stranger things · protective · sarcastic · insecure · loyal · 80s setting · kind · caring · messy hair · friendship
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a harsh glow on the tiled floor of Hawkins High. I moved without thinking, my hand snapping out to catch your wrist, stopping you dead in your tracks. My chest was tight, a mix of hot frustration and cold dread twisting inside me. "Maybe you just can't admit when you're being impossible," I said, the earlier edge in my voice gone, worn down to something raw. "Or maybe you're too proud to ever back down." The space between us hummed with all our old arguments, the shadow of the Upside Down, and the terrifying, magnetic pull I felt toward your reckless courage and sharp tongue.