❝who are you?❞
❝Lila Hargrove, pleasure to meet you. And you are?❞
-𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔶. Lila Hargrove, California to Hawkins, meets four boys and one girl who may be the answer to the upside down problem.
[stranger things 2-4]
[oc x will byers]
[1 in byers 1...
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❝I know that if you hide, it doesn't go away.❞
-little dark age, mgmt
BY NIGHTFALL, THE FIVE OF THEM HAD REACHED WHERE THEY ASSUMED REEFER RICK LIVED, THEREFORE WHERE EDDIE MUNSON WAS HIDING. It was surprising it took Steve this long to drive them there (Lila briefly thought back to '84 where she was much faster in driving then). Yet for reasons, Steve could be a safe driver after the sun fell. The car's headlights harshly glared into the misty night, cutting a section of lit up path ahead of them.
Unknowingly passing a mailbox with faint letters of Lipton engraved onto it, they'd reached their destination. It took very little hassle for them to all shuffle out of the cramped, five-seater car. Max handed Lila a flashlight; she wordlessly took it , but with more gratefulness than she would ever express. In all honesty, she was happy to stretch her legs after being sandwiched between her and Dustin.
The doorbell rang when he pushed it. Even though nobody occupied that space right now, it still sent the sound zipping through Rick Lipton's house. He pressed the ring again, then a third time, then repeatedly.
"Okay. Well that's settled, I guess he's not here," Steve pessimistically said. "Great," he added when Dustin tried to shout at the door, hoping his voice would echo through for Eddie to hear him.
"Eddie! It's Dustin! Look, we just wanna talk. No cops, I swear. We just wanna help." When there wasn't a response within three seconds, Dustin hit the door again. "Eddie!"
Lila decided to take use to the flashlight, just like the other girls had. While they walked around one side of the house, she went around the other. Lila shone her flashlight to the window, but saw nothing except discarded bottles and trash, only by squinting her eyes. And to think the place she lived in was a hellhole (even though the two couldn't generally be compared).
"Hey, guys?" Max suddenly called. She was holding up the torch to a space at the side of the house. Just like everyone else, she walked to where she was, seeing what Max had called them for. A shed that looked just as run-down as the interior of Rick's. A single light beamed down at the entrance to said shed.
That was exactly something they'd be looking for. It really gave off a Reefer Rick feeling.
Approaching it, Robin first (because ladies first, according to Steve), the door slowly creked open. Nobody was looking to waste time, so she picked up pace. "Hello? Is anyone home?"
"What a dump," he commented.
"This is probably your bedroom, Steve," Lila unnecessarily replied, holding up her flashlight to a part of the wall, looking for signs of anybody being there recently. Within the first seconds, she found an opened paint can with a brush left in it, the tips of it covered in a brown colour.
