in which the King of Hawkin's High falls for the town 'psycho'
or
where Dallas finally opens up to someone other than her dog
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8th november 1983.
As Dallas walks into school the next day, she sees Jonathan Byers hunched over by the notice board, she adjusts her bag strap, squeezing her hand around it, a nervous habit, as she walks over to him.
She grabs her headphones, letting them rest around her neck as she gets closer to him, he's looking around the board at all the posters, brown hair falling in his eyes, "Byers."
His head snaps up to her and she gives a small little timid smile, "Hey, Dallas."
His head lowers as he brushes some hair across his forehead and out of his eyes, "I'm sure you have stuff to do, I can stick these up around school if you want."
She holds her hand out for him to pass the other posters over and he hesitates as he looks over her shoulder to where Steve Harrington and his little crew watch on, they all quickly look away as the pair turn to them, acting like they weren't watching their every move.
"Look, I'm only telling you this because out of my brother and his little freak-o friends, Will was my favourite."
Jonathan turns quickly, giving her his full attention, hand splayed across the poster he was about to pin up, one of the corners folds over, falling down but as he spreads his fingers a little more it flops back up into place.
"They don't think your father has taken Will, okay? I listened to as much police chatter as I could, they searched the forest and went down to lover's lake, that's all I know so far."
He nods, "Thank you, Dallas."
She nods, patting his arm gently with one hand, the other clutching the missing person posters to her chest, "I'll stick some up at the store too, okay?"
He nods watching her turn and walk away, Nancy Wheeler replacing her.
Steve watches her pass by before breaking off from his friends, Tommy H trying to call after him while making a passing comment to her, one she doesn't care nor listen for.
"Hopper, hey. Hopper!"
She stops and turns to face him, raising a brow, her fingers move to toy with the edge of the papers, making sure they all stay lined up and neat, "Want some help with those?"
"Don't act like you weren't just judging me for talking to him with your little crew, Harrington. What do you want?"
He sighs, "So, you know about Mrs Wilson, I was thinking tonight you could come my place do a little studying, then I'm having some people over afterwards-"
"I'm good."
"Come on, Hopper, live a little. I bet you've never even been invited to a party before."
She raises a brow, "What's that supposed to mean?"
He shrugs carelessly, passing a hand through his hair, the other on his hip, thumb hooked through the belt loop, "Well, you know, being you-" She raises another brow, it goes higher this time, "You know."
