"Hey, uh, if anyone's there, I think I might be in a bit of trouble here, OK?" he continued. You remember me, right?" he said as he turned away from the window and ducked, settling into a crouch. "Hey, Dustin," he said, voice tense and scared. "They might make a reappearance," he said, and Adrian grimaced. "Those fucking spaghettios," he said, and Eddie's pale face went even paler. "Shit, shit," Eddie muttered, going to the other window to watch the three.Īdrian's stomach did a flip. Eddie dearest, get Dustin on the fucking line," he said, watching the three go to Rick's house. "Oh, what the fuck," Adrian whispered, staring at the wrench, baseball bat and tyre wrench that Jason Carver and his evil dickhead cronies had brought with them. That tiny blond preppy asshole? Well, it had been a while since Adrian had seen him, he doubted Carver was that tiny anymore. Adrian made his way over to Eddie as he ducked out of sight.Īdrian frowned before the name clicked into place. Adrian sat up and saw the way Eddie recoiled, going into a crouch before daring to look out of the window. It was just about to get onto Adrian's nerves when the two heard the sound of a car approaching. Adrian could still smell it.Įddie threw a few things into the can. So there they were, searching the house while Adrian was lying on the floor and Eddie was throwing shit into his stupid empty can of spaghettios. Did the others somehow think that the answers were at the Creel house? Dustin had told them over the radio of what Robin and Nancy had done, gone to talk to Creel to see what he'd done.īut all they'd gotten from him was the house. Dustin had called them, informing them that they were going to check out the old Creel house.Īdrian knew enough about the Creel house, how Victor Creel had supposedly killed his family in a bloody massacre, and now he was rotting away in Pennhurst Mental Hospital. All he and Eddie were doing was waiting around until Dustin and the crew let them know what was going on. He wanted to go and do something, be useful. He was stressed and absolutely hated waiting around. Adrian was trying to rest his eyes, to try and ease his mind.
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