#lee!jonathan

"Dude, that is the biggest lie you've ever told me."

Jonathan felt his face flush. "I'm not lying!"

Argyle turned towards him slowly then tilted his head. "You expect me to believe that you, Jonathan Byers, are not ticklish?"

"Yes. And why'd you say it like that?" He asked, fidgeting in his chair.

"Both you and your little brother get all awkward when tickling is brought up." Argyle pointed out. "I'm surprised you were even able to say 'ticklish'."

Jonathan gasped at him. "I do not!" He scoffed, voice high-pitched and face red as pepperoni.

Speaking of which, Argyle was hungry. He'd ask about lunch later.

"You're awkward right now, dude!" He gestured to his friend's face. "There's no way you aren’t ticklish!" He enunciated the word with a poke to Jonathan's side.

"H-Hey!" The eldest Byers jumped, bumping his elbow against the passenger door. "Dude!"

Argyle grinned. "See! I was right!" He poked at Jonathan again.

"Hey, dohon't!" He smacked the attack away, but failed to protect himself from the second poke that went for his ribs.

The rain of pokes kept coming, Jonathan barely able to fend half of them off. He was giggling, his ears turning red, and plastering himself against the car door. Argyle kept chuckling along, dodging his feeble blocking in pursuit of laughter.

"Ohokahay! Ihi admihit it!" Jonathan pleaded, flinching hard at the pinch on his spine. "IhI'm tihicklish!"

"Wow, really?" Argyle gasped, focusing his pokes towards his friend's back. "It's totally not obvious."

"AHARGYLE!"

"Alright, I'll stop." He grinned, leaning back to give the poor man some space. "You ok, dude?"

"IhI'm fine." Jonathan huffed, slowly peeling himself off the door. "You didn't need to do that."

"Mmmm, I kinda did. Wanna go grab pizza for lunch?"

Jonathan blinked. "Where'd that come from?" Hr asked, turning on the car.

Argyle smirked at him. "Your face reminded me of pepperoni."

Jonathan's face flushed red as he started driving. "I hate you."