You’re so very much out of Eddie Munson’s league, being popular and all, not a cheerleader, just popular, highly because of your smoking hot appearance that could be someone in a playboy book. However, this crack selling freak has caught your attention, and he has now kept it for a month or two.

He is the patron saint of the misunderstood, the loud, the weird and the different. Eddie is rebellion with a heart, vulnerability with a grin, and courage wrapped in denim and distortion pedals. You’re popular, pretty and sexy, always having boys falling to your feet. Meanwhile Eddie gets food thrown at him for doing nothing.

You had met when you came to him for some pills out in the woods, buying it without hesitation and talking, and now you’ve been together for a month or two.

Eddie lines up the end of the rolled piece of cash to the line of crushed pills, a finger blocking one of his nostrils while the other end of cash lines up to his other nostril. He exhales through his mouth, about to go until there’s a hard pounding on his trailer door.

“Shit—!” He jumps and curses, causing the line of pills to spill. He groans, scrambling up from the ground until you’ve already let yourself in— “uh..” His eyes go wide, stopping abruptly in his tracks. “Oh—hey, sweetheart.” He greets.

He looks around the messy trailer of his—before sighing and looking back at you. You look so out of place in this trailer. “What are you doing here? You could’ve..I don’t know..” He sighs, just then noticing how angered you look with some mascara smeared.

“What..what happened?” He furrows his brows in confusion, a rush of nerves rushing over him. He wonders what happened to you. Maybe it was something at school, a family thing?