Stranger records: I know but I thought that given that they were teenagers, they wouldn't know the exact meaning, so I left it like that. I even ignored the close-in-age exemption thing ^^
grievesforyou: begiging? :D was that supposed to be beginning or begging? :D Seriously though, grammar like that hurts my eyes :D
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Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters and I write for my own pleasure and that of the readers.
"Welcome home guys." Karen greeted her two children as they entered the house, hugging them both. "How was your weekend in Chicago?"
"Over way too fast." Mike said dejected and walked up the stairs to his room.
"What's with him?" Karen wondered, looking at Nancy.
"He's missing El." Nancy told her mom.
"I thought his girlfriend's name was Jane?" Karen looked at her dumbfounded. "She was the chief's adopted daughter, right?"
"Yeah." Nancy nodded, inwardly cursing for her faux pas. "It's a shortening of her middle name, Eleanor."
"Oh, I didn't know that, that's sweet." Karen smiled. "But please tell me something. I never met this girl but Mike seems head over heels in love with her."
"You're going to meet her in a few weeks." Nancy interrupted.
"I know but what's she like?" Karen asked. "Is there something I should know?"
"Not really." Nancy shrugged. "She's a very sweet girl, very polite but she can be very blunt at times."
"Blunt?"
"Yes, her mother homeschooled her until she, I mean her mother, became very ill and couldn't care for Jane anymore." Nancy explained. "That unfortunately led to Jane developing a lack of social skills and while she has come far since then, she sometimes don't know that she shouldn't say certain things out loud."
"So, if she was raised by her mother, how did Chief Hopper ended up adopting her?" Karen wanted to know and Nancy was at a loss for words.
"Her dad and the Chief were best friends in the army." Mike came to rescue, coming into the kitchen to get some juice. "Her dad was killed in Vietnam and the Chief promised to keep an eye on them. When Jane's mom then became ill, the Chief offered to adopt her and it was granted."
"That was very noble of him." Karen admitted and Nancy gave Mike an impressed look at how easily he had spun the story. "Mike, what's going on with your hair?"
"I stopped combing it flat in the morning." Mike shrugged, pulling on one of his locks. "Jane loves it."
"I thought she preferred El." Karen wondered, looking suspicious at her two oldest children, Mike looking sharply at Nancy.
"Don't worry Mike, I told mom already that her middle name is Eleanor and she prefers El."
"Oh, okay." Mike nodded and gave Nancy a look of gratitude. "I didn't want to confuse you, mom."
"It's alright." Karen accepted. "Have you put your clothes into the laundry already?"
"I'll do that now." Mike said and went back upstairs, Nancy directly bringing her luggage to the basement to empty it.
A minute later, Mike followed her down into the basement with his luggage, taking out his used clothing and putting them onto the respective piles for colors and whites. Upending the bag at the end to make sure that all the socks were out, he returned upstairs and closed the door to his room, grabbing the microphone of his Cerebro, activating the machine and waiting until it showed readiness.
"El, do you copy?" he asked into the microphone.
"Mike?" the voice of his love came from the speakers. "Did you get home safe?"
"Yes, we're here." Mike sighed. "God, I miss you."
"I miss you two." El said sadly. "Did you find my surprise in your bag?"
"Uh... no, I didn't actually." Mike told her. "I just took out my clothes to put them into the laundry but I couldn't find anything else. Or was it a piece of clothing?"
"Oh, no, I put it into the other bag with the clothes you bought here." she replied.
"Wait, let me check." Mike said and picked up the second bag, opening it and taking out the new shirts and the swim trunks he had bought before finding an envelope.
"You got it?" El's voice asked.
"Got it." he spoke. "Wait, let me put on the headset, so I have my hands free."
He connected the headset to the Cerebro and sat on his bed, opening the envelope and revealing several pictures. It showed El in a changing booth, wearing various items of clothes and posing in presenting and sometimes sensual fashion. When he got to the end, he choked on his own spit and leaned forward, feeling heat move down his body and end inside his crotch, his erection painfully pushing against his pants.
"Oh my god, you're killing me." he groaned into the mic.
"You like them?" he could hear El grin.
"I love them." he sighed. "I will have to hide those last ones but they're my favorite."
"I'm so happy you like them." she sighed in relief. "I was a bit apprehensive about the last ones."
"Are you kidding?" he gaped with wide eyes at the picture. "You're so beautiful!"
He couldn't take his eyes of those pictures. He thought seeing her in that wonderbra was amazing but the next set of pictures were polaroids and showed her without a bra on at all, some with her covering her breasts with her hands and others with her boldly showing her naked torso. The last few showed her naked from behind, and the thought of how those perfect cheeks felt in his hands almost making him climax just from looked at them.
"I have a question regarding those pictures of you in the wonderbra." he said.
"Hit me." she retorted.
"Who took them and more importantly, who developed them?" he wanted to know.
"Why do you ask?" she asked and he could hear her smile.
"Who saw you like that?"
"Are you jealous?"
"No!" he huffed but knew she wasn't fooled. "Yes! You're mine and only I should get to see you like that."
"What about a doctor?"
"Okay, they can too, if necessary." he conceded. "So, who took these?"
"Max took those where I am in the changing booth." El explained, both touched and turned on by his possessive attitude. "At first I didn't want to but she said she would do it too as a gift for Lucas. We had Nancy develop them. And the last ones I did myself in the bathroom."
"So you two frolicked around in a changing booth half-naked?"
"Not completely half-naked, at least not me." El giggled. "The same changing booth that you rubbed my ass in."
"God, I miss you." he repeated.
"You sure you're not just missing my ass?"
"And your breasts." he added. "The rest is not important."
"Hey!" she gasped, knowing that he was only kidding but enjoying the banter. "Just for that, I will dance half-naked for you but you're not allowed to touch me."
"You wouldn't be that evil, would you?" he gasped in horror at the thought.
"Try me, lover boy." El laughed.
"No thanks, Shirley Temple." he joined in her mirth. "How did that name came about anyway?"
"I think because of my hair at the time." El shrugged, even though he couldn't see it. "And the name stuck apparently."
"So, what are you doing right now?" Mike asked.
"I'm sitting in my room, doing homework." El replied.
"You had homework?"
"Yeah, creative writing class." El confirmed. "And I'm doing it while wearing one of your shirts."
"Ah, so you found them." he chuckled.
"And I'm wearing absolutely nothing underneath it." El added, causing Mike to groan loudly. "Did a moose get into your room?"
"You are evil, you know that?" he whined while El laughed.
"Maybe you should do something about it when I come over on Christmas." El giggled and Mike was kinda relieved right now that she wasn't in the room since he had to open his pants to relieve the pressure his erection caused against his pants, his manhood now sticking out of there like the shift stick in a car.
"Yeah, pure evil." he huffed, his mind whirling with images of things he could do with a naked El. "Damn hormones."
"What was that?" El's voice asked and he cursed, not realizing that he had his finger on the transmitter.
"Uh, nothing." he quickly said and put the more lurid pictures away, trying to find a place to hide them where his mother couldn't find them accidentally. "I'm just trying to figure out where to put those pictures."
"Is that so hard?"
"If I could, I would frame them and display them proudly on my nightstand but that might not be a good idea." Mike chuckled. "And my mom puts the laundry into my cabinets and drawers."
"Under the bed?" El suggested.
"She cleans there." Mike said. "Oh, got an idea."
"Where?"
"I just put them into the picture frames that I already have here." he grinned at his ingeniousness. "Hide them behind the pictures that are already in there."
"Nice." El laughed. "Hide them in plain sight."
"So to speak." he agreed.
"MICHAEL?" his mothers loud voice yelled through the door, making him quickly stuff his penis back into his pants, pulling up his zipper just in time when Karen knocked twice and opened the door. "You want some dinner? I have heated the casserole leftovers with noodles."
"Wow, that sounds delicious." a voice startled Karen.
"What the... who was that?" she asked.
"That was El." Mike chuckled. "On the radio."
"Hi, Misses Wheeler." El's voice came through the radio.
"Uh... hi?" Karen was unsure how to respond.
"You need to talk into this." Mike said and handed her the handheld microphone.
"Hello?" Karen tried again.
"I can hear you." El said.
"So, you're Jane, or El as Nancy told me?" Karen asked.
"Yes, my friends call me El..." El hesitated, not knowing how much Mike had told her about the name.
"No reason to be embarrassed, I think Eleanor is a nice name." Karen said, calming El.
"Thanks." El coughed and pulled her knees to her body, even though Karen couldn't see her but sitting on her bed with only Mike's shirt covering her body while talking to his mother suddenly made her feel self-conscious.
"Mom, here's a few pictures Max took of her when they were shopping." Mike held the non-sexy pictures out for Karen to take. "So you have a face to the voice."
"You're a beautiful girl, El." Karen said, smiling at the happiness her son's girlfriend showed in those pictures.
"Thank you, Misses Wheeler." El said timidly.
"So, you're still coming here for two weeks over Christmas and New Years?"
"Yes?" El tried to say but couldn't stop herself from voicing it like a question. "If you are okay with it."
"Oh, of course I am, since I really want to meet the girl that made my boy take up swimming four times a week." Karen smiled. "I just wanted to know in advance if you have any food preferences and more importantly, allergies that I should be aware of."
"She loves eggos." Mike interjected. "So you could get those and she'll be happy."
"Shut up, Mike." El laughed.
"Yes, dear." Mike grinned.
"Oh, you two are so cute and I am impressed at how well you have Michael under control." Karen smiled.
"Well, I don't have any allergies and I have yet to find a meal I don't like." El told her, if it was up to her, future mother-in-law.
"Good." Karen nodded. "It was nice talking..."
"El, can you help me with something?" another voice came from the speakers.
"Right, mom, in a minute, okay?" El's voice came back. "I'm talking to Mike and Misses Wheeler."
"Oh, can I talk to her for a second?" Joyce's voice came through more clearer now. "Alone?"
"Mike, I'll talk to you later, after you ate." El said and signed off, quickly leaving the bed and grabbing some pants.
"Michael?" Karen looked at her son, who nodded.
"I'm going to the kitchen." Mike nodded and left the room.
"He's gone Joyce, what did you want to talk to me about?" Karen said into the microphone, feeling it weird to talk to someone like that.
"Listen, when Jane joins you during Christmas, do yourself a favor and let her and Mike sleep in his room." Joyce opened without preamble.
"I don't think that's a good idea..." Karen hesitated.
"Karen, they have slept in the same bed while the boys and Max were here." Joyce chuckled. "Believe me, if you give her Nancy's room, you will find them both in her bed or his every morning anyway."
"Joyce, are they already having..."
"Oh, no!" Joyce quickly shut that down. "I mean, I don't know for certain but they don't give off that we-have-done-it vibe."
"Thanks for the info." Karen chuckled. "I guess I will have to have the talk with Michael at some point in the near future though."
"Well, you should have that regardless of him having a girlfriend." Joyce chuckled. "I'll leave you to it."
"And you're still sure to take Nancy during Christmas?" Karen asked. "And why isn't Will coming down too? Or is he staying at another house?"
"Of course I'll have Nancy." Joyce confirmed. "And as for Will, I don't quite know. He said he wanted to spend Christmas here this year."
"Well, don't let me keep you with whatever you needed El for." Karen said. "Goodbye Joyce."
"Oh, you know about Jane's nickname then?" Joyce returned. "Have a nice evening, Karen."
Karen put the microphone down and left her son's room, finding him and Nancy in the kitchen, eating the casserole she had made for Lunch. Ted was asleep on his lay-z-boy, as usual and she sighed at the thought of the type of romance her boy seemed to have with his girlfriend. She thought about her almost transgression with Billy Hargrove, who had died in the fire at the Starcourt Mall that had taken so many lives, young El's adoptive father among them.
"Delicious as usual, mom." Mike complimented his mother. "What did Misses Byers want?"
"She just told me that I shouldn't bother putting you and El in separate rooms since you will spend the night in the same bed anyway." Karen smiled, watching Mike choke on his food and cough hard.
"Breath." Nancy chuckled, hitting him on the back a few times.
"Nothing happened, mom!" Mike quickly said to avoid his mom getting the wrong ideas.
"Still, I think we should have the talk later." Karen told him.
"Uh... you mean the sex talk?" Mike blushed and Nancy looked away, grinning. "That won't be necessary."
"Why not?"
"Steve Harrington already gave us guys the talk." Mike told the half-truth, since even though Steve did tell them all about sex, he also gave them magazines to learn by themselves plus a pretty instructing book.
"Oh, bless that boy." Karen whispered, giving a silent breath of relief and got up, walking into the living room and looking at her sleeping husband.
Two hours later, Mike was getting ready for bed when his father entered his room. It was such a rare occurrence that Mike didn't quite know what to say to him, since he barely talked to his dad anyway due to Ted's penchant to being glued to his lay-z-boy whenever he was home. Mike sat on the bed, looking expectantly at his father, who sat down on Mike's desk chair and looked at his boy.
"Listen, your mother told me that your girlfriend is coming over on Christmas." Ted started. "She told me that you said that you loved her."
"Yes?" Mike asked, wondering where he was going with this.
"I just wanted to make sure that you know what you're saying." Ted sighed. "I was a teenager once, I know what it feels to think you're in love when you're actually not."
"Dad, don't worry." Mike interjected. "I know enough about love to know that I am in love and I know that my feelings for El are a lot different than yours for mom."
"What is that supposed to mean?" Ted leaned back, surprised at Mike's statement.
"I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with El." Mike said resolutely. "I want to be with her every minute. I want to hold her whenever I can. I want to kiss her all the time. I want to start a family with her when the time comes. I want her to be my wife and I want to grow old with her."
"Why do you think me and your mother are different than what you just described?" Ted asked, genuinely confused. "I love your mother."
"Dad, you know what we see when we look at you?"
"Tell me." Ted looked intrigued.
"We see you go to work, never kissing mom goodbye." Mike said, lifting a finger to count. "We see you come home just to get into your lay-z-boy and watch TV until mom has finished making dinner. Then we eat and as soon as we're done, you go back to your chair, watch TV and more often than not, you fall asleep. And if mom wasn't waking you so you could shower and go to bed, you'd sleep all night on that chair. I can't remember a day when you two were kissing. I haven't seen you buy her something nice just because and not because it's her birthday or Christmas or some kind of anniversary. You never go out on dates or..."
"Okay, I see your point." Ted threw up his arms, each of Mike's words hitting him like knifes. "Good night, Michael."
"Night, dad." Mike nodded and watched Ted leave.
As Ted walked to the bathroom, he thought about what his son had just told him. He realized that Michael had been right, that he never really showed his feelings to his wife other than the way he cared for their children. He thought back to his own childhood. His father never really showed any form of emotion to his mother, yet he knew that they loved each other.
His dad simply showed it by working hard to keep a roof over their heads and food on the table and Ted had grown up thinking that this was the way a husband should show his feelings towards his family. But maybe in today's times that wasn't enough anymore. He returned to the bedroom and found his wife already sleeping in bed, joining her and looking at the back of her head, the blond hair spread out behind her.
The next morning, when Karen woke up after Ted had already left for work, she found a single red rose in the bed with a note attached to it with a string.
Yesterday, Mike told me that I'm not expressing my feelings for you the way I should. So this rose is me trying to say that I want to do better and asking for some more patience. - T
A tear forming in her eye, she walked briskly into Mike's room, finding her son packing his schoolbag for the day. She grabbed him and peppered his cheeks with kisses, hugging him tightly while he tried to squirm out of her grip.
"Ew, mom!" he whined. "What's gotten into you?"
"You are such a special boy." Karen gushed and left him alone, Mike only looking confused at her departing form.
"Women!" he huffed and left the house to go to school.
"Trish, you're getting an F." their teacher, Mister Bollocks, said as he was handing out their creative writing essays they had to write over Thanksgiving. "You didn't do your homework."
"What?" Trish shrieked. "But I handed in my essay on Monday like everyone else."
"But you didn't write it." Mister Bollocks stated. "To that end, Jane, you're getting an A+ for yours and another A for the one you wrote for Trish."
"But..." Trish began again but the teacher was having none of it.
"Do you think I'm stupid?" Mister Bollocks asked loudly. "A person's writing is like a fingerprint. And I know the way you write and I know the way Jane writes. And just from the style alone I know that she wrote this essay for you and even though it looks as if she put this together in an afternoon, its quality is still above and beyond."
El liked Mister Bollocks, even though the students made fun of his name, given that it was the British word for nonsense. His first name was Norman, which gave his name an even better meaning because when his first name was shortened to its first two letters, it translated into No Nonsense, which was an exact description of his attitude. He was almost frighteningly fair but he had no qualms about pointing out stupidity when he saw it.
"You can't do that!" Trish gaped. "I'll tell my parents!"
"By all means." Mister Bollocks shrugged. "You think I'm scared of your father?"
"You should be scared of her mother." a boy in the class spoke up. "If she takes a run at you, she'll flatten you against the wall with her bulk."
"Screw you, asshole!" Trish shouted at the boy while the rest laughed.
"Silence!" their teacher shouted. "There won't be any of this juvenile crap in my class. Now, open your books to page one-forty."
El did as he told and opened the book, grinning against the page at the joke the boy did. Trish was one of the girls who were part of what Mike called the bitch squad, girls who were pretty and formed an arrogant group that thought that everyone should bow down to them. She never understood why they would feel the need to do it.
Mike told her every time he saw that she was beautiful and that was enough for her. She never felt the need to hear other boys tell her that, though some in the school already did it. She just thanked them and kept walking, telling the more persistent ones that she had a boyfriend and that they were wasting their time. So far all of them had taken the hint when she never reacted to anything they tried to impress her, especially during P.E. class, except in track and field, where El had quickly shown that nobody could beat her in that.
"You stupid bitch!" Trish cornered her at her locker after the class was over. "You wrote this like you did on purpose to get me into trouble."
"You wanted an essay, I gave you an essay." El shrugged, remembering the day Trish and her group had forced her to do it and El being too inexperienced in school politics to refuse.
"Don't you walk away from me, you whore." Trish growled when El turned to leave.
"Really?" El looked at her. "Whore? I'm not the one who's trying to get into the pants of every member of the football team. Now leave me alone."
"You think you're better than me just because you have a boyfriend?" Trish followed her through the hallway, other students wisely making room but watching the movie that was unfolding.
"Better?" El looked at her while she kept walking. "No. Happier? Yes."
"Lets see how happy you'll be after I drag that boyfriend of yours into my bed and show him what a real woman..." Trish started, causing heat to flare up inside El before the light fixture above them suddenly fell down, directly on Trish's head who went down with blood dripping out of the lacerations she received them the broken light bulb.
As her posse and other students screamed in panic and teachers came running, El quickly left the scene, running out of the school and behind it to the dumpsters, hiding from view and crying. She never wanted to hurt Trish but as soon as that girl said the thing about Mike, the rage inside El pushed forward and her thought of wanting this girl to get what was coming to her led to the lamp coming down.
She was dangerous! Could she in good conscience allow Mike to remain her boyfriend? She thought about running away, away from everything, from Joyce and Will and Jonathan and even from Mike. But when his smiling face came into her head, she couldn't. She didn't want to. She was tired of running, she wanted a life. A life with Mike, who loved her and who had loved her with her powers and without.
Screaming in frustration, she kicked the trash container in front of her. To her shock, the large and heavy object flew a hundred feet away, landing on the grass and burrowing a ditch into the grass. Eyes wide, El started running, quickly leaving the scene before anyone could see her or what she has done.
She really needed to fully learn how to control her powers again.
"Hey mom, hey dad." Dustin greeted the pair working at the arcade this time.
"Steve, our children are back again." Robin called to her friend, who came over.
"Ah, the incomplete party." Steve chuckled, Mike's face turning sad at that, given that El wasn't here. "Where are the others?"
"Lucas and Max are making out, even though they're saying that they are doing homework." Mike shrugged.
"Steve, look at that." Robin grinned. "Our boy has grown up so much."
"Yeah, a year more and we may have to buy him new clothes." Steve chuckled.
"Jesus, you're tall for your age." Robin shook her head.
"What are you two doing here?" Mike asked. "I thought Keith was doing the arcade while you had to stay in the video store."
"Nah, since Robin got him a date, which he bombed by the way, she's the one writing the schedules for the next two months." Steve explained.
"Yeah, though we let him into the arcade two days a week too." Robin added. "So, how was your trip to Chicago."
"Great." Dustin said. "And fun."
"Too short." Mike sighed.
"Aw, our boy is in love." Robin cooed and wrapped her arms around Steve's midriff. "Isn't that cute."
"Yeah, next year he'll ask us about his first time."
"Shut up!" Mike huffed but smiled at the thought of having his first time with El.
"Out of the way, nerd!" a familiar voice interrupted them, Mike closing his eyes.
"Walk around, Troy." Mike said, not in the mood for the bully.
"Uuuh, the nerd has teeth now, has he?" Troy scoffed. "Where's you bodyguard?"
"Get the hell away from me." Mike yelled. "Unless you wanna piss your pants again."
"You little shit!" Troy yelled right back. "You thing just because your tall now that I'm scared of you?"
Troy took a run at Mike who decided that he had enough of the guy. Instead of evading Troy's run or running away himself, he simply put his arm forward, balling his hand into a fist and watching Troy run right into it. His fingers hurt like hell but Troy had it worse, Mike feeling more than hearing the crunch that resulted from Troy's impact.
"OW!" Troy screamed and fell down, blood running from his nose.
"Okay, that's it." Robin said and grabbed a tissue, handing it to Troy. "Get out. You're banned from this establishment for a year."
"What?" Mike shrieked. "That's not fair, I didn't do anything."
"Not you." Robin told him and pointed to the still prone Troy. "Him."
"You're banning me?" Troy asked aghast, sitting up. "Didn't you see what he did?"
"Yes, and we also saw what you did." Steve said and handed Mike an ice pack for his fingers. "Now get out before you get blood on the carpet."
"That was so cool." Dustin whooped once Troy had left the arcade.
"Mike, I'm very disappointed." Robin said. "Violence is never a solution."
"I know." Mike sighed, not having thought that the result would be like this.
"But I'm really proud of you." she added with a grin and held out a token. "You get ten free games."
"Awesome!" Dustin jumped into the air and grabbed the special coin that the arcade had for that.
"Hey Mike, did my... informational magazines help?" Steve grinned.
"Just say your porn magazines." Robin huffed, riffling through Steve's hair.
"Hey, hands off the hair." Steve gasped.
"Yeah, they helped." Mike grinned. "Didn't come far yet though."
"Hey, you're fifteen, so you have time." Steve nodded. "Never push her into anything."
"I don't intend to." Mike agreed and joined Dustin at the machine to get at least one free game.
Slow day at work. Boss understood that it's simply too hot to work for long. So I managed to dribble this out in the last three hours. Don't get used to it :D
It's only a filler chapter but still...
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