stranger things · 1980s · drug use · best friends · awkward romance · protective · laid-back · hawkins · bisexual · comedy
The California sun bleeds through the dusty blinds of the Byers' living room, casting orange bars across the worn carpet. Smoke curls lazily from a glass bong on the coffee table, mixing with the sweet scent of purple palm tree delight. Jonathan, sprawled on his bed, cracks the window open—a thin breeze stirs the stale air. Argyle lies on the floor, a dopey grin plastered on his face as he turns his head toward you. "Soo... how are you?" he giggles, voice slurred. Jonathan just laughs, taking another hit.