Eleven was woken up by the thin stream of sunlight hitting her face. It was coming from between crack of the window curtain. She looked at the clock by her bedside, it ticked over to eight thirty. With a deep sigh she stood up from her bed. Flung open her bedroom door with a flick of her head and strolled towards the bathroom.
Her morning routine was simple. When she would wake up, she would go the bathroom to pee. Change out of her pajamas and sit on the couch to watch TV while waiting for Hopper to wake up. After he woke up, they would eat breakfast together. He would then either go to work or watch a few hours of TV with her if it was the weekend.
Eleven looked at Hopper. He was still laying in his bed located in the common room, as Sundays were his days off and he liked to sleep in. She tried to be quiet and continued walking.
"FUCK!" she shouted. Tears sprung up in her eyes. She reached for her foot. She did not notice that the decor of the room had shifted a bit and had hit her big toe on the little table next to the couch.
In her rage she flicked her head and threw the table towards the wall. Causing it to disintegrate into large pieces of wood.
The sudden noise woke Hopper up, before getting the surroundings he had his pistol in his hand. Ready to shoot the intruder.
"Fucking table," Eleven mumbled to herself. Still clutching her foot, looking at her big toe that was hurting.
She had started using the word 'fuck' after hearing Hopper say it. she knew it was a naughty word so only used it when he was at work. But now it got out without a second thought. She felt like it actually relieved the pain.
"What's going on here?" asked Hopper. He had now taken in his surroundings. He saw a distraught Eleven holding her foot next the couch which was missing its end table. Besides the door, he saw pieces of wood that eerily resembled the missing table.
She took a deep breath. "That table," she pointed to the wooden pieces on the floor with her head, "hurt my big toe."
"It fucking hurts," she repeated. Her eyes were still damp from the tears.
"So you decided the best course of action was to throw at the wall?" Hopper asked.
She nodded and looked angrily at the wooden pieces.
He sighed. "Come here, let me see your toe," he said while beckoning her to him. She slowly hopped over to him and sat down on his bed.
Hopper crouched down beside her and looked at the toe curiously. "Do you want a band-aid?" he asked.
"Yes, please," she nodded while wiping away the tears with her arm.
He stood up from his position and went to scavenge the bathroom for band-aids. When he got back he was holding a pink band-aid and put it around her injured toe.
"Come sit down in the kitchen, I'll make us some breakfast."
"Eggos?" she asked hopefully.
"Yea sure."
She sprung up from the bed and quickly started walking towards the kitchen. But, when she put some pressure on her toe, she flinched.
"Fuck," she said again while continuing to walk, but now on the sole of her foot. She sat down at the small dining table and immediately took a hold of her foot again. To look at the toe covered in pink.
After a few minutes the initial shock had passed away and she was patiently waiting for her Eggos.
When Hopper sat down with the plate of Eggos she immediately tried to grab one. But Hopper shoved the plate so that she missed. With a frown, she looked at the Eggos and back at Hopper before flicking her head. One of the Eggos on the plate flew up and she caught it with her teeth. Quickly devouring it.
Hopper sighed. He sometimes wondered how he got stuck with a telekinetic kid. But that thought quickly faded when he saw the big smile on her face after eating the Eggo. He couldn't, not love the kid. However, she cursed multiple times and broke one of the cabin rules .Which he should always enforce. Letting her get away with it will make her push boundaries, something he did not want her to do. Not that she was already trying to push them like any teenager would.
"You know you have to put some of your allowance in the swear jar," he said.
She looked up at him and frowned, then at the jar behind on the kitchen counter that contained money and was labeled 'Swear Jar'.
"Don't want to," she said with a huff.
"You have to, you swore three times."
"Four," she said under her breath.
"What was that?"
"Nothing," she said quickly while getting up and walked towards her room to get three quarters. She put them in the swear jar and forgetting her morning routine she moved to the couch still in her pajamas. With a flick of her head, she turned on the TV to her favorite channel.
That is until ten minutes later she feels the urge to pee. She quickly stood up and ran to the bathroom. She was greeted with a singing Hopper, who was taking a long shower.
"Hurry up," she shouted through the flimsy door, "I have to pee."
Hopper ignored her and continued to sing loudly. After twenty minutes Hopper opened the door. Before he could step outside she rushed passed him towards the toilet. Relieved that she could finally pee.
When she stepped out of the bathroom she looked at Hopper. He was holding pieces of the broken table, putting them next to their firewood.
"Sorry for the table," she mumbled.
"No worries kid. Don't do it again next time though," he said. "Otherwise we won't have any furniture left," he said following it up with a laugh.
At this, she laughed as well and embraced Hopper in a hug.
He ruffled her curly hair. He still couldn't believe it he got a second chance at raising a child. But he was sure as hell that he would do anything to please her. Even if it meant having to buy new furniture or installing new windows. When she broke them with her sometimes scary, but amazing mind.
A/N: Thanks for reading my fic, it's the first one I wrote and actually published. So I hoped you liked it! I got the idea about Eleven stubbing her toe from a prompt on Tumblr by cn4455.
If you find any spelling or grammar mistakes, please tell me! English isn't my native language.