![]() The antenna was starting to bend at an odd angle from how she had thrown it onto her bed and accidentally sat on it. She had left a channel open and he could hear the static noise blasting from it. She patted the walkie-talkie stuffed in her pocket and Will tried not to visibly cringe. They act like they haven’t seen you in years instead of just three days.”Įl blushed, pleased. So he smiled and nudged his arm into hers, projecting some cheerfulness into his voice. He couldn’t stand to see the downcast look on her face. Having to watch all her friends grow and learn without her. But Will could tell that it was beginning to eat at her now. She had originally told El that it was because she needed time to grieve, but Will knew that the real reason was because his mom was afraid of all the things that could potentially go wrong out in the open.Įl had agreed at first, too relieved that Hopper was alive to care. His mom had made the unanimous decision to keep her from school at least one more year. Since then, El hadn’t left his side, only coming home from the hospital to shower and sleep. Hopper had been presumed dead for two weeks after the events at Starcourt until Murray had pestered Doctor Owens enough that he’d convinced him to send men down to find the body, which was when they had found Hopper, barely conscious, lying on the floor of what had once been Scoops Ahoy. Will bit the inside of his cheek, unsure how to respond. “How was school?” She asked him, tilting her head. Though he used to have them from smiling. He knew he had the same lines around his face. She seemed like an ordinary teenage girl, except for the dark depths of her eyes and the serious lines on her face from frowning. ![]() Her feet were even covered in bright pink socks, stopping just below her knees. Her hair was down to her collarbones now, curling at the end in little ringlets. She had a black tank top underneath it, tucked into light blue jeans. She was dressed in one of his flannels, a light yellow one with faded grey stripes. She was standing in the middle of the entryway and a sunbeam was shining over the top of her, filtering in through the blinds in the kitchen window. Will slid past her and bumped the door closed with his hip. He peered inside and made eye contact with El, who was standing with her arms folded, looking down at him menacingly. The door opened before his hand ever made contact with the doorknob. He kicked at a rock and sent it flying into the ditch, then stepped onto the sidewalk. If he squinted he could see the heat rising off of the ground. As he walked he observed the cracks in the road, some zig zagging off in their own direction, others forming a crooked spider web across the dark tar. He hiked his backpack further up his shoulders and crossed the street to get to his house. It was like someone had taken control over his nervous system, winding him up and watching him shake and rattle like some sort of ballerina doll. He still jumped at dark corners and stared suspiciously at swaying trees. It just seemed like his body was having a harder time adjusting. Though he didn’t feel anything besides the slickness of his sweat collecting just underneath his hairline. He rubbed at the back of his neck, agitated. It was the middle of August and Will was baking to death in the dry heat, but he could still feel the cold biting at his heels, sticking to him like a shadow. There was a leftover of something sinister in the air. After all, how do you kill something that’s intertwined with the very root of Hawkins without affecting the real world? But you can’t flush out a virus once it’s already been spread. You can burn all the vines and close all the gates. I’ve racked my brain trying to understand what’s going on with you but I just don’t get it! We’re supposed to be best friends but lately it’s only felt like that on my side of things.” _ But now there’s nothing taking you away but you still aren’t here. Like at least then we knew how to bring you back. “Everytime I just get you back you end up leaving again. If the outburst took him by surprise, he didn’t show it. “You’re always making stupid promises that you can’t keep.” But you never actually mean it.” He flung his hands out, gesturing at him. Switches Rapidly Between Romance And Tragedyīyler Big Bang 2022 Stats: Published: Completed: Words: 56467 Chapters: 3/3 Comments: 50 Kudos: 193 Bookmarks: 49 Hits: 2683.Hawkins National Laboratory (Stranger Things).The Inherent Romanticism Of Bucket Lists. ![]() Hints of Barbara “Barb” Holland/Nancy Wheeler.Will Byers Is Connected To The Upside Down.Eleven | Jane Hopper & Jim "Chief" Hopper.Jonathan Byers & Joyce Byers & Will Byers & Eleven | Jane Hopper.Eleven | Jane Hopper/Maxine "Max" Mayfield.
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