December 21st, 1985

Wisps of smoke curled around them as they sat on Eddie's bed. Lorraine's back was leaning against the wall, a pillow propped comfortably just behind her back. Her legs leaned over his, bent to allow her to continue writing in the notebook she had been writing in. Deep Purple played in the background, softly, just enough to make out Ian's voice.

She took the join to her lips, taking a small, quick drag before lifting her gaze to his and handing it over to him. Eddie smiled, blinking slowly like he was in a dream. Though the sun couldn't shine through the red cloth that hung over the window, it flooded the room with a red hew that washed over her. Her eyes gleamed as she smiled, giving a soft giggle.

He leaned over to grab the joint, taking in a long drag. "When you become a famous author, we have to go somewhere." He smiled, leaving the joint in the ashtray placed beside him.

"Well, that's if I finish it. And someone wants to read it." She smiled, continuing to furiously write.

Eddie smiled, caressing the leg that laid on him, giving it a quick squeeze.

"What do you want to do after you graduate?" She asked, making Eddie's demeanor change slightly. He really didn't know, he never asked himself that question. Sitting there watching Lorraine, he had a faint idea of what life he'd like to have.

"I don't know, I don't really care." He shrugged, continuing to run his fingertips lightly against her skin. "Maybe go on the road, you know? I wanna see everything. I wanna go to concerts and play music." He trailed on, now tapping his fingers to the rhythm of the music in the background.

"Doesn't sound like you have a plan." She smirked, leaving the pencil she had in her hand on the sheets beside her. Lorraine leaned in a little, grabbing his hand and intertwining her fingers with his.

"As long as you're there, honestly…" Eddie said, softly, a small smile creeping on his face. He could feel the rush of blood starting to pool around his cheeks.

"Then its a plan." She smiled, setting the notebook to a side and pulling on Eddie's hand. He happily complied and placed himself between her legs, leaning his chest on her stomach. He cradled himself on his elbows, leaning his forehead on her chest.

"We'll get out of here, and we'll travel, and we'll do whatever the hell we want." She smiled, taking her hands to his head and playing with his dark curls.

Eddie closed his eyes, taking a picture of the very moment as it happened. He didn't want to forget the feeling of being safe, belonging, being wanted by someone so fondly and so selflessly. He raised his head to look at Lorraine. He looked deeply into her red stained eyes, smiling from ear to ear.

"God, I love you Lorry."

She laughed, cupping his face in her hands, "I love you too, Eddie."

Lorraine waited for Eddie to call when the gig had finished, even now that it was almost ten o'clock at night. She looked on from her living room window, hoping to see his van ride up the cold hard ground of the trailer park, seeing him jump out excitedly.

"He's probably fine." Robin said, as she caressed her back. She lent her chin on the top of the couch, her eyes slowly closing from how tired she was.

"Yeah, I guess." She mumbled, before turning to look at Robin. "Thanks for staying, I'm sorry if the party wasn't as you expected."

"Oh, shut up," She scoffed. "It was great, I had fun being with you and Steve. And well, Dustin, too, he's adorable. And Steve seemed comfortable with you and that's good, you guys should hang out more, and that way we can form our own little club." She rambled on, Lorraine smiling widely. She loved when Robin didn't stop talking, not regretting a single word that entered her head and left her tongue.

"I'm glad, and I'm happy you were here to celebrate, too." She smiled, grabbing Robin's hand and squeezing it.

Steve emerged from the bathroom, fixing his hair as he started to put on his coat. "You okay here, Lorraine?"

"Yeah", she smiled forcefully. She had, actually, gotten along pretty well with Steve during their little birthday party. He was actually quite sweet and caring, especially towards Dustin and Robin. Lorraine could tell that he cared deeply for them, and anyone who could care so deeply couldn't be that half bad.

"But go home, it's late." She said, continuing her sentence and pushing out her thoughts.

"You're right," she nodded, squeezing Lorraine's hand back. She turned and put on her coat as she waved goodbye, walking behind Steve as they left the trailer.

Lorraine placed her chin on the couch once more, looking out and watching her new friends get into Steve's car and driving off. The engine filled the trailer park, but quickly fell silent once more as they drove off. She was hoping to hear Eddie's van roll up, as she blinked slowly fighting off the urge to sleep.

She felt her face fall from her hand, waking up suddenly. She was confused for a moment, scrunching her brows wondering where she was, what time it was. Lorraine looked at the clock that hung on the wall just beside the couch. It was three in the morning.

She wiped some drool that sat on her cheek, looking around the room. The lights were off, the door to her father's bedroom closed. Still confused, she looked out the window, over to Eddie's house.

His van was now parked in its usual place. She sighed, relieved that at least she knew where he was. Lorraine took her hands and rubbed her eyes, trying to wipe away how tired she was feeling. Shaking her head a bit she looked back at the trailer, the lights were out, except for a small glow coming from the opac window; she knew exactly who was up.

Without thinking, she stood up and grabbed her coat from the coat hanger. She opened the door quietly, slowly, not wanting to disturb her father. She walked across the snow covered ground, the only thing that could be heard was the crunch beneath her feet and the whistle of the wind. She clung to her coat, jogging faster towards the trailer.

Before she rounded the corner of the trailer to reach the window, she hesitated. Why didn't he call? Was it too late? He would've said something, or done something. Her mind was racing with how she had forgotten about his concert, not at all on purpose. She pursed her lips, she was saddened by the thought that Eddie took it badly, she really didn't mean to hurt him that way. She just plainly forgot.

She exhaled deeply, before taking a step around the corner of the trailer and reaching the window. The light was on, casting a deep red around the frame of the trailer and the trees behind her. She knocked softly on the glass with her knuckles, not sure if he was awake or not. Waiting for a moment, she knocked once more. He's probably sleeping. She bit her lip and held her breath, waiting for a movement or a noise. She sighed, hanging her head in defeat.

Just as she was about to turn around and head back home, the screeching of the window filled her ears. She looked up, seeing Eddie's tired, baggy looking eyes. Her lips parted, saddened, he didn't look himself. It didn't look like he had just woken up. Eddie's eyes were a deep red, almost like a mixture of no sleep and smoking.

"Yeah?" He groggly said, leaning against the metal frame. He rolled his head, bending it to one side to scratch his neck.

"Eddie…" She almost whispered, not sure how to take in the situation. "I- I wanted to apologize. I shouldn't have forgotten. It's no excuse I know, it just slipped my mind."

"Yeah, well." He sighed, his eyes looking at her but with a lost gaze. Almost like he wasn't there.

Lorraine didn't hesitate to take a hold of the window frame, placing a foot on the wall of the trailer as she hoisted herself through the window. She fell on his bed, Eddie only moving to let her move freely. She sat up, closing the window and folding her legs.

"Are you okay?" She asked, worried, she had never seen Eddie like this. Although, she has seen this look before.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He said coldly, leaning his back against the window. His gaze was far from her, just looking straight ahead.

"Eddie." She stated forcefully, taking his hand in hers. He was warm compared to the icy touch of her skin, but Eddie didn't take notice at all. He continued to look forward. Eddie sighed deeply and closed his eyes, almost like he was going to sleep.

Eddie's head throbbed, groaning even before he opened his eyes. He knew that it was going to be too bright, his eyes would scream if he opened them. Stretching an arm, he felt someone next to him, fully clothed. Confused, he lifted his head and peaked through one eye.

Beside him lay Lorraine, with her navy blue coat still on, her hair bushy and wild from the night's sleep. He smiled, although he didn't remember a thing last night. Flashes of drinks, cigarettes and the bar was the only thing he could really remember. Not thinking too much of it, he inched his way closer to her and hugged her from behind, hiding his face in her hair.

Eddie felt her immediately move, turning around to face him. He kept his arm wrapped around her, giving her a tired but soft smile. "Morning, babe."

She looked him straight in the eye, sternly. It was like she was angry, but not in a horrible way. It was more a look of concern or maybe even disappointment. He gulped, his smile fading. What the hell did I do?

"Don't do it again, Eddie." She said softly, placing her hands between the pillow and her face. How could she tell?

"I've done it before, I'm not an idiot. Don't do it again." She whispered, her tone was calm and concerned. Eddie froze in place, his eyes dashing from hers to her lips to her nose, not sure what to look at exactly.

"It was only once." He said softly, taking his hand and placing it in her hair, caressing it. She closed her eyes, sighing softly.

"That's what you say at the beginning. Then it's just on weekends, then it's…" She opened her eyes slowly, begging him with her eyes. "Don't do it again."

He simply nodded in agreement. Biting the inside of his lip.

"Next time," she continued, her voice now a little louder than a whisper, "You call me. You talk to me Eddie. You don't go off and try to forget."

He tried to give her a smile, but it came out half-assed. He took his hand and placed it behind her head, pulling her into his chest. Leaning his head on hers, he gave her a kiss on the head, letting his lips linger for a moment.

"It just sucks, sometimes." He whispered, as Lorraine wrapped her arm around him, embracing him tightly. "I don't wanna become like…" He trailed off, pressing his face into her hair. He couldn't muster the words out of his mouth.

"You're not, Eddie." She whispered against his chest, "I know you. You're not him."

Eddie tightened his grip around her, squeezing her as tight as he could. Lorraine returned the hug, placing small kisses around his shirt and neck. He couldn't say it, but he was thanking her. Deep down he knew what she said was true, but sometimes it was just easier to listen to everyone else instead of fighting your own demons.