Chapter Three: The Monster and the Superhero

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The car ride back to the Byers household was...tense. And quiet. Other than Jonathan and Argyle's nonsense talk.

When they got back, they found Murray cooking in the kitchen.

And so, dinner began soon enough. Murray was rambling about how he'd been looking for a motel to stay at, but then remembered they moved there and just decided to stay with them.

"Oh, before I forget, I'm going on a business trip." Joyce told them.

"What business trip?" Will asked, taken back.

"This thing came up at work, and I have to go to a conference call in Alaska tomorrow." Joyce explained.

Their eyes widened. "Alaska!?"

"Tomorrow?" Mike asked in disbelief.

Joyce smiled. "So, Jonathan, this means you'll have to take charge while I'm gone."

"Wait...what?" Jonathan muttered. He was high as a kite.

Argyle jumped in. "So this chick got smacked with a roller skate today, but uh, looks like she's gonna be fine."

"Didn't look fine." Mike muttered.

El slowly turned to glare at him, and then got up abruptly and stormed off to her room.

"El?" Joyce called after her with confusion.

"That was a shitty thing to do." Oscar snapped.

Mike huffed, poking at the food on his plate.

"I uh, I sense tension." Murray commented.

Joyce cleared her throat. "So um, Will, Oscar, you must be happy to see each other again after so long." She smiled.

Will scoffed. "Yeah, we're thrilled." He spoke stiffly. "Can't you tell with how quiet and irritable Oscar's been all day?"

"Seriously?" Oscar hissed.

"Oh right," Will ripped the bracelet off and tossed it over towards Oscar. "You can take that back. Since it means nothing to you."

Oscar stared at him, silently fuming. And then grabbed his drink and tossed it at Will, making Joyce, Murray and Argyle gasp loudly while Mike just looked exhausted and Jonathan confused.

Will sat there soaking wet as Oscar got up and stormed off upstairs.

~~~

El heard a knock on the door and huffed, refusing to answer.

"It's me, no annoying boyfriend in sight." She heard Oscar speak through the door, since it was kept open 3 inches.

Reluctantly she got up and opened the door for him to come in.

Oscar nodded. "Thanks, want it open still?"

She nodded softly. He complied and kept it open three inches.

"We look like we're from some emo band." Oscar joked.

El looked down at her gothic clothes. "They call me an emo freak at school."

"I get that a lot too." He collapsed on her bed. She joined him.

They stared at each other in silence for a moment.

"Do you think I'm a monster?" She asked softly.

He sighed. "No, I think you got mad, rightfully so, and...I don't think you're used to handling things without your powers."

El looked down. "I tried to get them to stop...with my words. But it just..." She teared up. "It didn't work, they wouldn't listen to me and...and my day with Mike was ruined and I just..."

He took her hand to give her support.

"He thinks I'm a monster." She whimpered.

"Okay, that's crazy." Oscar insisted with a smile. "Mike loves you, and he would never think that of you. I think...he's just really frustrated right now. Not even really at you, just at the situation, and..." He sighed. "At me."

El frowned. "At you?"

"I did something..." He paused. "Kinda stupid, and Mike caught me, so we're kinda fighting." He admitted.

"What did you do?" She questioned.

Oscar bit his lip. "You can't tell Will, okay? It can't leave this room." El nodded. "I uh, I smoked."

"Plants?" She asked.

"No...well, not like what Jonathan and Argyle smoked." Oscar explained. "But uh, there's a good chance it'll make my lungs collapse again."

El frowned. "Then why do you do it?"

Oscar hummed. "It feels good. Relaxes me."

"But it hurts you?"

"Yeah."

El hugged his arm, curling up next to him. "Please don't hurt yourself."

He smiled a little, but didn't bother giving a response. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and before he knew it, he was passing out and so was she.

~~~

The next morning the two woke up to knocking. "Hey El, I made you some eggos but they're getting kind of cold-" He paused when he saw them.

Oscar looked at him tiredly. "Can I have my cigarettes back?"

"Out." Mike deadpanned.

Grumbling, Oscar crawled off the bed and stormed out of the room. God he was starving.

He saw Will eating breakfast and debated ignoring him, but then he saw Mike's plate of food on the table and sat down, digging into it.

"...Are we gonna talk about last night?" Will questioned.

Oscar ignored him in favor of stuffing his face with food.

Will huffed. "Guess there's my answer..." He muttered.

"Stop talking." Oscar told him shortly.

Will looked at him in disbelief. "What?"

"Stop. Talking." Oscar hissed, his leg was shaking uncontrollably under the table.

"What is wrong with you?" Will asked in disbelief.

Oscar looked at him furiously. "NOTHING IS WRONG WITH ME, WOULD YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!?"

Jonathan looked over with alarm as Will stared at Oscar with disbelief and hurt, tears bubbling in his eyes.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Oscar stood up. "I gotta get some air."

He went to leave the house, only to see two policemen at the door. His eyes widened.

"Does Jane Hopper live here?"

~~~

They handcuffed El and practically shoved her into the police car, apparently there was a warrant for her arrest because of her attack on Angela last night. And of course Joyce's plan already took off so they couldn't reach her.

So they just hurried to the station as fast as they could.

"She's still being processed." The woman explained to them.

"What does that mean exactly?" Jonathan questioned.

The woman sighed. "She's being put in the system and taken to the detention hall for juveniles."

"YOU'RE PUTTING HER IN JAIL!?" Oscar questioned angrily.

"THAT'S INSANE!" Mike hissed.

"Can we at least see her!?" Will questioned.

"Not without a parent or guardian." She told them simply.

Jonathan huffed. "Thank you."

They got outside just in time to see the car driving off with El, they didn't even get the chance to say goodbye.

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