Hey guys I know it's been a while since my last update. SUPER busy with midterms (which are now over! Yay! :D

Also my wife is been feeling sick so naturally been taking care of her.

I've also been trying to think of some ideas for the next arc in this story. Now that Eleven is back there is so much I can do with this. My mind keeps taking me into different directions though which is making it difficult to put things down.

However, here is another chapter to give you guys something while I hammer out some of the details. I do have more written just not polished to where I want it yet.

BTW! Shout out to Candy95, Free Bird, and janeelvenives83 (because you made me laugh!) The reviews are appreciated.

Thanks to everyone for that matter.

Hope you enjoy! Thanks for reading :)

A/N: I changed a couple of things from the previous chapters. Mostly errors in spelling, but I want to keep this as canon as possible, with the exception of Sean and where Eleven has been for the past month. So some of the interaction between Karen and Mike in chapter 1 has been changed.

If you spot any errors that may be conflicting with canon that aren't obvious, then PM me so I can adjust b/c it was probably unintentional. I'm going to re watch the show again soon to polish up my knowledge though.

The next day finally came. Michael's eyes opened and he shot up out of his bed once the sunlight filtered into his room through his shades. The day felt so bright and his room was more colorful then it had ever been. Or at least it felt that way. Quickly, he got dressed and ran downstairs, taking caution to not fall from the run.

"Woah, you're in a hurry!" His father pointed out, walking past the front door and looking up at his son, who was now running into the kitchen, completely bypassing his father. Ted sighed and laughed, shaking his head as he headed outside to take off for work.

Dashing into the kitchen Michael stopped when he saw all the eyes glaring at him. "Michael, slow it down." His mother commanded, shaking the skillet she was wielding in one hand. It was filled with delicious eggs and onions; more ingredients were displayed across the counter top. She was making omelets.

Nancy looked at her little brother and winked, subtly letting him know she knew exactly why he was so happy.

"Ready for breakfast?" Karen asked her son.

"Sorry Mom I gotta go. Something important I have to take care of before school."

Michael ran over to the freezer and snatched the box of Eggos sitting on the side of the freezer wall, hastily stuffing them into his backpack. Karen rolled her eyes, wondering what had gotten into her son.

"Well all right just be careful. Have a good day at school!" Karen said, but it was useless, Michael was already out the door.

It wasn't long before Mike was letting the wind rip through his clothing as he biked down the road. He wasn't taking any detours or stopping to say hi to anyone along the way. The only person he had on his mind was Eleven. He wished she could hear his thoughts at that moment. He wanted desperately to talk to her, to know she was okay through the night. Michael guessed it wouldn't be long before he found out anyways.

Mike's – now rugged – bike moved swiftly against the terrain leading up to Jim Hopper's abode, and with almost no regard for the bicycle he let it collapse on the ground. Out of breath he ran up and attacked the door.

"Hopper?!... Eleven!? It's Mike! Let me in!"

Mike stood there in the cold wind for a moment before the door finally opened. Hopper stood there in the doorway looking past him and around to make sure no one was watching them from a distance. "Kid don't scare me like that. What are you here so early for?... Oh wait," Jim started, looking over at Eleven who was sitting on his couch, "Don't tell me, I think I already know." He finished, jokingly. Eleven was examining various things, intrigued by some of the gadgets in Jim's home. Then her eyes met Michael's.

He remembered that the chief was there last night when El rushed over and kissed him, and he couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed at the notion, but for some reason he trusted the chief with that precious information. Not like it was a secret, of course his friends knew how much he cared for Eleven.

"Come on in." The chief said.

The Wheeler boy rushed past Hopper and sat down next to El on the couch.

"Hi Mike."

"Hi El." Michael Wheeler couldn't hold in his blushing. It peeked through his pale white face, and Eleven noticed.

"Red," she said.

Mike realized she was referring to his cheeks that seemed to be getting redder by the second. Then he thought of the most appropriate way to explain it to her, like he had with so many other things.

"Oh, my cheeks? Umm… It happens when you're really happy to see someone, or when someone makes you feel special." Michael explained.

"What's… special?" Eleven asked.

"Uh, well it's," Michael began trying to form his explanation, "it's what you say when something or someone is important to you, something you would never want to let go."

"Am I… special to you?" Eleven asked.

Michael smiled at her innocence and nodded his head, he didn't want to trip over his words that would start to spew out if she got him going. El had a way of making Mike feel nervous, but safe too. It was a strange feeling, but whenever he felt this way it became hard for him to have control over his speech.

Eleven reciprocated the affectionate smile, eyes locked.

"Hey El," Michael started to speak with an intrigued face, "You were using your abilities to talk to me last night, right?"

"Yes," she replied.

"Wow, cool." Michael muttered under his breath before continuing. "Can you… talk to me whenever you want?"

"Yes. I can now. I was tired." Eleven said, "Do you want me to talk to you more?" El always enjoyed hearing Michael talk to her. How he described and explained the world, and life. She never realized that he actually wanted her to talk to him more. Eleven saw an opportunity to make Mike feel – what was that word again… special?

Michael's face lit up and he nodded to let her know that he did. What he really wanted to say though was – I never want to "stop" talking to you – but now that she knew it was okay to talk to him using her abilities more often, maybe it wouldn't feel so bad whenever he was away from her.

"Okay you kids, we've gotta go. Time to go get some new clothes." Hopper interrupted. It was true, they needed to outfit El with some more appropriate clothing, she hadn't changed in so long.

Both of them got up and walked towards the front with Hopper. "Don't you have to go to school soon kid?" Hopper asked.

Michael wanted so badly to go with El. To hop into Jim's vehicle and help Eleven feel normal again, he wanted to be by her side forever. His mind began to battle whether to go to school or skip. In the end logic won. He knew if his Mom somehow found out, that it wouldn't matter if it was the girl who he had opened his feelings to her for – He'd be grounded.

"Yeah, I do." Michael said in defeat. Frustrated that his moments with El were either short lived, or filled with danger. He wished to go back to the time when El would just sit there in the blanket fort and they could talk or laugh about random things, and he could teach her about the world. The adrenaline he got from keeping her there at his house without anyone knowing was exhilarating. Michael missed those days, and wanted them back. It felt like the world was trying to keep him and El apart.

Eleven could see the hurt on her partner's face. She placed her right hand on his shoulder. "Mike, I'll be okay. Safe." She reassured. It was her turn to let him know everything would be okay.

"You can come over right after school. We'll be here." Hopper said.

Michael smiled then, knowing that he'd be back later and would finally have some form of alone time with El.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" Michael exclaimed, pulling the box of Eggos out of his backpack. Immediately two gentle hands found their way onto the box of waffles.

Jesus, this kid is going to be obsessed with Eggos for the rest of her life, Hopper thought to himself. "All right, go put those up in the freezer so they stay good." Hopper asked El.

She looked at Hopper with a blank face for a moment, almost sinisterly. Then she used her abilities to float the Eggos over to the freezer, opening it and placing them inside.

"Show off." Hopper scoffed. Eleven grinned.

Michael noticed she wasn't bleeding. "Hey El, your nose didn't bleed." He pointed out.

"Rested. Stronger now." Eleven replied.

He couldn't help but wonder how Eleven was getting stronger. It had only been a month earlier that whenever El did something as small as shutting a door her nose would drip blood. Maybe it was from using her abilities so much and that she was getting used to them. Or maybe it was from being in that "nowhere" for the last month. Either way Michael was okay with a stronger El. After all, they needed every ounce of strength if Sean were to come back.

Outside the cold morning air was crisp and fresh. Eleven took a deep breath when she walked outside, her eyes closed. She hadn't experienced weather like this before. Last month was chilly, but this was almost refreshing. Then they all walked over to Jim's vehicle. Mike gave El one last hug before he headed off to school.

"I'll be back as soon as I can. I promise," Michael whispered.

Eleven nodded her head, which was resting on Mike's shoulder. Then she hopped into the vehicle with Jim waving at Mike as they drove away. He looked at his watch and panicked, realizing he would more than likely be late to school. Deep down though he didn't care. He would cross oceans of inter dimensional space and time to be with her. What was 30 minutes of missed class time compared to that? With that in mind Michael kicked off with his bike and headed for school.

Don't you just love those two? (and Hopper?)

They are super fun to write about and I can't stop thinking of cute directions to take them. I think the telepathy gives them a whole new level of intimacy that no other characters in the series can achieve.