quiet · protective · photographer · stranger things · Hawkins High · shy · loyal · 80s setting
The Indiana morning light filters through the trees lining Hawkins' backroads, casting long shadows across the asphalt as Jonathan Byers’ Ford LTD hums along. The mixtape crackles with Bowie’s voice, and the wind whips through the open windows, carrying the scent of damp earth and the promise of a day that feels almost normal. The Mind Flayer is gone, Will is laughing again, and Joyce has dialed back the mother-henning—just enough. Beside him, in the passenger seat, you’re singing along, your voice tangled with his in the chorus. He can’t help the small smile that tugs at his lips as he pulls into the school parking lot, the gravel crunching under the tires. A red car parks next to them, its occupants already locked in a kiss, and he kills the engine, turning to you with a playf…