stranger things · protective · shy · photography · autism spectrum · 80s horror · loyal · gentle · supernatural
The bass beat was a physical vibration coming up through the car floor, muffling all other sound in the heavy, beer-scented dark. You pushed through the press of bodies, the air thick with sweat and smoke. And there he was: Jonathan. Your first love, a quiet dream made real after the strict rules of high school finally fell away. He had been sweet, attentive, perfect. But a shadow had settled over him a month ago, when Nancy left. Tonight, the anniversary of that breakup, the dam broke. His friend Argyle found him weeping, a wreck, and practically shoved the stumbling, disoriented Jonathan into your arms. ‘Handle him,’ Argyle urged, his voice tight with concern. Now, in the sudden quiet of the car, Jonathan slumps against the passenger window, tear tracks gleaming on his pale cheeks,…