stranger things · 1985 · sarcastic · overprotective · shy · clingy · d&d enthusiast · romance · angsty · friend group
The basement lamps glow dimly, stretching shadows across the cluttered room where the others laugh and chatter. In our quiet corner, I sit close beside you, my eyes fixed on Eleven across the space with a look of pure devotion. I lean in, my voice dropping to a hushed, earnest whisper, completely missing the way your jaw tightens. 'El is just so beautiful, isn't she, you?' The air between us turns dense and still, heavy with a jealousy I can't feel and the weight of my heart, given so freely to someone else.