As prompted, mini fic 4. things you said over the phone
“So what do you want to do on Friday?”
“I don’t know, what do you want to do?”
“We could catch a movie?”
“There’s nothing good playing right now.”
“That doesn’t matter.”
“The quality of the movie you see doesn’t matter to you?”
“Not when my primary motivation for going to the movies is to make out with you in the back row.”
“Oh.”
He’s thankful they’re speaking over the phone so she can’t see him blushing. He can however picture her grin at his answer to that suggestion.
“Ewwww!!”
A new voice suddenly breaks in before he has a chance to give a better answer. He’s confused for a split second before Nancy’s angry voice takes over.
“MIKE!!! GET THE HELL OFF THE LINE! OFF!!! RIGHT NOW! I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!! ACTUALLY KILL YOU DEAD, YOU’VE SEEN ME WITH A GUN DON’T THINK I WON’T USE IT!!!”
Next he hears Mike’s snarky laugh and then the sound of a receiver being slammed down. Then Nancy’s groan.
“I’m so sorry about that.”
“It’s okay.”
“Sorry, just hang on a second, I’ll be right back.”
He hears how she puts down the receiver and can make out her footsteps as she marches out of her room. Listening closely he can hear her slam a door open and then the sound of thumping footsteps bounding up the stairs and Mike shouting. Shouting something about “Not Rory!” and Nancy countering with something like “Stop spying then you little pissant!”. Then there’s faint rustling and Mike going “Ow!” before he hears Nancy’s footsteps again and another door slam.
“Sorry about that.”
“Uh, no problem.”
“Where were we?”
“Uh... movies?”
“Right. Well to be fair you do have a point, I could make out with you anywhere so paying for a ticket seems unnecessary.”
“Uh, yes... also um... my mom’s working late on Friday and she’s seeing Hopper after. And I think Will’s supposed to be at your house...”
“Why didn’t you just say so?! We have a plan then.”
“What’s the plan?”
“You, me and an empty house sounds like a plan to me.”
“The best of plans.”
“Right?”
“I’ll cook for you.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I want to.”
“Then I’m going to do what I want to do.”
“Which is?”
“Make you moan so loud you’ll really appreciate that the house is empty.”
“Oh,” he reacts, again. She really has endless ways of flustering him. “O-okay.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“So I’ll see you in the morning...”
“Yeah, see you then.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.”
“...you didn’t hang up!”
“You didn’t hang up either!”
“I know. Wish you were here.”
“Me too.”
“Everything’s much better when you’re here.”
“Same. But we should get to sleep, we’ll see each other sooner then.”
“I suppose... you’re right.”
“Love you.”
“Love you more.”
“Not possible.”
“Hm.”
“Good night.”
“Night. Love you.”
“Love you.”
“Bye.”
“Bye...”
He holds, waiting for the click. It doesn’t come.
