Even Stranger Things: Chapter 1.0
Author's note: attempting to create a bridge, a frame-work between season 2 of ST & season 3 of ST. There is no season 3 visible for this television show yet. I'm sure that there is one in development. Anyway, this is purely a fan driven creation designed to fill in the gap, span a little time before we get the next season. Hope readers enjoy, and see it for what it is. Thanks for looking. Z
*********** And So, We Start *************
Was she protected, of courses she was protected. She wouldn't have let Morris drive her out here, out in the middle of nowhere if she hadn't been.
Even still, her mind was already registered. It was concreted that nothing would happen. She would not allow her date to do certain things, things in which he thought that he might have a chance at doing (she hated to break the news to him of how wrong he was)...
Tiffany Bain knew that there may be a certain "activity" on her date's mind. Still, she would maintain control. And, she would not let things cross a point passed that control. She didn't think of herself as a tease, but she also didn't consider herself an "easy target". Still, people in the small town of Hawkins Indiana talked. It might be that they talked in quiet whispers and low tones, but still gossip got around. And, in a place like Hawkins High, small town rumors circulated the most.
She liked Morris, and she may even let him steal a kiss, kiss her neck, lick her ear-lobe (just as if he were licking the cake frosting from a spoon, just to say), but she wouldn't allow him to sample the cake. No, Tiff would not let things get that far.
Morris Carver, he was a good-looking guy, and he had tons of other girls memorized by his deep blue eyes. He was an athlete (playing for the Hawks High baseball team). Still, that didn't mean that she would let him hit a homerun. She would make sure that his count-down, his launch eruption, remained delayed. She would make sure that his rocket remained on the launch-pad.
She may allow him to get to first base (maybe even second, being that this was their second date).
Kissing, hugging, and maybe a little intimacy (a fraction more), she might allow. However, beyond that was still a no-go. No shuttle launch, no blast-off from Cape Canaveral... she was sure.
Anyway, Tiff didn't want to arrive at school on Monday morning and find that the whole senior class knew of what had happened this Friday night.
No, Tiffany Bain was blonde, she was pretty, and she was eighteen, and too, so was her date.
Still, she didn't need any guy telling her that she was his "dream girl". She would throw-up if Morris told her that (she knew how a guy's minds worked).
Tiffany liked Morris. And she knew that landing him (as a boyfriend before graduation), might cement him as her prom date. She was the kind of girl that knew that she could have her pick, her pick of many (any) boy. Well, that wasn't exactly true. She knew that her looks could land her a fish, a good one...however, catching the winning trophy bass, in a tournament, well, that was something that she maybe couldn't do. She was pretty; however, there were other girls prettier.
Tiffany didn't want the quarterback of the football team (there were too many girls vying for Scott Taylor's attention). No, what she wanted, what was most important, was meeting and dating a good guy, someone that she could sit with (after a long day at school), and share the sunset.
Morris was a good guy, and too, he was a good catch. Tiffany considered the thought when he had asked about taking her out into the woods. She had planned for this. There was a "lover's lane" west of Hawkins, and east of Hawkins too. However, the one west was more secluded, more private. If they were going to go out into the woods, this night, she opted for the more private place.
Anyway, here they were, driving down a westbound road leading out of Hawkins. It was already dark, and as Morris drove, he talked, and he had pulled out a bottle of red wine (So, this was his plan).
Tiffany smiled, she actually giggled inside. Of course she knew what he was attempting to do. Still, she felt that she could handle a cup, or two.
(Tiffany was no angel and she didn't want to be one. She had already sampled wine from her parent's liquor cabinet back home, unknown to them of course, and her tolerance for drinking was better that Morris might think...anyway...)
Here they were, driving along whenever her date suddenly turned onto a side street, a street that she wasn't familiar with.
"Morris, where are we going?"
He turned and looked at her, and then grinned.
"There's a spot down here, a great location where you can see the moon just right. Want to see?"
Well of course she wanted to see, so she held her tongue. Still, she would keep a vigilant eye on the situation.
They drove for a few moments, past a couple of secluded homes and buildings, but soon the only light left was the illumination from the headlights of his truck.
Morris finally found a spot and pulled over. It was kind of a dirt road, a through-way that received very little attention from the county's maintenance crew. Tiff looked around.
"I thought that you said we would see the moon from here?"
She looked into her date's eyes, and even in the darkness she could see how richly blue they were. Morris thought quickly.
"Well, we can, it just hasn't gotten here yet. See that space there, between the trees," he pointed, "it's the perfect place where that celestial body arcs across. Just give it a minute or two, or ten, and you'll see. And speaking of celestial bodies..."
Tiffany looked at him. However, she ignored his last statement.
"Sounds like you've been here before," she said. There was a pause...
"I have," he answered. "My brother and I sometimes go hunting out here. And sometimes the best time for that is at night.
"What about the neighbors?"
"What about them? Will Byers, you know that little geek from school; he, his mom, and his older brother live in the last house on the left, before we got here. They're used to hearing noises at night, strange noises. Screams and gunfire, and even moaning,"...this last comment he gave with a smile.
He leaned in closer to his date. He was fishing for a kiss and, Tiffany, well, she wasn't about to stop him. She had prepared herself for this part. She was agreeable, wasn't she? Their eyes closed and they were about an inch away from contact whenever the pretty blonde heard something. It was a sound like someone walking. Tiffany stopped...
"What was that," she questioned?
"What was what?"
"That sound, that noise. You didn't hear it?"
"Tiff, like I said, there are lots of noises out here. It is the woods you know. Creatures and critters and things that go bump in the night. And speaking of bumping..."
"Morry I'm serious. I heard something. Will you go out and check, or not...? Does Sheriff Hopper come out here?"
Morris smirked...
"That knucklehead...Yeah, he might come out sometimes. But usually he's drunk. He's got a cabin not far from here you know. A secret cabin, or so he thinks, but the locals know about it. Anyway, with all the shit that's happened recently...UFOs, bigfoots, alien saucers and even stranger things, and people thinking that he's somehow involved...I think he's keeping a low profile. Wouldn't do him much good as Chief of the Hawkins PD to say that he's seen little green men. That's what my dad says anyway."
Morris again leaned in for that kiss which had been interrupted, and then there was another sound, and this time, he heard it as well...
END PART 1