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𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟒 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟒 ғᴀʀʀᴀʜ ғᴀᴡᴄᴇᴛᴛ sᴘʀᴀʏ
𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍 put togetherby Dustin and Juliette, reluctantly agreed by Steve, the three began plan lure dart the next day.
Juliette decided to stay in the comfort of Steve's car while the boys grabbed the needed equipment for the day. It concluded of yellow wash gloves, buckets of raw meat and a can of gasoline. The brunette girl had wrapped Steve's extra jacket over her hoodie to try and block out the cold air of Hawkins that nipped at her skin, light rain hitting on the window beside her head.
Once the boys finally arrived back to the car, the trio started the drive to the abandoned train tracks that would leave them to the same junkyard that the party had hid in from the bad men last fall.
Juliette was already falling asleep with her head resting against the window by the time they excited the car park. The faint sound of The Beatles played through the radio as Dustin and Steve went over the plan once more.
Parking the car on the side of the road, Dustin was instantly getting out the car and gathering the equipment. Steve took a moment to himself, running his hands down his face as he took a deep breath. He was doing this again.
"Julie." He voiced to the sleeping girl. When she didn't awake, he nudged her shoulder slightly. "Juliette." The girl let out a groan and shuffled in her seat. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes, blinking as she took in her surroundings.
"We're here." The boy stated. The Amour girl yawned, sitting up properly and wiping the sleep from her eyes. Juliette pushed the sleep away and unplugged the seatbelt, yawning once more as she got out the car.
Juliette grabbed her bag from the back of the car while Steve and Dustin took out the buckets of meat from the trunk. The Amour girl made sure her walkie was in her rucksack before pulling the stapes over her shoulder and joining Dustin's side.
The Henderson boy passed her, her own gloves just as his supercom went off. "Dustin. This is Lucas. Do you copy? Dustin? Lu?"
"Well, well, well, look who it is."
"Sorry, man." Lucas said over the walkie as Juliette stepped past Dustin to help Steve grab the remaining stuff from the car. "My stupid sister turned it off."
"Well, when you were having sister problems, Dart grew again, He escaped, and I'm pretty sure he's a baby Demogorgon."
"Wait. What?"
Dustin sighed, "Me and Lu will explain later. Meet us and Steve at the old junkyard. . ."
