name on her list, she dialled the number without any real hope. As she held the phone up to her ear, she thought, not for the first or second or even tenth time that day, of Lucas. Apparently, she hadn't been the only one to try to reach him—Max had, too. Presumably, he was still out with his friends, but Alina couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't gone to find her yet. According to his father, he'd been planning to meet her at the airport. What had happened to make him change his mind?
She just... if she was being honest, she really just wanted to leave here and go find him. She wanted to let someone else deal with this awful murder case, someone older and more experienced and who wasn't a literal fifteen-year-old girl. She wanted to go on a normal date with Lucas to the arcade or a restaurant. Even if she could never be a normal teenager—that ship had long sailed—she wanted to pretend, just for a little while. Why was she never given that opportunity?
Fortunately, before her thoughts could spiral further—and they certainly would, if left to their own devices—someone picked up the phone. A smooth, low, masculine voice drifted into her ears.
"Gareth the Great, saving damsels in distress since 1978. How may I help you?"
Alina immediately made a face. "Hi. This is, uh, Alina Fairgrieves-Byers. You don't know me. But Dustin told me that you're friends with Eddie Munson?"
