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Hᴀᴡᴋɪɴs, Iɴᴅɪᴀɴᴀ. 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟑
—"NOT HAVING MIRANDA with us is putting her in DANGER!" mike yelled at me, i stubbornly shook my head. i know. "imagine they went to your house and saw her !" He nervously cracked his finger, "lucas wether it makes you happy or not, we need your sister in the party. and, not having her by our side is putting her in serious danger." he explained, handing me his talkie-walkie.
i shook my head, refusing to give my sister a call. "give me that." dustin snatched the object from mike's hands. it's selfish, i know. and i admit it, i thought i was doing good.. but im not. but- i don't want her, there. i was snapped from my thoughts by the annoyed voice of my sister, echoing in the car. "you don't want me in your party anymore, why would you call me ? over." she sighed to dustin.
"you're still our friend miranda, you're still my best friend at least. over." he shots a glare at mike and i. to think mike loves miranda..
"aww. dustin, i love you. you're my friend but i don't think i'm needed. over." she cooed. "you are !" dustin argued. "and i'm like one hundred percent serious, this situation is serious, you're in danger, we're in danger ! look- hopper is coming to take you. and on the way, we'll tell you.. deal ? over."
and after a moment of silence, she lightly chuckled at something, making mike frown. "dustin-" she auto cut herself with a sigh, "letting you one more chance. deal." she chuckled once more. "i'm at Jean's house." she said through her chuckles, we heard her squeal and laugh. " jean- stop ! see where it is ?" she giggled.
"yeah. we're coming. over and out." dustin finally handing Mike his talkie-walkie back. "see it wasn't that difficult." he rolled his eyes.
"yeah but if something happens to her i'll kill you." i warned dustin, making the curly haired boy roll his eyes. he dismissively nodded, while eleven — to whom i excused myself — was calm, mike was calmer than usual. watching his talkie-walkie, and playing with it, with a frown. who's jean ? and why's dustin the only one to know this dude? was sure a question they were all asking themselves, but eleven and the concerned boy, dustin.
after the messy directions of dustin, and hopper spending thirty minutes of his time at grumbling at the boy in annoyance.. they finally parked in front of the marco's house. jean's house. where miranda got out of it with a huge smile on her face, eating the pastry mr.Lasso did, and her backpack on her shoulder.
