Stranger things a Netfix original series. I own nothing.

A/N: thank you so much for choosing this story! I'm thinking that this will be around 15 chapters long (I'm hoping). Enjoy!

When Eleven heard about the Snow Ball, just the sound of it made her smile. Mike told her all about it, but he didn't make it sound appealing. But, he was only young, and didn't understand love that much, so it would make sense that he would find it "cheesy". But Eleven didn't. She saw it as a time to spend time with someone special. However, as much as she wanted to go, she knew her Papa, Hopper, wouldn't let her because it wasn't following one of the rules she would be out in the open, for everyone to see. But, Eleven decided to make an effort.

While eating eggos with ice cream and chocolate sauce, El thought it would be the perfect time to open up about the Snow Ball

"I want to go to the Snow Ball." She said

"The Snow Ball? What the hell is that?" asked Hopper

"It's a dance. You go with someone you like more than a friend" she replied.

" I'll think about it"

It isn't a no, thought Eleven. She was desperate to go because then, she could see Mike. She only spoke to him once since she went to the upside down. She wished she could talk to him more often, but she knew it was for her own safety. If she wasn't being careful, the bad men may find her, and she'd be back to square one. Also, he friends will be arrested, and there was no way that she was going to let that happen.

She realised how horrible her old Papa used to be after nearing so many thoughtful people who actually cared about her. She now felt happier than ever before.

"Why do you wanna go to this Snow Ball thing anyways?" asked Hopper.

"To see Mike"

Hopper raised one eyebrow. He wasn't very pleased with the idea. He didn't trust Mike because he knew that teenage boys only had one thing in mind when it came to girls, and Hopper didn't like it. Although Mike did seem nice all in all, but Hopper still thought about it. El still didn't know that much about things like that, so Hopper wanted to make sure nothing happens. For her own safety, of course.

Meanwhile, at the Wheeler's house, Mike and his family were having chicken casserole for dinner. Mike poked at it with his fork; he doesn't like chicken casserole.

"Micheal stop playing with your food." Said Mrs Wheeler.

"I'm not playing with it. I just don't like it" replied Mike with a frowning face.

"You should be thankful. I put a lot of effort into this."

Mike rolled his eyes. His mom said that every time she served something he disliked. Even if she bought it from the shop a few blocks away. At least he wasn't as grumpy as he was when Eleven was nowhere to be seen. Whenever Mike felt down, he would always think about Eleven. What was she doing? What is she thinking about? What is she wearing? Is she ok? When is the next time he's going to see her? Those questions where always in Mike's head. He was a very curious person for his age.

Once everyone finished their food, Mike ran downstairs into the basement. The basement bought back good memories, like when him and Eleven first met. The fought was still up, so we're the same blankets. But he regretted some of the things he said to her. He worried if she still remembered, and that maybe it changed the way she looked at him. All Mike wanted is for her to be in his arms. He felt sleepy, so he crawled into the fought and lay there, and closed his eyes. He dreamed about Eleven, them laughing and smiling together. He just wished they weren't dreams and instead reality.