/ "and i have to speculate that god himself did make us into corresponding shapes like puzzle pieces from the clay" /
Michelle "Mickey" Hopper has a lot of problems. An alcoholic father ignoring the loss of his youngest daughter, her sister, Sarah...
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...Friday, November 11, 1983... psycho killer - talking heads
"You never said what I was saying," Nancy realized as the three tennagers were tromping through the woods, looking for the beast Nancy saw only days ago. Nancy was carrying Lonnie Byers' gun while Jonathan held the Wheelers' baseball bat. Mickey lingered slightly behind, gun still concealed in her bag as she was sure they wouldn't catch this thing until it got dark outside. Until then, she was left to pick at her cuticles and try to avoid the temptation to take another pill. She was already coughing periodically from dry mouth and wobbling slightly from lightheadedness.
"What?" Jonathan said.
"Yesterday," Nancy clarified. "You said I was saying something and that's why you took my picture."
"Oh, uh... I don't know."
Mickey groaned quietly and felt around in her pocket until her hand clasped around her baggy of pills. "This will not go well," she said, quiet enough that neither of the others heard her.
"My guess," Jonathan said, "I saw this girl, you know, trying to be someone else. But for that moment... it was like you were alone. Or you thought you were. And, you know, you could just be yourself."
"That is such bullshit," Nancy said.
Mickey raised her hand. "No argument here."
"What?" Jonathan stammered, halting their pursuit.
"I am not trying to be someone else," Nancy said, stopping to stand a few feet away from him. Mickey sighed and stopped walking alongside them. "Just because I'm dating Steve and you don't like him-"
"You know what? Forget it. I just thought it was a good picture."
"That's your excuse now?" Mickey chimed in. "Exactly what was I saying, then? Did you have some savior complex about saving me from the clutches of my actual friends, too?"
"Back off, Mickey," Jonathan muttered.
"Because Steve is actually a good guy," she continued, Nancy humming in agreement.
"Okay!" Jonathan agreed sarcastically.
"Yesterday, with the camera..." Nancy trailed off. "He's not like that at all. He was just being protective. Of both of us."
"Yeah, that's one word."
"And that's the judgement of Saint Jonathan who was completely blameless in this situation," Mickey egged on satirically.
"I never said that!" Jonathan argued.
"He had every right to be pissed off that-" Nancy began, cut off by the boy.
"Okay, all right. Does that mean I have to like him? Just because the two of you do?"
"No."
"Don't take it so personally, okay? I don't like most people. He's in the vast majority."
