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thirteen - communication is key but some people prefer breaking the door

Friday, November 11, 1983

The boys didn't find Eleven. Well, Dustin and Mike. Lucas obviously didn't search for her, not after she had propelled him into the air. You found that rather logical.

Anyway, you had accompanied Lucas home, just to be sure he wouldn't pass out again. He didn't. Good thing, right? You weren't so sure anymore. Of course, yes, it was great that he didn't have a concussion or whatever other injury that could come after what happened. But you felt guilty that this happened at all. You were supposed to be the responsible one. Were you? Kind of, you were the eldest, and the kids looked up to you in a way. Meaning they sometimes turned to you so you could give advice on their plans. You usually simply nodded in agreement.

Maybe you should have nodded in agreement less.

"What am I doing with my life," you sigh, taking a bite of whatever leftover food you had managed to heat up in the microwave. You were sitting at the dining table, alone. No one was home yet, as usual.

You had lost Eleven. Where was she? Somewhere in the woods? Back to wherever she came from? You hoped not. As she said herself, this was a 'bad place'. You sigh again, looking out the window to the already dark forest at the end of your garden. These trees seemed more and more menacing with every day that passed.

"What a bitch!" You heard, along with the sound of keys in the door, and soon enough it opened. Steve, of course.

Could have been your parents, they did talk like that about each other when they thought nobody was around, but with all those unfortunate years spent with your family, you had ended up developing the impressive skill of distinguishing their voices. However, the two other persons you heard, despite being familiar, were not your parents.

"Aww, King Steve had his heart broken!"

Carol.

"Told you Wheeler was for the streets."

Tommy, undoubtedly.

The three of them passed you in the living room as if you never existed, something you were sure Steve wished for every night, heading to the kitchen. He had a beer bottle in hand, and you rolled your eyes.

"Hi (Y/n)," Carol ended up noticing you and sat next to you, leaning close to your face. The smell of alcohol reached your nose, and you scrunched it up, not hiding your disgust. Right in front of your barely warm and poorly seasoned pasta?

"Hi."

"Nancy's hooking up with Byers," she informs you, pointing to your brother pacing around in the kitchen and Tommy mocking him.

"How do you know?" You raise a partly interested eyebrow, knowing not to trust whatever any of them was saying.

"He was in her room."

"That's all?"

"He was hugging her," Steve speaks up from the kitchen, finally settling down and leaning against the counter. He takes a sip of his beer. "I can't believe she would do that."

"Me neither," you nod. He snaps his head up, annoyed.

"What do you mean?"

"Chill out, man," you frown at his outburst. "I'm just saying, it's surprising coming from Nancy. Maybe you misread the situation, or maybe you didn't, but I think you should talk to her instead of these two idiots."

Carol bursts out laughing and rests her head on your shoulder. You push her away without too much effort; she was pretty easy when drunk. And for some reason, she seemed to think the two of you were best friends after a few beers.