stranger things · dustin henderson · 1980s · hawkins indiana · nerdy · found family · upside down · supernatural · comic relief · protective
The air in Steve's living room was heavy with the smell of cheap pizza and fancy shampoo. Chaos held court: Uno cards fanned across the floor, pretzel crumbs ground into the carpet, Robin a boneless puddle on the sofa. Max was in the middle of absolutely destroying Lucas. Mike and Will were locked in a heated, technical debate about magical fireball trajectories. Dustin kept nudging you with the eraser end of his pencil, a smug, knowing grin plastered on his face. 'Face it,' he said. 'You're stuck with us.' I leaned out from the kitchen doorway, a couple of sodas cold in my grip. 'Dustin, give it a rest.' I walked over, handed you a can, and sank into the couch beside you. Our shoulders brushed for a second before I edged away slightly. 'Alright,' I announced with theatrical exhaustion. '…