one day| jonathan byers x reader B1

viii.

sleeping peacefully in my bed, i felt the warm rising sun on my face. i smiled to myself before yawning and rubbing my eyes. it felt good to be snuggled up in the blanket and warm. i opened my eyes and looked around.

...this is not my bed.

last night floods in, and i remember it all. hopper was here to announce will's death, which still felt surreal, and i fell asleep with Jonathan.

speaking of, where is he?

i crawled out of his bed, stumbling a little, because we all know sleeping in jeans is uncomfortable. i tried to put his blanket back, somewhat neatly and walked to the door. over by the door i noticed my shoes and slipped them back on. i opened the door with a slight creak and peaked out. he was standing in the living room, while joyce walked into the kitchen.

"jonathan." i said walking to him. he looked up, almost surprised i was there.

"sorry for staying last night. i just wanted to make sure you were okay first. i fell asleep." as if that wasn't obvious. i probably slept like a maniac.

"oh no. yeah, that's fine. it's okay." he nodded and quickly walked up to me. we were standing close to each other, which made me more nervous than it should've. i looked at the floor.

i tried to be more confident and look around some more, wondering if i should say something first, but ended up looking at jonathan. his body towered over me more than remembered. although it wasn't possible to grow overnight, i swear he did.

"i should probably go home. looks like you have some stuff to do?" i asked, sort of to figure out his plans.

"yeah, just a couple things. but i'll see you later?" he asked.

"yeah, of course." i smiled and walked to the door.

"hey y/n," jonathan said, making me glance over my shoulder.

"thanks for staying, you helped more than you think." i looked outside quickly turning away, not wanting him to see the big smile on my face.

"of course, jonathan. anything for you." i closed the door.

timeskip
jonathan's pov

my mom and i stood on the other side of the glass window, looking at a body cover that was on top of will. i prepared myself a little on the drive here to see my dead brothers body. i still dreaded it, but had to be strong. for mom at least. maybe i should've invited y/n for comfort.

i looked over at mom who was breathing heavily. she fiddled with her fingers, while staring through the glass. i looked back through at the doctor and gave a small nod. now or never. i watched the doctor pull back the cover and a wave of nausea hit me. my breathing started to pick up, and before i knew it, i was running away. i couldn't look at him any longer.

i sat in the waiting room with hopper, before mom came out yelling that the body isn't will's.

y/n's pov

after leaving jonathan's i walked across the street to my house. i checked the clock in the kitchen, which told me i was 30 minutes late. i figured no point in going to school, so why not go out and do something fun. so, here i am.

"not so bad, huh?" the guy, with a very full beard might i add, asked while throwing a q-tip in the trash.

"yeah, not so bad." i smiled and got off the chair.

the guy turned around, handing me a hand mirror. i took it and brought it up to my face, examining my new impulsive decision.

"holy fuck," i mumbled to myself.

the shiny stud now in my nose, looked pretty. i smiled at myself knowing i was definitely ten times hotter. and it was worth it, it didn't even hurt.

i handed back the guy his mirror along with some cash, and thanked him. i walked out of the little shops door which made the bell at the top ring. i felt the winter breeze hit my face, which made me immediately regret not bringing a jacket. i sped walked to my car, quickly unlocking it and hopping in.

timeskip

i was 5 minutes away from home, blaring 'Wango Tango' in my car. i drove down the road that had many twists and turns because i thought it was more fun to take back home. i enjoyed feeling the cool air on my face, even though it was unpleasant earlier. listening to music made me forget everything on my mind, and feel free. i had no cares in the world, and shouted the song lyrics while tapping my fingers on the steering wheel.

after those 5 minutes, i drove into my driveway and parked. i cut off the car's engine, and grabbed my small black bag i took with me almost everywhere, out of the passenger seat. it didn't have much in it, maybe some cash and gum, or even a pair of sunglasses. i got out and started walking to my house. it was very quiet outside like most days and nights, considering the byer's were my closest neighbors. but i heard what sounded like wood being chopped? i turned around, looking from my left to right to see if there was anything out of the ordinary. finally, my eyes landed on the byer's home.

"oh, god." i said to herself.

there was a hole forming in the front living room wall. i didn't see jonathan's car, so it meant joyce was the only one home. i continued to gawk as the hole got bigger, and joyce could be seen standing on the other side. i didn't know if i should go over and ask if she needed help, or just mind my business. i wanted to be kind and help joyce, but my thoughts got the best of me, and i kept to myself.

joyce finally looked forward, seeing me stand on the front porch, looking ahead. joyce looked panicked from whatever had just happened, but she still gave me a slight wave. i returned it with a small smile she probably couldn't see from so far away. i turned back around to unlock the door. when i got inside my father wasn't home, which i was a little thankful for. being alone felt good sometimes.

when i reached my room upstairs, i closed the door, threw my bag on the bed, and walked into the bathroom connected to my room. i barely ever used it, but figured i should start. better late than never. i closed the door behind me, already stripping of my clothes, and turned on the water. i took my shower and, surprisingly fast, went to bed.

a/n
sorry this chapter is short but i ran out of ideas for it and decided to move on to the next.