So, warning: this contains the embarrassing moment where hormones get the best of adolescent boys.

And I still own nothing.

The campaign had lasted an entire thirteen hours (going in the imaginary record book as their longest yet). Still, since they'd started at eight in the morning, it was considered pretty early for a Saturday.

The nerds were gathered at Will's house. The guys were sleeping over as usual, Max had permission to stay for another hour and a half, and Eleven would be there until Hopper clocked out of the station and picked her up. Of course, with the D&D game over, there wasn't much to do and the six of them had resorted to simply lounging around the Byers' living room. Of course, the Byers' had a fairly small living room, so all four guys were crammed onto the couch while Max sat on the arm near Lucas. Eleven was perched on the floor, leaning against Mike's legs.

"...I never said you were wrong..." Dustin said, in the middle of a heated argument with Max about God knows what. Mike wasn't really paying them any attention; from her spot on the floor, Eleven had pulled his hands into hers and was messing with his fingers.

Sure, it was a small action, but it made Mike's heart swell.

But, unfortunately for poor Michael, his heart wasn't the only thing swelling. He'd tried to hide it, but his hands weren't even in his own possession; he couldn't reach for the throw pillow. He sat there, beet red, hoping it would go unnoticed. But, knowing his luck, that wasn't doing him any good.

"Hey Mike?" Eleven asked, her voice filled with curiosity.

Mike's heart stopped in his chest. He knew that tone too well, "Yeah, El?" He asked, his words choked and strained.

"Why are your pants sticking up like that?"

Shit.

If it wasn't bad enough that it had come to Eleven's attention, her question had made the other four take notice of the situation. Max pointedly looked away at a section of peeling wallpaper, while Will and Lucas seemed almost sympathetic to Mike's...predicament. Although, if they were being completely honest, it took them a lot of willpower not to laugh.

Dustin, well...he was a different story. He showed the slightest bit of sympathy mixed with a lot of amusement. He was having quite a good time watching Mike's face turn even redder (if it was even possible), thank you very much.

"I -I don't know," Mike stuttered.

"It happens when guys get too happy," Max said, still focusing her eyes on the wall.

"Max, you're not making this any better," Mike said through gritted teeth.

"But you smile when you're happy," Eleven said, still tilting her head and keeping her eyes dead-locked on Mike.

"Different kind of happy, El," Max quickly explained. She looked as though she was talking to the wall.

"Really happy?" Eleven asked, tearing her eyes away from Mike and looking at Max. What other kinds of happy were there?

"Yeah, sure," Max said, somewhat sarcastically (El didn't know the difference), "Excited is a better word,"

"Oh-ho, man," Dustin said. He was practically doubled over from laughing so hard (Eleven didn't understand why he was laughing at all).

"What are you excited for?" Eleven asked as she turned her attention towards Mike again.

"Uh...the new Star Wars movie?" Will offered in an attempt to cover Mike's ass.

"I don't think Star Wars makes your di -"

"Don't finish that sentence, Dustin. Please," Lucas said, practically begging.

"Yeah, please," Mike said, annoyed.

Eleven, not sensing that it would make the little problem worse, went and sat beside Mike in an attempt to calm him down. She tucked a lock of his dark, curly hair behind his ear to get a better look at his flushed face. Of course, her cold fingers brushing against his skin sent shivers down his spine and he couldn't help but glance at her dark eyes staring intently at him.

Eleven, not sensing that it would make the little problem worse, went and sat beside Mike, attempting to calm him down. She tucked a lock of his dark, curly hair behind his ear to get a better look at his flushed face. Of course, her cold fingers brushing against his skin sent shivers down his spine and -even though he tried everything not to- he couldn't help but steal a glance at her dark eyes staring at him intently.

Mrs. Byers, having heard Dustin's laughter (which had grown even louder somehow), entered the room.

"Is everything okay in here? What's so funny?"

It could have happened to literally any of them -why him? Oh, that's right. The universe likes making him wish he'd jumped off that cliff last year.

Thanks for sticking around this long! :)