Wayne breathed a sigh of relief as he pulled into the gravel drive of the Hawkins trailer park. He'd got off work an hour early that day, and was glad to be home before dark for once. Eddie shitty van was parked in the grass as always, but there was another vehicle beside it. A shiny white Sudan with one of those little car air freshener jars hanging from the front mirror.

Goddammit, what's that kid up to know?, Wayne thought. Though, Eddie wasn't much of a kid anymore. That dirty little boy he'd taken in was twenty now, working at the record store. Hell, he'd even graduated high school finally. But that didn't stop the protective father instincts from kicking in as he opened the front door.

And there you were, sitting on the counter. Eddie stood between your legs, laughing until his eyes watered. Wayne wasn't clueless, he knew his nephew liked dudes and he didn't particularly care. He adored Eddie regardless, that was his boy. But it took just one glance to realize that you were Steve's brother. Which meant you were that rich prick Richard Harrinton's son.