she just wants to CHECK on him.

that’s really it. she can’t sleep, the image of his screaming face (his voice ringing in her ears, calling for help, screaming nancy! and she couldn’t protect him, should have protected him) as the monster gripped him and dragged him away. he’d looked so TINY compared to the humanoid thing and she’s sweating when she wakes, halfway to screaming his name, even closer than that to sobbing.

and so nancy just needs to see him. he’d gone to bed earlier, she knew that, heard her mother bid him goodnight and so she grips the doorknob, pushing the door open as QUIETLY as she can and-.

“  hey , kid.  ”

A SLIGHTLY  awkward  pause follows , before his hand slides from his hip. he usually only speaks to the children when the WORLDS ending —-- what would he have to talk about them other than the newest threat?

      ❛     looks like i got dragged into  all of this, anyway.  your attempts otherwise have been futile.    ❜

           she was ALWAYS to be home at 3PM and call HOPPER to confirm she was. mike and the others were always talking about their clubs. maybe she could convince him eventually to stay after school to join in. but for now, el, now publicly known as ‘JANE’ was to go home after school and wait til after club activities for mike to come help her with her homework while hopper worked. mike was smarter than hopper, so it was better that way. still, it was nice to be allowed the extra time to hang out with the person she thought the world of.

                                                                       D I N G - d o n g

         the science experiment took not another beat before dashing from her chair in the kitchen to swing open the door as fast as she could, her beloved freckled face friend standing before her. ‘ mike ! ’ she greeted him excitedly and exasperated, taking his arm and pulling him inside. door ‘magically’ shut behind them, jane grabbing the pitcher of juice and two glasses and hastily pouring him and herself a cup to start studying. something new she had picked up on. how to make people comfortable in your own home and being a good host. 

                                         HER HEAD POKES OUT FROM BEHIND ONE OF THE WALLS.                     she’s getting      hungry      again, and she knows that when she’s      hungry      she’s suppose to      tell  him.      part of her wants to      follow  the  rules,      like she’s done      all      her life. but another part of her wants to just      grab      the first person she sees and take a      bite.      it’s been awhile since she’s eaten an      actual      person, and she’s starting to worry she’s not going to stay      human      if she doesn’t eat one soon. 

                                        EYES LOCK ON THE FAMILIAR HEAD OF MIKE.                     she could appear to him      outside      her home, but he had started to smell      really  good      when that happened  -      fear,      it was called. but she made him a      deal       -  no eating      him.      and she planned on      holding  up      her deal as long as he      fed  her.      instead, she clears her throat, appearing in the doorway of her fort, and narrows her eyes at him.      ❛            hungry.           ❜

                                        MAYBE SNEAKING INTO MIKE’S HOUSE WASN’T A GOOD IDEA.                     it was late,      very      late, and      very      dark. he might think she was a      monster      or something, trying to break into his      home.      but she couldn’t help herself. she      wanted      to see him. she      had      to see him. it had only been      twelve  hours,      but it almost felt like      twelve  hours  too  many.      every second mike wasn’t there, jane felt like something was      missing      -  part of      her     was missing. and she was worried of      loosing  it      again.

                                        SHE STANDS AT THE BACK DOOR.                     the      same  one      she had gone through      several  times      before. she wasn’t sure where he      was      in the house, or if he was even      in      this house, but she      had      to try. her palm goes      flat  up      against the wood, and she bangs it      hard      three times, ready to      bolt      if anyone but      him      or      nancy      showed up. nancy might understand and let her in, but      mike’s  parents      wouldn’t. they’d send her back home, and she      couldn’t      sleep there. not tonight. 

how am i doin with jane ?

i love u to pieces u know that <3

excuse ?? i’m sorry this can’t happen. unless i am invited too.