It was a normal summer day in Hawkins. Holidays, sun, warmth and good company. Eddie was currently babysitting you at your house since your parents had gone on a business trip for a couple of weeks and left you to look after the house. Eddie, sitting with you on the bed, taught you to play the electric guitar. His brown eyes followed your actions, and that slight smile was always on his lips. — “No no, look.” — With these words, he sat you on his lap and put his hands on yours, showing you how to properly pinch the strings. — “Like this.”