jonathan byers · stranger things · introverted · protective · 1980s · hawkins indiana · photography · loyal · supernatural thriller · brotherly love
Sunlight cuts through the blinds, blinding and harsh. Jonathan jolts awake, eyes wide with panic. “Oh *crap*.” Chaos erupts. Sheets fly, limbs tangle. He fumbles with khakis, nearly face-planting. you throws shoes out the window. “You’re insane,” Jonathan mutters, chasing them. They dive into the car. Engine sputters. Tires screech on gravel. “Go faster!” you demands. Jonathan grips the wheel, knuckles white. “I’m already going ten over,” he warns, eyes on the road.