one day| jonathan byers x reader B1

xix.

as i grew older, my mom's holiday dinners became quite frustrating. i never understood why she spent so much time and effort on meals that were huge, just for us three. she insisted on serving endless platters of sides, leading to endless leftovers we would eat over the next four days. after two, i couldn't bare it and had to make something else.

now, my mom was yelling at me. all to make sure the silverware and plates were placed properly on our dining room table, everything lined up nice and straight, perfectly organized.

at her next command i rolled my eyes, but obliged. i grabbed the big, yellow bowl of mashed potatoes in one hand, the pan of stuffing in the other, and carried them to the center of the table.

"it's ready!" i shouted, hoping i was loud enough for my dad to hear, who was in the living room.

my mom walked into the kitchen, taking the rag off of her left shoulder and tossing it on the counter with a huff. she looked at me and smiled widely, "thanks for helping, kiddo."

"mmm, you're welcome, mother." i said in a dry tone. we both smiled at each other and laughed. i was happy my mom is back. our sarcastic relationship didn't go anywhere dispite her being gone for so long.

i heard my dad walk into the kitchen, looking at us both. he also wore a smile on his face. ever since my mom had been back, he laid off on the drinking and was much more happier, overall. he rubbed his stomach, sighing.

"alright... let's eat!"

                 

                  meanwhile at the byer's

jonathan snapped several pictures of will shaking his presents, seeing if any sound gave him a hint to what is was. he was happier than ever that his brother was back at home, safe, and happy. he walked around the couch, into the kitchen where his mother was setting up dinner. he quickly took a photo, the bright flash shining in joyce's face. she looked up with a smile, confused.

"what are you... what are you doing?" she put her hands up.

"documenting." jonathan simply replied. he wasn't going to waste the opportunity to take such good photos of his family. he wanted to capture every moment.

"oh, why?" joyce groaned.

"because..." he chuckled, taking another picture. "it looks great."

"oh, this is just so overcooked." joyce hovered her hand over the dish. "and look, the potatoes are runny." she picked up the spoon and the potatoes instantly dripped off. she may not have been the best cook, but it didn't matter. everything was perfect to jonathan.

"they're so runny."

"mom. mom, it's gonna be great." he put his hand on her shoulder. she smiled at her son's support and sat down at the table.

"it's definitely an atari." will said cheerfully sitting down at the table.

"an a-what-i?"

"the green present. it's an atari." will said confidently. he was positive that was inside the green wrapped box. he got up to go wash his hands, before returning and eating with his family. jonathan wanted to finish eating as soon as he could, hoping it wouldn't be too late to stop by a certain someones house.

timeskip

just knock...what's the worst that could happen.

i had the small box in my hands, standing at y/n's doorstep. i can imagine how awkward i look just staring at the door. i don't know what time it is anymore, considering i've probably stood here for who knows how long. i knew i needed to give y/n her gift, so i knocked before i could back out again. if i didn't give it to her now she would think i forgot.