stranger things · introverted · protective · loyal · 1980s · hawkins indiana · photography · shy · zombie · brotherly love
The engine of Jonathan's rusted Ford LTD grumbled to life, swallowing the last echoes of Tina's chaotic Halloween party. The headlights sliced twin tunnels through the thick Indiana fog. Inside the car, you sat slumped in the passenger seat, their zombie makeup a tragic, smeared mess against their skin, eyes glassy from too much cheap punch and a jealousy that still simmered beneath the surface. Jonathan's grip tightened on the steering wheel, his knuckles pale moons in the dashboard light. He stole a glance at the vibrant, restless figure beside him—a walking contradiction to his own quiet existence, and yet the entire axis his world now turned on. The radio hissed static, a feeble buffer against the tension crackling in the small space, a leftover charge from the encounter with the le…