@getslashed rolled a nat 20!!
in the distance, in the hallways of hawkins high, students scurry through hallways in a rush to make their next class. eddie's not there to witness it. instead, he'd slipped out the door an hour into the day. a day as nice as this shouldn't be WASTED in the confines of that hell!! the woods behind the school are always quiet. a sacred spot of solitude for deals, drinks, && smokes without prying eyes or rats.
he stretches across the picnic bench, white sneakers hanging off the end, curls falling && one arm folded comfortably behind his head. eddie's here a lot, telling by the relaxed demeanour. or maybe that's the joint. a pull is taken, smoke exhaled && drifting into the air before it's handed upwards to beezy, sitting atop the table. " you owe me. " it's a running joke by now. he actually prefers the company than being out here alone, consider that the payment.
the trees above them sway in a light breeze, brown eyes fixated on the sight. yep, this totally beats sitting in history class right now. " if anyone asks, you talked me into coming out here. lured me. i had no choice. hands were tied, life or death. " not that he really cares && besides, nobody will ask. or notice. maybe dustin will by the lunch hour. god, the kid might have an aneurism.
