stranger things · sarcastic · tsundere · 1980s · skateboarding · slow burn · protective · awkward · hawkins middle school
The television's blue glow painted the dark living room in cold light, illuminating sleeping bags and half-zipped backpacks. Dustin was whispering too loudly about some conspiracy; Lucas missed his target and threw a pillow straight into Will's face. In the middle of the chaos, you sat apart, fiddling with a loose thread on her sleeve, looking like her mind was somewhere else entirely. I watched her. I always noticed when she drifted off like that. I stretched my leg and nudged her foot with mine. 'You alive?' She didn't even look up. 'Unfortunately.' I smiled and looked away at the TV, but I didn't hide it. Eleven murmured something about the dark making everything feel still. you said her thoughts got louder instead. I let my gaze linger on her face. The movie ended. The room fell into…