Jonathan
"Where else do you go?" Nancy asked from the passenger seat. Vertical strips of shadows passed over her lap as they drove past a line of birch trees.
Jonathan pulled down his visor against the late afternoon sun. "The library. That's where Mom and Hopper found Will. And around that government lab. Well, around the fence at least. My house, obviously. And where they found Will's bike. Sometimes I go to the reservoir, where they faked his death."
They pulled into Nancy's subdivision. When Jonathan stopped in front of Nancy's house, she turned to him. "Is that all?"
She raised her eyebrows, giving her an almost pouty look. A think lock of hair had come free from her ponytail and was dangling against her cheek. Jonathan had a sudden urge to brush it behind her ear. Instead he turned away, feeling his cheeks flush. "No," he said quietly.
Jonathan saw Nancy's mom watching them from the window. "Sometimes I go back to the tree – the woods – where you crossed over and saw that thing," he admitted. He could feel Nancy watching him and his cheeks grew warmer.
Nancy sighed and gathered her things. She hesitated, then, "I've never been so terrified in my life."
"I know," Jonathan said softly. He turned to her and she offered him a light smile before getting out. Jonathan blinked at his steering wheel. "Me too," he said to himself, then drove away.
