Before I start this chapter (which I think is going to be my new favorite), I'm gonna clarify that Mike and Eleven are around 15 or 16 in this, which would make Holly around 6 I believe.

Also, I own nothing.

Holly had her pink fluffy blanket draped around her shoulders, the floor cold underneath her bare feet as she walked to her brother's room.

"Mike?" She whispered, knocking softly on the door. He didn't open it, but she heard him stirring and figured he was awake. She closed her small hand over the doorknob and opened it slowly, quiet as a mouse.

Mike was awake, alright. But he wasn't alone. There was someone else too, sitting almost of top of her brother and...were they smashing rubbing their faces together? She stared at the slick, short brown hair of the other person. The lighting was incredibly dim, but she thought it could have been...

Will?

The movie just didn't last long enough for Mike and El's liking.

And neither did dinner.

Mike brought up spending another half hour at his house so they could see each other a bit longer. Eleven, of course, agreed right away. Mike's intentions of inviting Eleven up to his room were pure; it was cold in the living room, and his room had a bit more warmth to it. But Mike didn't exactly hesitate to deepen the kiss his girlfriend initiated.

She was pressed against him, her arms wrapped loosely around his neck while his encircled her waist tightly. The pair of them were completely oblivious to the happenings around them -including the quiet click of the doorknob. Mike had leaned back and pulled Eleven on top of him when he heard it:

"Mike?" His baby sister asked as the blanket she was toting fell to the ground. El quickly moved off of Mike.

Mike's face flushed, wondering how long Holly had been standing there, "Holly!"

"What were you doing?" Holly asked, her voice full of curiosity and childlike innocence.

"What do you need, Holly?" Mike stuttered quickly, hoping that it would change the subject.

Fortunately, it worked, "A drink," Holly said.

"Can't Nancy get you a drink?" Mike asked, a little annoyed but not letting it seep through.

"She's at Mindy's," Holly reminded him as she wrapped her blanket back around her.

"Right," Mike said, sighing as he stood up, "C'mon, Holls,"

Mike motioned for Eleven to follow him, and they went with Holly to the kitchen. She perched herself at the table as Mike filled a Disney princess cup with water.

"Can I have juice?" She asked.

"It's past your bed time, Holly. You know you can't have juice this late. Just water,"

Holly frowned a little, but sipped her drink all the same.

"What were you guys doing? In your room?" Holly asked, wiping the water off her lips.

"Wrestling!" Eleven said in a panic. Mike shot her a look, which she responded to with a shrug of her shoulders.

"Wrestling?" Holly said, "Like fighting?"

"Yeah," Mike said.

"With your faces?"

"Yeah," Mike said again, "Face-wrestling. It's a new sport the high school is trying out,"

"Oh," Holly said, "Does Mom know she's here?"

"No!" Mike said quickly, a little too loud, "No. And please don't tell her,"

"Why can't Momma know?"

"She can't. Just, please don't tell her, Holly. Please," Mike pleaded.

"...can I have juice?" Holly asked, sliding her cup over to her big brother.

"If I let you have juice," Mike said, "Will you keep your mouth shut?"

Holly nodded her head, "Yup!"

"Pinky swear?"

"Pinky swear," The little girl nodded, linking her pinky with Mike's and shaking it.

Eleven smiled, marveling at how sweet she found the interactions between the two to be.

"Here's your juice, Holly," Mike said before turning around to face El, "What's that smile for?"

"You," Eleven said, "What's yours for?"

"You," Mike told her, forgetting Holly was there and drawing her closer to him and wrapping her in a hug.

"You smell nice," Eleven said, her face pressed against his chest.

"It's the sweatshirt,"

"Can I keep it?" Eleven teased, although she was only halfway joking.

"Gross!" Holly said, watching the two.

The two stepped away from each other, and Mike cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Sorry, Holly,"

"It's okay," Holly said, "You gave me juice. I have to forgive you,"

"It was adorable, you know," Eleven said as Mike walked her home, "You and your sister,"

"You think everything is adorable," Mike said, nudging her with his elbow.

"Only if it involves you," Eleven said, bopping him on the nose as she stopped on her and Hopper's porch, "Goodnight, Mike,"

Mike placed a short kiss on her lips, "Night, El,"

I really don't like this one all that much, but ya know, it's been ages and I have to give you guys something.