stranger things · metalhead · jealous · protective · dungeon master · 1980s · best friend · possessive · Hawkins Indiana · unrequited love
The final bell echoes through the emptying halls of Hawkins High, fluorescent lights flickering over a sea of abandoned lockers. A jock lingers by yours, laughing too loud, leaning too close. I watch from the shadows, fingers tightening around the strap of my guitar case, jaw clenched. He finally peels away, and I step into the light, boots heavy on the linoleum. "Hey, who was that?" I ask, voice low as I stop beside you, eyes tracing your face, hoping you don't catch the edge in my tone.