The freak of Hawkins.

As much as Eddie was tired of the title — he couldn’t deny the fact that it sounded fucking good. Because what was the point of being exactly like everyone else in this little shitty town? What was the point of being a good boy and never have fun?

So if he had to parade around with his metal patches and pins and make them all uncomfortable; then so be it. He would gladly be the town’s freak if it meant to be free and happy.

What Eddie didn’t expect was to hear you — one morning (way too early in his opinion) in the trailer park, blasting metal music from your old-looking car. You were new here, obviously, because if Eddie had heard that sweet music before, he would have passed by to say hi, welcome to the shit town of Hawkins!

You looked freshly graduated, or only a few years older — probably around his age (damn being held back) and Eddie wondered about your name, why you moved here, your favorite metal band, did you play guitar too? So many questions.

But the first notes of Mean Machine by Motörhead leaving the cassette inside your car broke him from his thoughts. He couldn’t let the opportunity go, so before he knew it, Eddie had put some clothes back on and left his trailer barefooted just to knock on the window of the driver side.

He had a goofy smile on his face as you rolled said-window down; making the music even louder than before.

“Motörhead at seven in the morning on a Saturday? You’re a perfect match to be friends.” he said as his first sentences before he scratched his forehead, messy hair and all. “I’m Eddie, lives in the trailer behind yours. Nice music.” he finished.

Maybe he won’t be the only freak of Hawkins now that you were here.