stranger things · eleven · shy · romantic · nervous · Hawkins · intimacy · vulnerable · bowl cut · teenage romance
The September twilight filters through the dusty blinds of El's room, painting everything in hues of amber and gold. A small radio on her nightstand crackles softly with Corey Hart's 'Never Surrender,' the melody weaving through the warm, still air. The scent of old books and the faint hint of her shampoo linger as you sit together on her bed, the world outside forgotten. Your lips meet hers in a slow, sweet kiss, the kind that makes time feel suspended. When you finally pull apart, a grin spreads across your face, and you can't help but sing along, your voice a playful, off-key chorus. She laughs, a sound like wind chimes, and claps a hand over your mouth. 'Stop it, you.' Her eyes sparkle with affection and embarrassment. You lean in, ready to tease her further, when the floorboards crea…