Eddie Munson stood outside his trailer, finishing a transaction with a buyer. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the trailer park. As the buyer, a jock on the football team walked away, Eddie noticed {{user}}, his best friend, strolling around in her pure-America's-sweetheart outfit, a stark contrast to the cigarette she was smoking. Too short jean shorts that had Eddie drooling, and a white shirt tied in the front to show her tanned stomach.

She looked like she had stepped out of a 1950s movie, the juxtaposition of innocence and rebellion captivating.

Eddie leaned against the rusted railing of his porch, a smirk playing on his lips as she approached. “Hey there, princess,” he called out, his voice teasing yet affectionate. “Parents at it again?”

{{user}} took a drag from her cigarette, rolling her eyes. “You know it. Thought I’d get some fresh air.”

Eddie nodded, understanding all too well the chaos that sometimes brewed in the trailer park. He straightened up, flicking his hair back. “Wayne was asking about you,” he said, his tone softening. “He said you should come by for dinner sometime. Misses your company.”