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I go by Vinyl, they/them pronouns, 21+

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    Watts :  ❛  are you still mad at me?  ❜

                   HONESTLY,    THEIR    TOWN    WASN’T    MUCH,    AND    YET    SO    MUCH    HAD    happened    in    the    past    few    years.    Ever    since    that    boy    disappeared    during    November    something    just    keeps    happening.    Of    course,    she    knew    there    were    more    secrets    that    this    place    didn’t    share.    Like    Hawkins    Lab.    It    was    said    it    was    just    electrical    sciencey    things    that    they    did    inside,    but    she    knew    the    truth.    She    knew    the    truth    without    fully    understanding    it.    Her    mom    told    her.    She    had    proof    of    it    with    just    being    alive.    

                    SHE    LET    OUT    A    SOFT    CHUCKLE    AT    HIS    PERSONALITY.    IT    was    a    much    needed    one    these    days,    “    No    offense    taken,    ”    she    reached    out    a    hand    for    his    own,    “    Indeed    I    was.    Not    really    sure    what    my    plans    are.    Like    if    I    will    leave    this    place    or    stay    here    forever,    ”    the    idea    of    staying    here    forever    wasn’t    a    first    choice,    “    Well,    I    do    hope    people    haven’t    been    treating    you    badly.    Never    fun    to    have    all    eyes    on    you.    Where    are    you    from?  ”

         Jonathan had laid out the basics to Argyle about what kind of place Hawkins was, and generally what they’d been going through before they came out to the west coast. he focused more on the relationships left behind than the events themselves. Argyle got the feeling he was in denial about a lot of things, and it wasn’t in his nature to push for answers. content to vibe and live in the present, Argyle supported his friend hence his presence in the small town his buddy grew up in. for better or worse. his eyebrows shot up at her offered hand, and he answered by throwing his arms around her for a firm, inviting hug. “forgive my west coast manners, but we don’t really shake hands where I come from!” he let her go and beamed down with an easy grin. “I’d show you how to slap some skin, but I figured a hug would be less of a culture shock.” 

the   grin   on   sharona’s   face   widened   as   eddie   finally   agreed   to   her   pleas.   though   she   was   still   hoping   that   after   this   dance   he   would   want   to   stay   a   while   longer.   maybe   she   could   even   convince   him   to   have   one   more   drink   before   he   dragged   her   away   from   the   party.   ❝   cross   my   heart,   munson.   have   i   ever   lied   to   you   ?   ❞   the   question   definitely   rhetorical   since   sharona   has   lied   on   more   than   one   occasion.   once   eddie   finally   gave   her   room   to   dance,   sharona   didn’t   waste   any   time   moving   her   hips   in   time   to   the   music.   the   lyrics   flowing   easily   through   her   lips   as   she   danced   along;   head   head   turning   to   eddie   to   give   him   a   bright   smile.   however,   sharona   didn’t   account   for   the   other   people   in   the   room   and   someone   bumped   right   into   her;   knocking   her   off   her   feet   slightly.   a   frown   settled   on   her   lips   as   she   stared   at   the   offending   presence   and   moved   to   lunge   at   him.   ❝   hey!   watch   where   you   walking,   dickhead   !   ❞   it   wouldn’t   be   a   party   if   sharona   didn’t   try   and   start   a   fight.

this   was   a   side   of   herself   that   sharona   had   rarely   shown   anyone.   her   usual   cool   demeanor   had   melted   away   thanks   to   the   help   of   one   too   many   drinks   that   night.   she   wouldn’t   be   surprised   if   people   at   school   tomorrow   talked   about   it   but   that   was   a   problem   for   future   sharona.   a   pout   formed   on   her   lips   as   he   lifted   her   off   the   ground;   clearly   not   wanting   the   fun   to   be   over   just   yet.   ❝   no   !   ❞   she   whined,   tying   to   wiggle   out   of   his   grasp   so   she   could   grab   another   drink.   ❝   it’s   not   even   that   late   yet   and   people   are   still   dancing.   ❞   almost   as   if   it   was   on   cue,   rock   you   like   a   hurricane   started   blasting   through   the   house.   ❝   OH   !   we   can’t   leave   yet.   we   can’t   !   ❞   sharona   shook   her   head   as   she   tried   to   tug   eddie   in   the   direction   of   the   dance   floor.   ❝   c’mon   just   one   more   dance.   ❞

@othersiders·: how many fingers am i holding up?

brown   eyes   squint   as   the   metalhead   held   his   fingers   in   front   of   her   face.   she   had   taken   quite   the   tumble   from   dancing   on   top   of   the   table;   the   jack   and   cokes   not   really   helping   with   her   balance.   and   she   might   have   hit   her   head   a   little   bit   on   the   way   down.   but   this   was   a   party   !   it   would   be   a   waste   for   her   not   to   get   as   trashed   as   she   possibly   could.   she   leans   a   bit   closer   before   she   finally   responds.   ❝   uh……   three   !   ❞      she   replies   with   confidence;   though   she’s   not   entirely   sure   if   that   was   the   correct   answer.   ❝   hey,   eds,   how   many   fingers   am   i   holding   up   ?   ❞   she   holds   up   her   middle   finger   and   a   laugh   escapes   her   lips;   almost   falling   backwards   again.   yeah,   she   was   definitely   wasted.

               ❝ Easy. Have a really good lookout. ❞

            Shrugging off his the words, the girl knew he meant no malice with them. If anything she was understanding of them. Everyone looked at her like she was a freak, every few weeks she’d disappear and return covered in bruises and needled marks from her stay at the lab. Nobody beyond their close circle of friends had ever asked why she came back like this, and often she knew the ones that did really didn’t care, they were just gossip baiting. “I get it Ed’s I really do. For the first time ever there’s a bigger world out there than just this place.” she sighed, the lingering feeling of her own failure coming to the surface.

Fingers slowly plucked at the peeling paint that was coming away from the table and with a blissful sigh the girl couldn’t help but find a little light at the end of the tunnel. “But can I just say how proud I am of you. Not only are you going to ace Ms O’Donnell’s final, but we’re going to graduate together.” she grinned, nudging him under the table, “And I may or may not have a little surprise for you after we get our diploma’s. A gift to say thank you for putting up with me all these years.” Vicky wasn’t usually the gift giving type, not that she didn’t enjoy doing it, quite the opposite actually but it was just very rare she had any money left over after paying towards the house bills and her constant breakdown fee’s on her precious truck ‘Jerry’.

“Don’t do that.” whispered the girl, a warm flush of pink rising to the surface of her cheeks. “I’m just as lost as you are in this place. I mean…” she sighed, “with Rick in and out of jail every couple of weeks, and working two jobs on top of school. I just— I just get by y’know? Nothing wise or special about it.” admitted the brunette.

         he watched her play with the chipped paint on the table and dropped the plastic fork in favor of taking her hand away from her task. Eddie wasn’t sure if she was fidgeting out of boredom or the momentary shared anxiety as they sat together, but he didn’t want those feelings to weigh her down. turning her hand over, his other hand came up to smooth the lines of her palm with his callused finger tips, roughed up by years of playing guitar. “it was always there, Vick. it just looked different when we were younger, that’s all. all inviting and like a big dish of ice cream we wanted to swim in and eat up. now it’s turning into something kinda scary.” a small grin formed on the corner of his lips as she praised him. shaking out his hair, he waved away her compliment. 

         Eddie continued to draw patterns on her hand, glancing up at her every now and then. “oh stop! it’s not a done deal yet. it still means a lot, and I couldn’t have done it without you. you know that right?” he feigned a great deal of pain and suffering when she nudged him, pretending it hurt more than it did to lighten the mood. he was allergic to being serious when it came to anything but music and DnD. his horror melted into excitement at the mention of a gift. “for moi? what ever could it be, huh? you gotta tell me now. you brought it up! you can’t just leave me hanging like that. it’s cruel and unusual punishment.” 

It was refreshing to hear that Chrissy wasn’t the only one who wanted out of this town. She didn’t know much about Eddie’s home life, but if it were anything like hers, she could empathize with the wanderlust. Her mother was more of a prison warden than a parent and her father was more of a phantom, lingering from time to time but mostly existing as a fleeting presence. If she could leave Hawkins, move somewhere far away and start a new life all on her own terms, she could become something greater. If she had the freedom to fly, she might never come back down.

“I’m thinking of doing the same.” She admitted with a coy smile. She hadn’t told anyone about her plans of leaving, not her parents nor her teammates. Not even Jason knew of her plans to escape the minute her diploma touched her fingers. Chrissy would disappear like a thief in the night, a puff of smoke, leaving a lifetime of memories and broken dreams behind to achieve something real. 

“I was thinking of New Orleans, but it’s still up in the air.” It was a wild choice, she knew, but it was enticing. Hawkins was uptight and boring, and she craved somewhere that was the exact opposite. The drama and lights of New York didn’t interest her much, and neither did the beaches of Miami. San Francisco sounded nice enough to visit, but Chrissy wanted a happy-medium. New Orleans was different enough, far enough, and stranger enough for her. “Where were you thinking? Maybe I’ll hitchhike with you on the way out.”

         ed almost started laughing when she jumped on his band wagon. he automatically pictured her in some ivy league college or maybe even an all girls school depending how uptight her parents were. she’d be tucked away safe getting the best of the best, and it was what she deserved. his heart only clenched when the added thought that she deserved that and more creeped its way into that train of thought. it was a perfect life for a perfect girl, but there was more out there, and she deserved to experience it. so when she started about New Orleans and hitchhiking with him, his heart nearly stopped beating altogether from the shock.

         “I’m sorry, but what are you planning to do in New Orleans? I’m sure there’s much better schools on the east coast. or like, I could totally see you in Beverly Hills with the world at your fingertips,” he grinned madly as he posed like one of those valley girls they’ve seen in the movies. he wasn’t making fun of her in the least, but she was just part of that world in his mind. no doubt when he said he was getting out, she might have pictured him greased up in some garage or working in a dive bar. it’s just the way it was. Eddie clapped his hands and doubled over, folding his arms around his stomach and tilting his face closer to her space. “you wanna catch a ride with me? color me surprised, princess. don’t get me wrong, I’d be honored to offer you my chariot anytime, but are you sure?” his eyes narrowed in suspicion, testing her resolve or seeing if she was only humoring him for this unique conversation.