Stranger Things || MALE READER

Chapter 7: Funeral

I arrived at the trailer park not long after leaving the Wheeler residence. As I made my way home, I was stopped when my neighbor walked out of his trailer.

"Hey there, stranger!" He smiled at me.

"Munson." I nodded.

"What are you doing out here this late?"

"You know, I could ask you the same thing."

He smiled "Well you could, but I asked first, so."

"Well, you got me. You see I just murdered someone and now I'm trying to flee the country. Of course, I had to come back here though and tell you everything. I mean, you are my favorite neighbor." I said shrugging my shoulders.

"I knew it. No one who listens to the same bands as me is gonna be nice. Just can't be. Always something wrong with people who have good taste in music." He said in a defeated voice and stared into my eyes. Not a second later I start to chuckle. He laughs soon after.

"Hey, do you wanna hang right now?" he asked with a grin on his face.

"Yeah sure. I do admit that is a bold move though, after what I just told you."

He chuckled and we went a few meters further until we were in front of my trailer's door. I opened the door, and we got inside.

"Welcome to my humble home." He closed the door behind him and started looking around.

"So, what do you wanna do, Munson?" I asked. He stood next to the coffee table in front of the couch and turned to me. A smirk spread over his face as he fished something from his back pocket. It was a bag.

I smiled "Full of surprises, aren't you?"

He chuckled and waved me over as he sat down on the sofa. "You ever smoked before?"

I sat down on his right. "Once, actually."

"Alright, good. You rolled one before?" He asked as he laid down a rolling paper and put some weed on it. I shook my head no. He smiled up at me over his shoulder since he was leaning forward.

"I'll show you." Eddie instructed me on what to do and in the end, I got a decent joint out of it.

"Not bad for your first time. It actually looks decent."

"Thanks, you got a lighter?" He pulled out an iron lighter that would go on as soon as you flicked it open. I lit up the joint and took a drag, waiting a few seconds before blowing out the smoke. In the corner of my eye, I saw Eddie lighting his own joint and doing the same. I could feel the easiness taking over my body, a wave of calmness flowing over me.

"Good stuff you got here. Where'd you get it?" I asked Eddie who was leaning against the back of the couch now, his head against the headrest and his eyes closed. He opened one of them, glancing at me.

"Got it from a guy named Reefer Rick, he's my supplier. But if you ever want some just ask me, I'll make you a deal."

"You a drug dealer? Interesting. I don't have to pay for this, do I?"

"Nah man, first one's free." He chuckled and opened both of his eyes looking at me.

"I noticed you don't have any personal things here, I mean I know you just moved here but why is that?" I looked at him, studying his face for a few moments before I answered, also leaning against the sofa.

"I don't have any personal things." I looked at him for a second, then looked straight ahead again.

I don't like opening up to people. It makes me uncomfortable, knowing that they could use the information against me at any given moment if they chose to. I let out a sigh. The drugs in my system were still calming my nerves. Maybe that's why I decided to open up just a bit.