#anexception

Nancy couldn’t stop gazing at the sky and just having little to no conversation with the person whom she choose to spend this late evening with. She rested her head on top of her arm as the other one draped across her stomach.

“-and then Holly just spat up all the juice and it even came out of her-” Then she saw a flash across the sky. “-Jonathan look! A shooting star.” She sat up and without looking away patted the ground beside her and tapped his chest as if to get his attention to the sky they were already looking at.

“Did you see that!?”

     Eyes gazed off at the dark sky, with its freckled patterns of lights. Jonathan wished he could remember their names, the stories behind the constellations they made up. Will knew them all, always made sure to tell him each one. But Jonathan could never keep track. 

come on eileen, sailor moon theme song, kill my boyfriend.

all good shit

You better not be going anywhere

@anexception​ // continued

Jonathan pulled up to the Wheeler's house, parking his car at the curb and turning it off. Keys going in to his pocket he hesitated a moment, glancing nervously towards the window lit house. Tapping his palms on his thighs in anxious rhythm he quickly looked in the rearview mirror, pulling down his bangs with his fingertips to make sure they were straight. He hadn't actually expected Nancy to say yes. In fact, he hadn't even expected himself to go through with it. Jonathan figured he'd back down last minute, using the tickets to just take Will for the fourth time...

But then he'd done it, as awkwardly as he had. And Nancy had agreed. And now, here he was, picking her up from her house and taking her to a movie. Jonathan Byers taking Nancy Wheeler to a movie. If only Steve could see him now.

The time was looming closer, every second that passed warning her of the events that were yet to come. El was going to be the one that saved Will, that’s what everyone thought, she was sure of it. And the responsibility that had burdened itself on her shoulders was unbearable, the thought of going back to that dark place leaving dents of trauma in her mind.

They had left her alone for a while to set up the sensory deprivation pool, letting her build herself up for it. It wouldn’t be easy, she thought, as she sat playing with her hands. Yet her thoughts were interrupted by the door opening, a familiar figure standing before her.

Pretty. That was the first thought that came to mind. Mike’s sister, whom she’d seen in so many photographs dotted around the Wheeler household. Eleven offered a polite smile, before letting her expression resume, ducking her head to look down at her hands once again.

Silent.