The Only Girl for Me~ Eleven x Reader

Mix-up

Mike's POV

"El...? I say, staring at the back of the girls head. She had just gotten out of Hoppers truck. She turned around and looked at me in confusion.

"Oh, sorry! From behind you looked like a girl I know- er, knew..." I say. My eyes widen in shock as I begin to realize something. "Holy shit." I say. "You don't have hair."

She looks at me like I'm crazy and nods. I take a step closer to her and take a good look at her. She was wearing what looked to be boys clothes. In fact... "Dustin?" I shouted. I slowly around the girl.

"Yeah?" He said, coming around to the other side of the truck. "Aren't those your old clothes?" I ask. "Yes, and Mike, your scaring her!" He said. "Who... is she?" I ask. The girl rolls up her sleeve and points to her wrist. My eyes widen again and I grab her wrist. It has 012 tattooed on to it.

"Holy shit." I whispered. She gently pulls her wrist away from me and takes a step backwards. Dustin sighs. "I'm sorry about my friend. This is Mike. See, he was really close with El and-"

"Wait. You knew El?" I ask the girl. She nods. "Have you seen her?" I ask. She shakes her head. "Oh... okay." I say. "We're you friends with her?" I ask. Twelve nods. "Best friends." She whispered. "Me too. Kinda. I'm Mike. Its nice to meet you... Twelve." I say, holding out my hand.

She looks at me quizzically. "Oh, you probably don't know what I'm doing, do you?" I say. Twelve shakes her head. "Its a hand shake. You stick out this hand," I point to her left arm. "And I stick out my right hand. Then we grab hands, and shake. Its a greeting." Twelve smiles. 

"Nice to... meet you." She says

Twelve's POV

We go inside, and Dustin introduces me to Ms Byers. She was a little shocked at first, just like everyone else. Once she got over it though, she was very nice. She asked if I knew about anything that could be done to help her son Will, but I said no. 

It felt awful that I couldn't, but I had no idea about any of this until today. We sat down at a table while the man with the mustache, I learned his name was Hopper, called the authorities. 

"Sam Owens. Dr Sam Owens. I don't know how many people are there! I don't know how many people are left alive! I am the police! Chief Jim Hopper! Yes, the number that I gave you, yes. 6767. I will be here." Then he hung up.

"They didn't believe you, did they?" Dustin asked. "We'll see." Hopper said. "We'll see? We can't just sit here while those things are on the loose!" Mike cried. "We stay here, and we wait for help." Hopper said firmly. Then he disappeared down the hall.

We sat there in silence. "Hey Twelve, what exactly are your powers?" Mike said suddenly. I glanced around the room, looking for an object. Steve was holding a cup of water. I concentrated on the cup for a little bit, and then it started to float out of Steve's hands. "What the hell?" Steve asked, looking around confused. 

With a small flick of my hand the cup flew across the room and landed in front of me. Everyone in the room, including myself, looked rather surprised. I hadn't expected that to work. "Cool." Dustin said in awe.

"Can you do the thing where you close our eyes and find people?" Lucas asked. "Sometimes." I replied. "So your powers are just like El's?" Mike asked. "Sort of." I say. I get up and walk over to Steve, and reach up to his forehead.

"Hey, what are you-" He never finished his sentence, because he broke down on to the floor laughing. I turned around and looked at the others. "What was that?" Max questioned. "Emotion manipulation." Mike said. I smile and nod. 

Dustin laughed. "That's so cool!" He said. I tapped Steve's head, and he went back to normal. "What the hell was that?" He asked. I smiled. "Powers." I say simply. 

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