𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟿 - 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

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'1+4'

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Chapter Nine

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'Wheeler's House'

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Tick....

Tock....

Tick....

Tock....

It was the 18th of May 1984, it was time for Nancy's invitation to go ahead, Melanie Hargrove, or her real name... Estella, was coming over to the Wheeler's home for some dinner.

What she didn't expect was Nancy's attitude.

Nancy had always come through to her as a headstrong beauty, not a damsel in distress, she didn't expect for Nancy Wheeler to be so formal, but what did she know? She barely knew anything about the Wheelers.

And so Estella slid open her window as she double checked the halls, she heard the grunts and other... Noises... Coming from the bedroom across the way.

She groaned and jumped out the window, annoyed at her 'parents' constant activities to pass the time at night.

Estella started to run after she slipped off of the garage roof, the rain from the day making it easier to slip than to grip... Whether that was a good thing or not, it was not for her to decide right now.

As she was walking through the streets she couldn't help but notice the cold air surrounding her, she honestly wouldn't be surprised if she caught an illness, the Wheeler's home was on the other side of the town. As she walked further she swore she heard a car engine, that's when a burgundy BMW pulled up next to her, inside sat a man with brown hair, sitting at a little above his shoulder, it was styled perfectly.

'You need a lift kid? You're gonna catch a cold, walking around like that, no jacket, just a dress, that can't keep you warm.' He spoke, referring to her formal dress she sneaked from Samantha's wardrobe, it was a creamy coloured strapless dress... The woman smiled at the man, nobody really knew her age, except herself, that's all she can remember about herself except her name and somebody else's... She was Estella, she hadn't known her real surname, she was 20, turning 21 on the 14th of September.

'Thank you for the offer, but I'll be fine.' She replied, giving him a charming smile.

'I insist, I can't just leave a lovely lady like you freezing into an ice cube can I?' He smirked at her.

He didn't want to get with her, he just wanted to be there for her.

'Okay, fine...' She muttered.

She climbed into the passengers side of the BMW, Steve smiled at her before revving the engine and driving off.

'Where to then m'lady...' He said, applying a fake posh tone.

She giggled, she actually laughed, a real laugh, she hadn't done that since... Him.

'The Wheeler's house.' Estella said, applying a posher tone to her own.

'Of course Madam.' He replied, keeping up the act.

He turned left, then a right, and several other directions before pulling up outside a huge 3 story home, the lights were on and it looked absolutely amazing.

'Thanks, but, I never caught your name.'

'Steve, just Steve.'

'Okay, Just Steve.' Estella said smirking, winding him up.

He rolled his eyes playfully before hugging her.

'Careful in there, they may seem welcoming, but...' He trailed off, trying to emphasise that they weren't exactly the perfect family of Hawkins.

'Thanks Just Steve.'

'I swear to god- What's your name anyway... M'lady.' He smirked.

'Estella. Just Estella.' She replied,

'Okay Just 'Stella, go and enjoy yourself.' He waved as she got out and walked down the paved pathway.

As Estella walked down the pathway, she couldn't help but notice how she felt a grip on her arm, the girl turned around... But nobody was there, so who was it...?

She decided to ignore it, Estella had to worry about first impressions with the Wheeler family. She didn't have time for other things on your mind.

The front door opened, and there stood who Estella assumed to be Mrs Wheeler.

'Hi! You must be Melanie?' She asked

Estella nodded as she welcomed her inside, the door was soon shut as she stepped through, past the wooden door and into the Wheeler's... Gracious abode.

'We'll be having dinner soon, my son Mike has his friends round in the basement, so I'd advise you not to go downstairs. Unless you want to smell 12 year old boy's farts?'

Estella giggled at Mrs Wheeler's sentence. Estella only had an alright relationship with Billy, but she was not sure how, I mean he went out every night almost, doing god knows what with some girls who fell for any guy who had a tad bit of muscle. She wondered if Nancy had a decent relationship with her younger brother.

As Estella disappeared downstairs, her curiosity getting the best of her once Mrs Wheeler went to finish cooking, she saw four boys surrounding a small table with some sort of game on top.

'Heya fellas.' Estella spoke.

They all turned their heads and were shocked when they saw how beautiful she was.

A boy with extremely curly hair got out of his chair and walked over, grinning with his few teeth.

He took Estella's hand and kissed it.

'My name is Dustin.' He said, trying to be some kind of charming gentleman.

Estella couldn't help but giggle at the young boy's attempt.

'Melanie.' Estella replied, hugging him.

His eyes widened as she did so.

He smiled happily and was almost jumping back towards his seat.

'Hi, I'm Mike Wheeler, this is Lucas.' The black haired boy said smiling, referencing to the young African-American boy on his right.

'Hello...' A young timid boy with a bowl cut said to Estella, almost stuttering his words.

'And you might be?'

'Will, Will Byers.' He said, managing a smile.

'Well Will Byers, it's nice to meet you too, as it was to meet the rest of you.' Estella said, a smile gracing her ever pleasant features.

And for the first time in a while, Will Byers smiled, somebody didn't treat him like he was some fragile object that could break. Somebody who didn't completely ignore him...

Author's Note: I'm so happy right now! 10K READS?! That is absolutely insane, I'm so grateful, I decided on a more happy chapter today!

Maybe I'll treat you to some more 001 content soon...

If I did, what type do you want to see...? 👀



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