Hellfire's Angel | Stranger Things

Friends?

           They were still out in the woods when the final bell rang, unbeknownst to them. Time passed by so quickly when she was with him. They talked about anything, everything, the past, the future, classmates, teachers, conspiracies. He was so easy to talk to, she found herself opening up to him. He looked at her with eager eyes, holding on to every word she said.

"Maybe I should try out for the drama department. I could totally be a theatre kid," she said, going over a list of potential activities to join now that she wasn't cheering.

"Totally," he replied. "Remind me again why you can't just join the pompom shakers again?"

"Because I returned my pompoms, the squad is filled and I'd feel too ashamed to ask for my spot back. Besides, Carly Monroe is the head now, she may feel threatened if I ask to come back. Gunning for my spot again."

"True, you are very threatening."

She smiled, jumping up from the bench. "I could try out for another sport." There was a large stick on the ground, she picked it up and swung. "Baseball, I played when I was a kid. Or basketball."

"You want to toss balls into laundry baskets?" he taunted. "Maybe you should stick to the drama idea." He got up and attempted to snatch the stick from her, but she was too fast and dodged.

"Maybe I do want to toss balls into laundry baskets. Maybe I want to be a jock."

"If you become a jock we definitely can't be friends." He made another attempt to grab it, but again, she dodged.

"Oh, friends now, are we? How very forward of you." She continued to dodge his advances, grinning as she did so. After several more tries, her back suddenly hit something solid, a tree. Seizing the opportunity he trapped her against it and made a final attempt to get the stick from her. With a smug smile, she tossed it aside, both of them watching as it clattered against the ground.

"Are we?" he asked, turning his attention back to her, "Friends?"

She looked at him, his arms either side of her, preventing her from moving, trapping her against the tree. "Maybe," she said, "We could be. I'd like to. Unless..."

"Unless?"

She chewed her bottom lip nervously. "You want to be more than friends."

"More than friends?" He took several steps backwards, mulling over what she said.

She glanced down at the ground, suddenly feeling like a fool. "Sorry, that was... too far. I've only just gotten out of a long-term relationship anyway, I shouldn't even be considering - Friends! Let's be friends. Only if you want, I wouldn't-"

"Frankie," he interjected, "I would be honoured to accept your friendship proposal."

She smiled, offering him her hand. "Friends."

He smiled back and shook. "Friends." He moved over to the bench, leaning against it. "Although I must admit, you're the first friend I've had that I've slept with."

"Really?" she replied coyly, coming to stand beside him. "You don't make it a habit of dating your friends?"

"I might make an exception for the right person." He nudged her shoulder with his. "Anyway, we were deciding on your cheerleading replacement. I'm gonna say no to basketball, you can do better."

"Ok, what about track? I like running."

He screwed up his face. "How can you like running?"