even weirder stuff || stranger things x female reader (season two)

eight - that's what she said

Saturday, November 3, 1984

"All right. I'm 3.6 inches, what do you got?"

"Hmm, that's what she sai-"

"I'm not sure," Mike interrupts you from Joyce's room. He was holding meter tape to the wall, where Bob had identified Lovers' Lake, to measure the distance with Tippecanoe so that you could get an idea of the scale of that giant map. "Mrs. Byers?"

"Hold on," Joyce stretches the tape more. "Twenty-one feet, four inches."

"What about Tippecanoe to Danford Creek?" Bob asks, sitting at the kitchen table with a map of Hawkins, a meter stick and a pen.

"On it!" You and Will extend another meter tape between the two points. "Sixteen feet, ten inches. Not that size matte-"

"What about Danford to Jordan?"

"Isn't Jordan a Middle East country?" You wonder out loud, making Will chuckle.

"Yeah, but it's also a lake here."

"Oh, that makes more sense."

"I don't think Jordan would have fit on a map of Hawkins anyway," Mike rolls his eyes.

"I know, smart mouth. My point is that if I didn't even know there was a lake named Jordan here, how do they expect me to find it in this fucking mess of a map?"

"This has got to be enough," Joyce sighs, tired from all that measuring and you talking nonsense.

"It's not," Bob shakes his head as you all drop the meter tapes and gather around the table. "It's... It's really not."

"Okay, can't you... figure it out?"

"Well, it's hard," he sighs. "The ratio isn't exactly one-to-one. I mean, if you're twisting my arm, and you are twisting my arm, I would say that the X is... maybe half a mile southeast of Danford?"

You all look at each other, half-amazed by Bob's big brain moment, half excited to have found where Hopper could be.

"Thank you," Joyce kisses his cheek, sighing in relief. "Thank you."

And then she snatched the map from the table and ran out, soon followed by Will and Mike, leaving only you and a very confused Bob in the messy kitchen. He turns to you as you start to make your way out as well.

"What? Are we...we really going?" 

"Yup," you say, grabbing a few pancakes as you step out of the kitchen. "Come on, let's go!"

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"Want this pancake?" you try to hand one to Will, who you were sitting next to in the back of the car, but he just shakes his head no. "Alright," you shrug and decide to eat it instead.

"I want some," Mike comments, and you hand him one of the other pancakes with a proud smile and a wink.

"That's my boy."

"No, no, no, turn left," Bob, who was supposed to show the way to Joyce, suddenly says, and she takes a sharp turn, making all of you in the back bump into each other. This might have bothered you an hour before, but you had gotten used to her nervous driving by now. You  had been in that car for a while. Night had fallen.

"There's nothing there," Mike says, mouth full of pancake, leaning forward in his seat to look by the front windscreen.

"Bro," you shove him backwards, "don't speak with your mouth full. That's disgusting." You take his place in the space between Joyce and Bob's seats, more comfortably since you were in the middle seat. "Anyway guys, there's nothing here."