PLOTTED STARTER for : @boriys
⛧˖ ‒‒‒‒‒ BY THE TIME THAT THE MUSIC from the neighboring party had died down, it was almost three in the morning, the rumbling of a car engine allowing for the shroud of silence to blanket the trailer park after it had rolled off into the distance. Late nights and loud music had become a common occurrence all over town, now that the warm weather had rolled in and school was out for the summer; not that Eddie partook in much of it. He wasn’t much for parties, save for the ones revolving around concert scenes. Wasn’t much of that in bumfuck Hawkins though.
Sleepless nights weren’t unusual for the metalhead, even when the outside world was quiet and the window to his bedroom was comfortably cracked, allowing for a cool breeze to blow gently through the hot summer air that had heated it during the day. Sometimes, no matter how comfortable he was in his bed, his thoughts would keep him awake. The most frustrating part of it all was that half the time, his thoughts were nothing in particular. Just an aimless sequence of nonsense and back-burner bullshit.
Pushing himself out of his bed with an inward groan to protest his own decisions, Eddie slipped into a pair of sweatpants before grabbing a pack of smokes and a lighter from amidst the disorganized mess atop his nightstand. The front door of his modest home creaked as he exited through it to plop down on the dilapidated couch on the paint-chipped porch, a cigarette soon meeting his lips before the end of it was kissed by the flame of his lighter. He’d barely taken a few puffs from it when the sound of an escalating argument shattered the silence, his head raising and his attention pivoting over towards the source of the commotion, just in time to see the neighbor boy retreating from the conflict. Unfortunately, this wasn’t the first time that he’d noticed the red flags between him and his father since they’d taken up residency in the vacant trailer down the street.
The sting of poor parenting was a feeling that he knew all too well, and while he knew better than to try to get in the middle of a mess that was quite obviously none of his business, he also couldn’t stomach the idea of utter silence. Eddie rose to his feet, stepping forward to lean his shoulder against the metal support structure of the awning. ❝ Hey. You, uh … You good, man? ❞ He was careful with his tone, so as not to come across like he was casting his pity down on him, but there was an apparent concern expressed in the vague arch of his brows. So as not to make him feel uncomfortable, he held out the pack of smokes in his hand and gently shook it to offer one. ❝ You just moved in down the road with your old man, right? ❞
