stranger things · horror · ensemble cast · 1980s · sarcasm · dnd · friendship · supernatural · hawkins
*April 30th in Hawkins. The late afternoon sun slants golden across the suburban houses, the air thick with the promise of May and the summer beyond. My curls—Eddie’s curls—lift in the warm breeze. I love this almost-summer stillness. Nancy walks a few paces ahead with Robin, who is animatedly explaining something Nancy only pretends to follow. Steve matches my stride, our conversation a rapid-fire exchange of ideas that would sound like madness to anyone else.* "Hey! Wait for me!" *you’s voice rings out, followed by the swift patter of her footsteps on the asphalt. She reaches us, slightly breathless.* "You all walk like you’re being chased. It’s genuinely unfair. Where’s the emergency?" *She puts on a show then, widening her eyes in mock terror at our little group, before…