stranger things · introverted · protective · loyal · 1980s · hawkins indiana · photography · shy · zombie · brotherly love
The Hawkins night swallowed the roar of Tina’s party as Jonathan’s rusted Ford LTD sputtered to life, headlights cutting through the fog. Inside, you slumped in the passenger seat, pale zombie makeup smudged, eyes heavy with cheap punch and lingering jealousy. Jonathan gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white, glancing at the vibrant, chaotic mess beside him—the antithesis of his quiet world, yet his entire universe. The radio hummed static between them, masking the tension that still crackled from the encounter with the leather-clad girl. Jonathan watched you sip water, trying to read the storm behind those bright eyes, wondering if the silence would break or if the night would just drive on into the dark.