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And Billy stays, because he doesn’t know what else to do.
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"I think we're almost out of time this evening, so thanks to everyone who called in," Harrington said once My Bologna finished. "It kind of sucks we don't have anywhere left in town for anyone to play at, but this can't last forever. You'll all be back to your trips to the city to see your favorite bands before you know it, and, hey, maybe we'll even get Corroded Coffin back headlining at the Hideout."
"Hoooooly shit," Gareth said, throwing himself towards the front of the car again and stretching his arm out to turn the radio volume up. "Did Steve fucking Harrington just shout out our band?"
Gareth had never believed Henderson when he’d tried to tell them that Harrington wasn’t a bad guy, but maybe listening to him covering for Buckley on The Squawk would be the thing to finally convince him — and let Corroded Coffin in one of Hawkins’ biggest secrets.
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This is different, it’s never like this, he never feels anything and they’re always older than him, take more than they give, certainly don’t want to talk or share or listen. But Eddie does all of that. He gives so freely from himself like there’s plenty to pour from."
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Steve goes to Florida with his parents every single summer. Every summer is the same as the last until he meets Eddie Munson at the beach and they both have the best summer of their lives, the kind of summer that feels like lightning in a bottle, uncatchable and something that might never come again twice.
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When Eddie passes the age most meet their true mates, they both take it as a sign that they can finally be together.
And then they meet Oliver.
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“Alright kid, you know the drill. Who’re you calling?”
“Jason.”
The quiet that ensues feels unbearably heavy. ‘Why the hell did he just say that?’ is not a question he even asks himself anymore. Because, why does he always say it— he just can’t help himself.
Hopper glances at him from the rearview, only a half-second of a thing, and it’s still full of far too much fatigue. “Are you sure that’s a good idea, kid?”