Wa.yne isn't so bad tho, he goes to that country club far past downtown Hawkins every Friday or so and it ends up leaving me and E.ds alone together.

He usually just strikes up small talk or asks if I have any clothes I need washed because he's doing laundry, it's pretty normal stuff... Boring normal stuff

What isn't so boring however is hearing ed.die pick up a guitar of his with that "sunset" paint job, sweetheart #2 he calls her, attaching the cord then plugging it into a smaller amp in his room.

Then I actually have the pleasure of listening to Ed.die practice any new songs corro.ded co.ffin might pitch to b.ev at that dive bar he plays at that i had talked about.. "the hideout"

I can hear his singing, i uh.

I always forget how beautiful his singing voice is.

It's soft and rough simultaneously, smooth and ridged, cold and warm. I can hear the reverberation in his voice as he holds a note, it's loud and i can just picture his eyes shut in passion as he lets himself get completely lost in the sound he's making with the guitar on his lap and the voicebox in his throat.

It's angelic almost, I even get so lost in the music that I find myself standing at his door. Listening in and not realizing that the door is open. once seeing this, I peek in and just as I thought- the song is over before i know it and his chest is trying to find it's breath.

I made a mistake and pushed the door just a lil too far trying to get a closer look and I ended up tripping over myself and ending up on the floor of ed.dies room like a dumbass.

He let out a pretty loud yelp, almost dropping his guitar on the ground.

letting out a loud weary sigh he gets up and places the black to orange gradient covered guitar on his second dresser in front of the corr.oded cof.fin banner he's said he made back in 8th grade.

"what're you doin? You spyin on me? little creep." he says it with a snark and that stupid crooked smile of his as he glances at me getting up.

"no I just-.."

He's eyeing me, trying to figure out what I might say. He's hesitating on dropping his smile or increasing it depending on what I say next. There's a tint of blush to his cheeks, he's a lil sweaty and sure, this could be attributed to him putting his heart and soul into a solo practice session but I can't help but think it might be due to something else too.. could it be me? I eye him up and down, taking him in completely.

He's on edge, I can tell.

"you play good." I finally say and I can almost hear a faint, thank God come out of his mouth. What did he expect me to say?

"yeah, thanks. You've uh, you've seen me play though.. right? At uh, at the hideout?"

He's nervous.

"I have! you guys are really good but if I'm being honest, I kinda prefer just hearing you play. You sing really good, it's pretty." I realize now how complimentary all that is but it doesn't matter to him because I can see that blush has come back, he's shifting from foot to foot, biting his lip as he tries to fight a bashful- almost cocky smile.

"well thank you, I'm flattered." His eyes are lidded and heavy, he's eyeing me up and down too.

Taking in the thick curves of my fattened hips, my chunky thighs, and i even catch him take a gander at my tubby fingers.

He's.. he's really staring,,, huh..

"you're always welcome to come to the next one, we uh. We're planning this event at the wheelers house? It'd be.." he steps forward, looking down at my chubby digits and holding them in his own ringed hands

"it'd be nice if you came sweetheart."

It's like an arrow to the heart.

No.. a machete to the chest, yeah. But in a really good way! Like if cupid stepped up his game this year- instead of shooting arrows in hearts, he'd probably start launching axes in peoples chests to tell them "HEY YOU'RE IN LOVE NOW."

even when he does it to someone who shouldn't be in love with someone..

Specifically someone who's family you've just gotten adopted into because your parents did a bad job.

Sighh..

He really just..?

.....

Sweetheart? Really??

.......

sweetheart???

He snaps his fingers in my face and I'm unfortunately brought back to reality.

"you ok wolf?" He asks, looking me up and down again God DAMNIT

"yeah.. yeah! I'm fine" I lied.

"I'd love to go, when is it?" I lied again.

"same day we always play, Tuesday at around 5 pm. It'll just be at the wheelers, uh.. you need a ride?" He's hesitant in asking me.

he's seriously doing this to me now? I wasn't prepared for any of this...

"ok uhm, sure! I don't mind being taken, you sure it won't affect you guys being able to set up n' stuff?"

"no, no of course not. I'll bring you early, how about we call it a backstage pass hm? You get to watch my band set up before the big show" He's smiling at me again, he's giving me that look again. That bastard has no business looking at me like that when he's a double super senior in highschool and I'm..

Im...

Fuck, his eyes man.

They're so.. hypnotizing

God...

"babe you there?" He smiles at me, my eyes boring into his as he jumps in front of me trying to get me to respond- a flash of fear at my unresponsiveness comes across his face.

I blink frequently, "huh? Oh.. y-yeah sounds good.." I say trying to reassure him and I look around a bit, trying to ground myself again but then I realize what he just.. called me

and I squint at him.

"did you call me.. babe?" It comes out accusatory which makes ed.die step back and begin to sweat.. he's caught off guard and that question scares him- I can see his uncertainty, this is a make it or break it moment for both of us. Either I give a hint that I liked it and the dumb lil butterflies filling my stomach grows or I act like everyone else in this dumb town and call him a freak or a creep..

I choose the first option.

And so I correct myself "not that I hated it..just.. are we sure it's,, appropriate?"

He looks me up and down, still a lil spooked but he's recovering. "uh.. well," ed.die brings a hand up to hold his chin "I can stop if you want"

he smirks at me, watching as i shake my head at the notion.

"no no! I.. I like it. It's fine.." I look up at him, all nervous with my brows furrowed and my shaky smile, sweat building in my pits and palms.

Ed.die smiles down at me, his eyes flicking farther down past my neck than a 20 year old looking down at someone younger than them by 4 years should be, I can feel his hand on my back travel to a clothed fat roll- it's.. weird.. but.. a good weird?

He goes farther and lands his hand just above my thigh.

"Good," he looks at me with that.. smile.

"Good." He hugs me even closer, if that's even possible, and.. oh fucking hell.

He kisses my forehead.

"so good." He squints his eyes as a taunt, his teeth revealing themselves in a wicked smile as he lets go of me- hearing his uncle's truck door slam closed.

Ed.dies uncle, wa.yne, calls for him as he shuts the front door to their shared trailer.

"comin, I'm comin" ed.die replies as he begins to walk past me, looking back to wink at me before leaving me alone in his room.

Shit.

Oh this..

INFORMATION:

fullname. cherisa "cherry" koch

nicknames. cherry.

gender. cis woman

pronouns. she / her

d.o.b. october 13th, 1991 | ( 33 years old )

astrology. libra ☀ sagittarius ☾  leo ↑

birth place. santa fe, new mexico.

hometown. santa fe, new mexico.

current residence. aurora bay, california. ( @aurorabayaesthetic​ )

occupation. artist.

religion. spiritual.

tattoos. several ( here, here and here ).

piercings. three holes in ears, helix.

marital status. single.

sexual preference. proud pansexual.

family. antoni koch ( father ), nora koch ( mother ), four brothers, three sisters.

children. none.

CHARACTER INSPO:

angela montenegro ( bones ),  mabel mora ( only murders in the building ), gina linetti ( brooklyn nine-nine ), daphne sullivan ( white lotus ), phoebe buffay ( friends ).

PERSONALITY:

+ adventurous, carefree, fun. - flaky, gossipy, insecure.

BIOGRAPHY:

( tw: age difference, abortion mention )

Being the youngest in a family with seven siblings meant that the spotlight was rarely on Cherisa from an early age and she liked it that way. By the point that she was accidentally conceived, her parents were well and truly over the whole "parenting" thing and she was free to do whatever she pleased. The daughter of a Polish history professor and an African-american art teacher, Cherry was raised in a house full of love and art. After her father decided to move the whole family west from Louisana upon his retirement to follow his dream of owning his own horse ranch. Their family bred and broke horses in the middle of the Santa Fe desert, where there was nothing but empty land for as far as the eye could see but they made the most money with guided tours of the best tourism trails in New Mexico. Her childhood was filled with tourists, coming and going, taking a break from their lives and she loved it. Hearing about all their stories and where they'd come from. Personable, bright and cheery, she spent all her life chatting to whoever would listen.

Not particularly interested in anything academic beyond devouring a good book, cherry always preferred things more on the creative side of life. She enjoyed painting, sculpting or putting together art constructions with the random pieces of materials laying around the ranch. She decorated most of their land with her art pieces, a particular enjoyment of the guests that stayed with them.

At the age of seventeen, she was matured into a beautiful young woman and with that came wandering eyes and flirtatious glances from the men who frequented. It was one particular gentleman that visited often that Cherry fell head over heels for. The small glances across the room, the lightest touches from a hand - but nothing ever came from it. She went away to college, studying art but when he returned for the summer of her junior year, there he was.

She didn't mind that he clearly had taken his wedding ring off for the visit, as evident by the tan lines around his finger. Her college girlfriend didn't need to know that she spent the whole summer completely smitten over a man twice her age, but eventually they gave in. They were together just for a week, in secret and away from the prying eyes of her family. But it was enough to completely unravel her.

When he left, Cherry realised that she was pregnant. Too ashamed to tell him, to ruin his life for whatever small love they'd shared. She contemplated keeping it, but knew that her life was only just beginning and so she made the hard choice on her own. Never telling a soul. It bled into her art, this heartbreak was hard on her on so many levels. Eventually, she graduated - choosing to continue on with a masters degree at southwestern college in California.

Away from school, she was producing art in most mediums. Her speciality was large installations that included welding, electrical work and major construction. Cherry chose a nomad lifestyle, moving place to place every year or so - never wanting to settle down too long. She was in constant search of inspiration. Her latest residence is Aurora Bay, where she's renting out a studio space where she is creating art and creating trouble.

POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS:

born and raised in santa fe, new mexico but has moved from place to place after she graduated from college. never known to stay in one place for too long. ( possible connections: old friends, interstate flings, chance encounters )

is currently renting an art studio space in aurora bay where she’s making her art. she specialises in large-scale metalwork sculptures from scrap materials. to get extra money, she also teaches small art classes in her studio. ( possible connections: art buyer, art student, fellow artist )

owns an old vintage 1967 mustang that she got when she was twenty one after selling her first sculpture back when she was living in nevada. she takes great pride in it and knows a little about cars because of it. ( possible connections: motorheads, mechanic )

very much online, posting her art and occasionally some thirst traps. uses online dating apps to find dates or hook ups. ( possible connections: hinge dates, instagram followers, mutuals, art fan. )

above all, cherry loves love. with anyone. she falls head over heels time and time again so her romantic connections would be plentiful. while she’s not necessarily a relationship person, she’d definitely try and make it work with the right person. she’s a proud pansexual as well, so all romantic connections can be any gender. ( possible connections: ex-hook ups, friends with benefits, serious lovers that didn't work out )

her favorite haunts around town are the reef bar as she is a regular for an art work wine, dancing her cares and the night away at oasis nightclub (or crying in the bathroom depending on how the night is going) or at the all-nighter diner eating a vegan burger at 2am. ( possible connections: run-ins, drinking buddies, people she overshares with because she's drunk )

CURRENT CONNECTIONS:

besties with @ponderosus and @lemielewis

is getting married to @ziggykyeons if they're both single at 40

previous hookup and ex-something of @dxnielibxrra (npc)

college girlfriend of @maiaxanderson

close friends with @cricketcampbell, @esmaxdemirci and @coradeveraux

psychologically damaged by @borawinters

casually hooked up with @xlalitax

is christine daaé to @mackmontgomery's phantom of the opera, also her tattoo artist

close friends with @finn-brooks

always talking art with @leomlarson