There's No Place Like Hawkins//Stranger Things. SH

SEVENTY SIX

Papa

With the Halloween mask covering his face, Eddie peered around the corner of Max's trailer. Once he was sure there was no one around to spot them, he waved the group of teens forward. Cat held onto Steve's arm as they raced through the trailer park, pain shooting through her leg with every step. Racing around the side of the caravan they were planning to borrow, Eddie reached up and slid the window open. After chucking his bag through the window, he climbed through and pulled off the mask. "That was suffocating." He groaned.

Steve lifted Cat up to the window, and Eddie held his hands out for her. Once Eddie had helped Cat slide through and onto the couch, he made his way to the driver's seat. Cat moved out of the way so Steve, Robin and Nancy could climb through. Eddie leaned over, locking the door as the younger teens began to climb into the vehicle. Tiredly, Cat sat herself down in the seat behind Eddie, watching as the boy held a pair of pliers between his teeth as he pulled out a set of wires from under the steering wheel.

"You sure you know what you're doing?" Cat asked, raising an eyebrow at the curly haired boy.

"You don't trust me?" Eddie joked, glancing over his shoulder at her. He turned back to the job at hand, quickly slicing the wires.

Steve wandered over to them, leaning his arm on the back of Eddie's chair. "Where'd you learn how to do this?" He questioned, eyebrows furrowed.

"Well, when the other dads were teaching their kids how to fish or play ball, my old man was teaching me how to hot-wire." The curly haired boy answered as he fiddled around with the wires. "Now, I swore to myself I wouldn't wind up like he did, but now I'm wanted for murder, and soon, grand theft auto." He tapped the two ends of the broken wire together, trying to start the engine. "So, uh, I'm really living up to that Munson name."

Just then Robin came rushing over, leaning over Steve's shoulder to talk to the metalhead. "Hey, uh, Eddie. I'm not sure I love the idea of you driving."

"Oh, I'm just starting this sucker." Eddie turned to look at her. "Harrington's got her. Don't ya, big boy?" He grinned, leaning closer to Steve for a brief moment. The wires in his hand sparked and the engine started up, music blaring from the radio.

"What the hell? Hey! Open this door!" The lady who happened to own the caravan yelled, jumping up from her deck chair and banging her fists against the door.

"Shit!" Cat hissed as Eddie and Steve rushed to swap places.

"It's just a car." Steve whispered to himself as he jumped into the seat. Eddie sat down opposite Cat, hands gripping onto the cabinet fixed to the wall above his head. "Everybody, hang on to something!" Steve yelled, pressing his foot down hard against the pedal.

"Drive, Steve! Drive!" Dustin screamed from the back of the caravan, gripping harshly onto the back of the couch. "Shit, they look pissed." He commented, watching as the two former owners of the caravan began to race after the vehicle.