bitchin'.

                    SCHOOL.    she doesn’t know much about it,    but most of the people she considered to be her family had to go.    except in the summertime.    ❛you don’t go to school          when it gets hot outside?❜    she hoped that this meant she could spend more time with them.    more time with him.

                    hopper was working the graveyard shift.    she couldn’t decide whether she was happy that he had insisted she stay at the byers’ home or a little bitter.    but she was comfortable here in the midst of many blankets next to will’s bed.    if only she could sleep.    ❛will?❜    she whispers,    the volume of her own voice surprising her for a moment.    ❛are you awake?❜

                   she’d seen many soaps.    the thought comes as a disclaimer.    she knew a little something about relationships.    they were dramatic and beautiful and happened every day on channel 3 at noon.    so maybe she didn’t.    either way,    it took a lot for her to form the words that she would eventually ask nancy.    ❛you like jonathan.              what is it like?❜  

                   the focus is clear in the furrow to her brows,    the line created between them.    the pen is the object of her stare,    and she can’t help but feel the slightest bit of satisfaction as she watches it hang effortlessly in the air.    that was her.    ❛see?❜     she questions after a moment,    letting the pen fall as her gaze shifts to the man before her. 

                    ORANGE.    ROUND.    BUMPY.    basketball.    she’d seen it before,    sure.     she’d be lying if she said she knew what to do with it.    ❛what is this?❜

                    she eyes the teen with a mix of caution and confusion.    she just doesn’t understand why he’s here.    ❛i don’t need a            babysitter.❜

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