"ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀꜱ ꜰᴀʀ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏw. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴇxɪꜱᴛ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴍʏ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ʀɪᴅ."
A fourteen year old boy with a curious past trails the Hawkins crew, eventually getting caught up in the terrible peril they will eventually face. But from...
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The foreign child skips along the sidewalk, joining alongside the various trails of children, adults, and teens making their ways to the newly opened mall.
The crowds cross the intersection leading to the mall, a loud murmur above the crowd, none of the words audible. The boy smiles cheerfully at the sight, it's beautiful lights shining as the sun barely hangs in the orange sky.
People drift towards him, making the boy shove his way through gruffly; barely making his way to the door.
"Let's see." He murmurs under his breath, his hands pushing his way into the rotational door.
An Hour Later
The loud crowd of rowdy boys, and particularly one girl sit seated in the theater chairs in the middle. Sprawled out across the seats without a care for anyone's space.
The smaller group seated below them sends angry glances up at the loud crowd, an angry red eyebrow raised from the hot haired red head.
"Can you guys shut up?!" Max yells at the crowd as the lights darken, signaling the movie is starting, the tension in the room raises. The teens turn their glances towards the small crowd, an angry glint to all of their eyes.
Y/N has only just met Eva Harrington, a young girl about his age; she was small, plump, almost child-like but her face was beautiful, womanly and angelic. The two had quickly bonded, their loud personality's attracting eachother.
"Can you?" The boy questions gruffly, his accent showing. The boys scrunch their eyes in disgust, "Ew.." They all mutter collectively.
"Whaddya mean ew?" The girl questions lazily, her legs kicked back above Max's chair. Max smacks her shoes off, making the girl smirk slightly. "Oh— okay."
"What's that accent?" Lucas questions, an eyebrow raised as he smiles lightly.
Mike glances over at him, "Missouri, maybe Louisiana?" Mike questions sarcastically, turning to look at the foreign boy with a soft grin.
Max smiles deeply, her dimples showing. "Do you have a sister by chance?"
