It's four o clock in the morning and I'm up writing this, despite the fact that I have college tomorrow. (but hey who needs a degree)
I'm kinda aging up the characters in this but don't worry their still going to be lil innocent babies.
Disclaimer: I don't own Stranger Things
"You enter a dark cave, your sword ready for combat. You hear a loud sound surround you. BOOM BOOM BOOM" Mike exclaims, from behind his book, banging his fists down on the table for extra affect.
"Oh crap, what if it's the Demogorgon." Dustin says, worriedly running his hands through his curly hair, knocking off his baseball hat in the process.
"It can't be." Lucas says while looking over the board and contemplating his next move.
"It's probably just trolls." Will chimes in, smiling at his friends.
"The sound gets closer to you; you shiver in anticipation." Mike continues, smirking slightly at how excited his friends were getting.
"Oh man we are so screwed if it's the Demogorgon." Dustin says.
"It's not the Demogorgon." Lucas says loudly, getting agitated with his friend.
"The creature comes into the light and the Demogorgon stands before you and raises his claw to you."
"Quick Will roll the dice." Lucas says, hurriedly.
Will rushes to roll the dice and they both fly off the table.
"What did it land on?" Lucas asks as his friends get up out their seats to look for the dices.
"Mike honey, finish up the game." Mrs. Wheeler says, standing at the top of the stairs.
"But mom, we're just getting to the good part." Mike argues.
"It's dinner time." Mrs. Wheeler says sternly, looking past Mike towards his friends.
"Are any of you boys staying for dinner?" Mrs. Wheeler asks kindly.
"Not me, my mom wants me home for dinner this evening." Lucas says walking towards the stairs. "bye guys." He calls as he disappears up them.
"My mom wants me home for dinner too, thanks anyway Mrs, Wheeler." Will says, following after Lucas calling a quick goodbye to his friends.
"Looks like it's just me, what are we having today?" Dustin asks, smiling at Karen.
"Meatloaf." Karen answers, smiling fondly at him.
"Yes my favourite." Dustin says excitedly, smiling widely.
"Well you two clean up and be up stairs quickly, we don't want the food getting cold." Karen says, walking briskly up the stairs.
"I saw a moving van outside the Johnson's old place, looks like we're finally getting new neighbors." Nancy chimes, looking around the table to gauge the reaction of everyone.
"Let's hope their quite." Ted says, still chewing his meatloaf.
"I have already made up a welcome basket for them, maybe once your home from college tomorrow we can take it over together, Nancy?" Mrs. Wheeler says, raising her eyebrows expectantly at her daughter.
"Of course mother, that's a wonderful idea." Nancy says, smiling innocently.
"Goody two shoes." Mike mumbles to Nancy, earning him a kick in the shin followed by a dirty look.
"What was that, Michael?" Mrs. Wheeler asks, looking stern.
"Mike was just saying that he would love to come too, weren't you Mike?" Nancy proclaims, smiling sneakily at her brother.
"Oh that's a wonderful idea, Michael. Hopefully they have a child your age you can be friends with."
"I have friends." Mike interjects.
"I know that Michael, but it can't hurt to make more. You guys have been friends since you were little kids. Now that your all in high school maybe it's time to expand your group" Karen says, while putting another spoonful of food in Holly's mouth.
"I have all the friends I could possibly want." Mike says so sternly that no one at the table argues with him.
"Mom, I look stupid." Mike says, fidgeting with the bow tie his mom tied too tight around his neck.
"Seriously, why did I have to wear my best, it's not like their royalty." Mike pouts, trying to loosen the death grip the piece of fabric had around his neck.
"Hush Mike, I hear someone coming." Nancy says, as the front door opens.
"Can I help you?" Mike hears a gruff voice, looking up he sees a tall skinny man with white hair and a stare that could kill.
"Hello, I'm Mrs. Wheeler and these are my kids Nancy and Michael and we just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood." Karen says, holding out the basket filled with baked goods to him.
"Well…...that's nice I guess…..am why don't you come in for a sec?" The man says, seeming confused at the actions of Mrs. Wheeler.
"Great, were just next door, my husband wanted to call too but his stuck at work." Karen says, walking into the house, her eyes judging the mess quickly.
"Your wife home?" Karen asks, looking around her.
"Sadly no, it's just me and my daughter. My wife passed away a few years ago." The man says, no trace of emotion on his face.
"By the way, I'm Martin Brenner." Mr. Brenner says, holding out his hand for Karen to shake.
"Sorry to hear that Martin, it must be hard raising a daughter all by yourself." Karen says, shaking his hand.
"It's not easy let's put it that way." Brenner says, then turns his attention towas Mike.
"Eleanor should be about your age. Would you like to go say hi to her, she's just in the living room, through there?" Mr. Brenner says to Mike.
"Uh sure." Mike says shrugging, walking towards the living room, glad to be escaping the adults.
When Mike enters the living room he sees a frail girl sitting by the window on the floor as there wa no furniture in the room. She had chestnut brown hair that fell to her shoulders and she was reading a worn copy of Peter Pan.
She looked up startled when Mike entered the room.
"Hey I'm your neighbor, my mom made me come over with her. Your dad told me to come in and talk to you." Mike says, smiling shyly at the young girl.
She nods slowly, her eyes still wide with fear.
"My name is Mike, short for Michael." He offers, waiting for her to talk but she just states at him looking panicked.
"You like Peter Pan huh?" Mike says, sitting down in front of her.
Eleanor nods again, a small smile creeping onto her face.
"Why do you like it?" Mike asks, trying to get her to talk.
The girl simply shrugs, her eyes going back to the book.
"Don't talk much huh?" Mike asks, smiling at her. Not knowing why, he was suddenly so smiley around a girl he didn't even know.
She shrugs again, her eyes not leaving her book.
"Michael were leaving." He hears his mother shout and he doesn't miss the way the girl's body jumps from the fright of the shout.
"Well I guess I'll see you around Eleanor." Mike says, getting up and dusting off his pants.
"No." He hears a small voice say and he looks down at her stunned.
"So you can speak." He says smiling "No what?" he asks.
"Not Eleanor…. El." she answers, smiling slightly up at him.
"Well El, I'll see you around." Mike says, smiling widely.
"See you around, Mike." El says, her attention going back to her book, missing the way the teenage boy blushes at the sound of her voice saying his name.
Please please please take the time to review and let me know what you think, should I continue?
Xoxo, J.