❝𝙋𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙀 please please please let me hang out with her! I've never broken a law I swear!" (Y/N) begs, standing outside the small, broken door that led into Hopper's hideout.
The cop gives a disapproving expression, his eyebrows furrowing so far down she thought they might've been drawn on.
"..I haven't broke one recently...," she whispers.
Hopper scoffs and looks back to where Eleven was, with her lips down and eyes big, it was obvious she learned out to do a pouting face.
(Y/N) gives a sly smile, and as Hopper turns back to the girl's direction, she gives a innocent face as well.
Hopper exhales a large, annoyed groan, before opening the door just wide enough for the visitor to squeeze in.
(Y/N) rushes past the cop, grabs eleven's wrist, and runs into her room, slamming the rusted off blue door behind her.
"Three inches!" A gruff voice yells behind them, causing (Y/N) to shudder. Eleven stares at the door, making it crack open.
"Woah, you're dad is scary...," The visitor murmurs. The other shrugs, sitting criss-cross on the faded green sheets of her bed.
"Just strict," she answers, shortly.
Her sentences have been getting better, thanks to the group teaching her, though she still speaks less, and more seriously than everyone else.
For example, (Y/N) had to teach her what the phrase "hang out" meant earlier.
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"Hey can I go to your place later to hang?"
"You want to.. hang?" Eleven asked in horror, her pale fingers reaching towards her neck. (Y/N) swallowed.
"No, no, no, no, not that like! I-It's a phrase! Like 'can we hang out'," the stressed girl used her fingers as quotations, "it's just asking if we can spend time together!"
Eleven stands still, tilting her head to the side.
"You want to spend time together..., with just me?" She looked so happy, it made (Y/N)'s heart explode. The female nods, and Eleven's eyes light up in joy.
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"Well..., what do we do now?" Eleven asks, staring at the girl with curiosity in her expression. (Y/N) examines the smaller, old, bedroom, as her eyes land on a wooden shelf, with sheets of paper and pens lying there.
An idea lights up in her head.
"Hey, you can look in people's minds, right?"
(Y/N) asks, getting out of the bed and strolling to the shelf.
"Yes."
She smiles, and grabs a light pink paper, as well as a black-inked pen. Then, she looks into the grey bin, and grabs an empty Coke can.
Eleven sits quietly, watching the (s/c) girl place the paper onto the ground, and begins writing.
She scribbles multiple lines that all went towards the center of the paper, and looks back to the quiet one.
"Give me a name of someone we know."
"...Will?"
So then (Y/N) writes Will's name down in one of the empty spaces, and continues asking until Eleven runs out of ideas.
"So we got Will, Nancy, Jonathan, Lucas, Dustin and Mike...," The girl mutters, going through the list, she couldn't think of anyone else, "but we have one slot left."
"What's your brother's name?" Eleven asks, suggesting that Billy should be written. (Y/N) could feel herself gagging in the back of her throat.
"...Billy's probably doing something gross right now," She mumbles as a response, but after more thinking, she stops worrying and messily scribbles her brother's name down in the last slot.
After they were written, she puts the Coke can onto the page, pulls down Eleven to be on the ground with her, and begins spinning the bottle.
It spins multiple times, making (Y/N) feel a slight dizziness, before slowly stopping on Lucas's name. The girl grins.
"Okay! Now let's spy on Lucas!" She says, waiting as Eleven smiles, and grabs a black blindfold off her bed. (Y/N) snatches a dark red radio, turning the station to a sense of static.
Eleven takes a deep breath, before the whole room grows quiet.
"Okay. I see him."
"Where is he?" She asks, gazing as a red substance begins seeping out of Eleven's nostril.
(Y/N) leans in and wipes it off.
"Mike's basement, Lucas and Mike and Will are all on his couch," she responds.
She seemed to be listening now, her lips in a thin, pressed line. After a while of silence, Eleven takes off the blindfold, and takes off the rest of the blood off with her thumb.
(Y/N) turns off the radio, the static disappearing from their ears.
"He said he thinks you're really cute, but feels like you hate him," she says, repeating what she heard.
(Y/N) stayed motionless, not knowing whether to frown or start intensely blushing. So she did both.
"S-Shoot.. I'll have to talk to him about it sometime," she whispers the reminder, mainly to herself. She felt really bad. She doesn't hate him, they're just so close that she felt like she could make more sarcastic jokes.
Maybe she went too far sometimes.
"Anyways! Let's keep going," she suggests, distracting herself.
They spin the bottle once more, it taking even longer to find somewhere to stop. The two look at it intently, watching it carefully turn motionless.
On Billy's name.
"Okay..., maybe we should spin aga—"
"Rules," Eleven interrupts, the black cloth already spawned on her eyelids. (Y/N) groans.
She switches on the radio once again, and leans on the wall. She watches the curious expression form on Eleven, her eyebrows twitching.
"Hello?" She whispers, making (Y/N) look up in interest. Could she not see him? Maybe he was under the covers of his bed or something.
Gross.
Eleven repeats herself, her throat sounding more cracked and dry. The girl was so close to ripping off Eleven's blindfold—maybe she could save her innocence.
"Eleven, you alright?" (Y/N) asks, growing closer to the girl. But she stays silent, her breath suddenly growing rapid.
And then, she screams.
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