one day| jonathan byers x reader B1

xv.

mike being fed up, checking his watch for the fifth and last time in a minute, got up and stormed to the door.

"y/n? jonathan?" he looked around the parking lot, and saw nobody. he ran back inside.

"they're gone."

lucas looked at him. "what?"

"y/n and jonathan. his car's gone."

"they're probably just sucking face somewhere." dustin said. wrong dustin, although you would be right 10 minutes ago.

"gross." lucas scrunched his face up.

"no. no way!" mike insisted.

"did they go with the chief?" lucas questioned.

"i don't know." mike snapped.

"no." eleven said.

"what? did you see them? do you know where they went?" mike asked.

"yes."

"where? where did they go?"

eleven paused, "demogorgon."

mike looked at lucas and dustin, who looked back just as shocked and confused. everyone was thinking the same thing.

what the hell are they doing?

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jonathan pulled into the driveway, the car skidding to a stop. we both wasted no time getting out and walking to the trunk. jonathan unlocked it, me quickly grabbing the gas can and fire extinguisher, setting them on the ground. i waited for jonathan to grab the box before shutting the trunk.

we set everything on the floor before pausing and looking at one another. i was worried, but gave a little nod of approval. we started by screwing in the christmas lights that were missing, then moving onto the nails. i crouched down, resting my chin on her hands, watching as jonathan hit the nail repeatedly making sure it was stable. he pulled on the chain a bit, before turning around to look at me.  i nodded, more so asking if it was good, and he nodded back.

i got up, walking back to the living room and grabbing the gun. i took some bullets out of the box, reloading it. honathan worked on hammering nails into the bat, and i moved on to drenching the floor in gasoline. i made the trail from starting at the living room, hallway, and finally will's room. jonathan tested the zippo lighter, which worked like brand new. he closed it and shoved it into his pocket.

i called him for help on the bear traps, not wanting to loose a finger. or anything else tonight. i kept my foot on one part, while jonathan pried down the rest with his hands. i lifted the latch so carefully it was all i could concentrate on, then put it on the other side. we both sighed, smiling, after we released our foot off of it. jonathan put the yo-yo on a chair by will's door for the trap. he put his finger on it, imagining how the demogorgon will set it off, and everything will go to plan.

i stood in the living room waiting for jonathan to come back with the knives. i was really nervous, just wanting to get this over with. after this, we can go back to doing normal things and hangout more. will is going to be home, jonathan will have his brother back, everything will be normal.

jonathan walked into the living, already repeating the directions. "remember..."

"straight into will's room. and—"

"don't step on the trap."

"wait for the yo-yo to move."

"then..." jonathan opened the lighter, and we both stared at the flame before nodding. "all right." he lightly smiled. "you ready?"