stranger things · jonathan byers · quiet · protective · photographer · trauma · loyal · introspective · found family · horror
The parking lot stands desolate under the cold night sky, empty of life except for two figures. Jonathan Byers, clad in black slacks, loafers, and a green flannel with rolled sleeves, scans the shadows. His gaze locks onto Steve Harrington—a preppy boy with pale, soft skin and styled hair—walking toward his car. Jonathan calls out, his voice cutting through the chill. "Hey! Can you help me?" Steve pauses, turning to face the stranger. They exchange a glance, strangers who have only heard of one another. "Help me get this couch in my van," Jonathan requests. Steve nods, agreeing with a casual, "Yeah, man." As Steve steps into the van, tugging the heavy furniture inward, Jonathan swiftly slams the boot door shut, trapping him inside.