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chapter thirty , Billy boy can kick rocks
a/n : I stan Gus, even in her destructive phase.
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"Perfect!"
Eleven looks at herself in the mirror, seeing the sheet over her body. "Spooky."
Gus raises her brows, "Spooky." she confirms with a nod.
Eleven turns to her sister. "Do you think Hopper will say 'yes'?"
"Honestly?" Gus places her hands on her hips and sighs. "Probably not. But it's worth a shot, right?"
Eleven's back straightens, but she gives a curt nod which was distinct enough for Gus to notice. The bob-haired girl smiles, "All right! Let's go." she holds her fist out to Eleven.
The young girl's eyes slightly widen and smiles. She didn't know why, but ever since Gus taught Eleven how to fist bump, the girl would always get excited when it would happen. Eleven lifts her fist up and connects it with Gus'. Gus chuckles softly and looks at the door. "Okay, let's go, let's go."
Gus gently ushers Eleven out of their room and into the kitchen. They stand there for a moment, watching Hopper cook. Gus holds her hands out toward Eleven, motioning to her sister. Hopper pulls his brows together and turns around, his eyes widen from the two girls behind him. "Oh, Jesus!" He jumps.
Gus slightly pulls her face back from Hopper's reaction.
"Ghost." Eleven speaks up.
"Yeah, I see that." Hopper looks back at the food.
"Halloween." Eleven adds.
"Sure is." Hopper turns off the stove and walks over to the counter with plates.
Gus' eyes widen and she cranes her neck forward. That was the most adorable thing Gus and Eleven planned and Hopper just brushed it off. If Hopper said no to Eleven, then he was sure as hell going to say no to Gus going to the Halloween party tonight.
"But right now, it's breakfast okay?" Hopper says. "Come on, you two. Let's eat." He places food on each plate.
"They wouldn't see me." Eleven states.
"Who wouldn't see you?" Hopper asks, grabbing all three plates. He walks over to the table and places the plates in each designated spot of the three.
"The bad men." Gus answers.
Hopper pulls his brows together. "What are you talking about?" He sits in his seat.
