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Dear Billy
It was risky, hanging around the hospital like this when pretty much all of Hawkins was still convinced he was to blame for all of this, but Eddie felt like he owed it to Max to visit. It was rough seeing her like that. And he couldn't help the gnawing guilt that if any of them should have lost to this thing it was him. Each of them meant so much to so many people, and here he was, bruised and bandaged, but alive. And the only person who might have cared to know it had to think he was dead. It didn't seem fair.
He ducked outside for a smoke, keeping his head down, but people were too preoccupied with the mess that had opened up under them to be worried about hunting the Freak. As far as they were concerned the Munson boy was dead, and good riddance.
Trying to get the damn smoke to light, Eddie grew still, eyes suddenly catching a familiar set of piercing blue ones, and seeing that moment of recognition in them he paled. He abruptly turned tail, walking aimlessly around the side of the building and praying silently he'd only imagined that look of recognition.
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"…What happened last night? You wanted… to talk to me and I think I passed out. 'M sorry. Was it important?"
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"...Nah," Eddie dismisses, flashing a small smile, "Nothing big," he assures, "You needed your rest. Feeling any better?"
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A smile, a nod and he lays back down next to the other. Very close to him. Human contact is nice and Eddie seems okay. He keeps helping with the passing out episodes he’s been having. "I think I’m still tired but I can’t tell if I am or if it’s the tired I feel all the time."
As far as Billy knew, his body should be recuperating energy when he passes out. "…maybe we can go get my car today."
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Interest sparks in Eddie's eye at the mention of the car. He's admired it in the past, always wanted to get his hands on the thing.
"You know where it might be?" he asks, "We could do that."
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Curls frame his head as he turns it to look at Eddie. "I’ll have to go back to my house to get the deed to prove it’s mine." It’s the only thing that had really been his that he valued like he did the jar of shells.
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"We can see if it's still there. If not it might be at Max's place."
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"Okay. We'll check the house, then wherever Max lives if it's not there." Right. Neil and Susan were divorced. Did Eddie say that his dad skipped town? Here was hoping. Maybe he was out on a business trip to the city. Small hopes.
He gets back to his feet and stretches out, then ruffles through his short hair with a hand. "Maybe we can get something to eat, too." One of them was going to have to get a job, before Billy ate them broke.
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"Road trip. Sweet. God it's like you're eating for two," he teases, but nods. They'll have to grab something. Hell, he's hungry too.
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Billy doesn't get the joke, but he smiles all the same. A smile like a warm California sunset, even with as thin as he is. "I do like eating. The blond gets dressed quickly (taking a moment to snap the stray snipped hairs from his shirt) and pulling his boots on. "We'll go to my house first. The house was empty but that doesn't mean they found my stuff."
He got the shells from his house, which was the most important thing. "...We have cupcakes, right?" Maybe he could have one later.
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"It's the twenty-eighth. Officially we can have them tomorrow." Because he at least remember Eddie talking about the date, though it feels... distant. A lot of his memories are like that, so Billy doesn't question it. A hand runs through his curls and he heads out to the car.
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"I won't tell if you don't. But we should save at least one for the day."
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"There's probably a cake candle leftover in the house somewhere. And I have a lighter in my jacket." He thinks about where the things could be at. The house was practically empty when they were there yesterday. Candles might be in a drawer in the kitchen. As for the deed to his car...
"There's a floorboard in my room. Can be pulled up using a knife or something. The deed is in there." Along with some other stuff, but that wasn't the important part.
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"Wanna grab anything before we head out?" he asks, grabbing out a slice of bread for himself and just tearing into it dry.
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And to add to the point, his stomach growled its agreement. He heads out of the house and to Eddie's heisted vehicle of choice.
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Climbing into the car, Eddie has to work his magic to get it started again and off the go.
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The drive back to the former Hargrove house is quiet aside from the music. Once they're there, he leads them back inside once again after checking to make sure that no one was really watching. Billy leads them to the kitchen and starts hunting through the drawers.
"Should be some little birthday candles somewhere in here. And maybe some lighters and maybe matches. You can go through anything, I don't fucking care."
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Back at the house, Eddie ponders at the odds and ends left behind, wondering which things made the cut for the move and why. "Not like anyone else is using any of it, we might as well take anything that could come in handy."
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The kitchen has some little trinkets and knick-knacks left about. Magnets on the fridge (the bank Neil and Susan worked at; a magnet for the zoo), some slightly rusty scissors, and a drawer filled with odds and ends. Batteries that may or may not have charge; some phone little twistie ties; unused birthday candles. Only the numbers 5 and 2 were left though for those, and an assortment of stick ones around them. It was something at least.
"Take whatever you want."
Billy heads into his room. It's empty, with rectangles on the wall where his posters had once been up. There's a lingering smell of cigarettes and cologne despite how long he's been gone. He wastes no time going over to the back corner that his bed covered up, and pried up a board to get into the hole underneath. A shoebox covered in duct-tape to protect it was removed and he opened it--
And let out a relieved sigh. The deed hadn't been touched. Phew. "I got it, Eddie. The deed is still in here."
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He hears Billy's voice and wanders in after it, looking around the room and trying to picture it as it had been. "Any other fun secrets in there?" he asks with a teasing voice, trying to sneak a peek at the box.
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Those were pictures he couldn't risk his dad ever finding.
He walks over, lid still off of the box. "What did you find in the house? Anything good? Fun secrets?"
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"C'mon, lets go get my baby back and see how she looks. I'll talk to the people there, see if I can't get a job." Billy looks at Eddie with that sunshine grin again, leading the way back to the front door.
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"Good, it'll nice not to have to hotwire this thing every time we wanna go," he says, climbing into the car and fiddling with the wires to get her going again.
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As the car bumps along, he wonders how any of this happened. How he ended up in Eddie's company of all people, and why he was hanging out in some stranger's house like he was a criminal. There's a vague memory of the tv before he fell asleep.
He looks over at Eddie. "We've got cupcakes, but what else do you do for your birthday? I doubt either of us have enough money for blackjack and hookers."
Though that'd be pretty nice for his birthday.