Dysphoria (Mileven AU)

Four

Tw: mentions of death, profanity, smoking, and mentions of transphobia

l's pov:

Mike is on top of me. What do I do. My mind is racing a hundred miles an hour.

He gets up off me. "Sorry," he says softly.
"It's fine," I responded.

"How about we go swing now?" He grunted. "Sure," I said.

We both get on the swings and start to move back and forth. "It's kinda cold isn't?" I said. "Here take this," he says taking his hoodie off and handing it to me.

"Thank you," I whispered. "No problem," he replied.

Before we know it the sun starts going and we weren't even aware of it. We were talking about so many things.

"It's getting pretty dark isn't?" Mike mumbled. "Yeah it is," I say quietly.

"Do you want me to walk you home?" He asked. "Thanks but I'll be alright," I mumbled.

Little does he know I have a knife at me at all times. Something that my dad taught me to always do when I was younger.

"Alright well I'll see you tomorrowz alright?" He said. "Yes of course," I reply.

We both start heading are separate ways and the further I move away the more I just wanna turn around and look and him.

I don't turn around though. But I can feel him staring at me. But I don't mind.

                                  •

I finally get home. I live in a cabin in the woods. It so quietly and lonely. Most people would think that's peaceful but to me it's horrid.

My dad passed away about a year ago. His name was Jim Hopper. I miss him dearly.

I still come home thinking I'll see him sitting in his chair after getting off of work watching some TV show. But he's never there.

He was a police officer. He's no longer alive because of it. There was an inmate who escaped out of prison from a few towns over. My dad recognized him and tried to arrest him and bring him back to prison. But little did he know as he was approaching him he was armed and shit my dad.

I cried for weeks and weeks after that. I didn't eat or sleep. I didn't go to school. I only cried until I couldn't no more.

I try not to think about it. I never liked being alone but now I'm always alone. But at least I have my friends. Max, Dustin, Will, Lucas, and Mike.

God all I can think about now days is Mike. His smile, his curly raven hair, and his adorable freckles. Everything's so perfect.

I go to my room and lay down. I quickly fall asleep thinking about Mike.

                                 •

I wake up the next morning feeling really tired for some reason.

I get up and walk into my bathroom connected to my room. I get in the shower.

I get out of the shower and get dressed. I put some light brown eye shadow on and some mascara.

I put my hair up in a half pony tail. I put my shoes. I grab my bag and head out the door. I get on my bike and start heading to school.

                                  •

I arrive at school and head to my locker. I put my bag in there and grab the books I need. Then suddenly someone comes up behind me.

"BOOO," the person says as I screech. I turn around and see Mike standing there with the biggest smirk on his face. "Got you," he says while still smirking.

"Fuck you asshole," I say while lightly punching his arm. "The look on your face was priceless," he laughs. "Whatever Mike," I say while shutting my locker.

"See ya asshole," I say as I walk to my first period class. Math sucks to have first. I hate having it in the mornings. Mr. Johnson doesn't make it any better.

At least Mike's in this class. I was mad earlier that he scared me but I'm not mad anymore.

As I'm sitting there bored out of my mind a paper airplane lands in front of me on the table.

Meet me at the willow tree behind the school at lunch. -the asshole

I wonder why Mike wants me to see him there. Maybe he just wants to be anyway from everyone. That's sounds about right

I hear the bell ring. I grab my books and head out of class as soon as possible.

                                   •

I grab my food and tell the group where I'm going. They all give me an okay and I walk to the willow tree.

I get there and see Mike smoking a joint. Of course he's smoking.

"What'd I say about smoking?" I said. "Not to do it," he mumbled. "That's what I thought," I said.

"Do you maybe wanna try?" He says. I contemplate my answer. "I guess so," I say quietly. He passes it to me and I look at it hesitantly before taking a hit.

"How'd it feel?" He asked. " It felt ok," I said. "Probably something I'd do ever once and a while." I continued.

"Well alrighty," he said. "Where's your lunch?" I said. "I'm not really that hungry," he said. "Alright whatever you say," I respond.

"Why'd you want to come out here anyways," I ask. "More privacy and I don't have to here people calling me a tranny," he says sadly.

I put my arms out and I hug him. "Your not a tranny," I say,"Don't listen to them,"I continue. He hugs me back. "Thank you El," he says. "No problem Mikey," I respond.

Author's note: aren't they the cutest. The both like each other. Mike knows he likes El but she's oblivious to him liking her and her liking him. I finally got a chapter out. This one's longer and they will probably stay like this. Thanks for reading. Have a good day/night!

-Juno