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AFTER WHAT HAD happened last night, you decided that maybe you could get el to help you find will— hopefully. After speaking to the others about a plan you walk over to el who sat on the couch.
"Just stay down here. don't make any noise, and don't leave." You tell him, "if you get hungry, eat dustin's snacks, okay?"
Eleven nods, you looked at him wearily, still not sure if you could trust him.
"You know those power lines?" You asked him.
"Power lines?" El repeats.
"Yeah." You reply. "The ones behind mike's house?"
"Yes." El answers.
"Meet us there, after school." You told him.
"After school?" El tilts his head.
You nod again. "Yeah, 3:15." El stared at you with slight confusion.
Taking a glance at your watch you slip it off, gently grabbing his wrist and placing the watch over it. "Say '3 1 5' with me." You tell him.
"3 1 5." Both you and el say together.
"When the numbers read three-one-five, meet us there." You say.
"Three-one-five." El repeats again.
You grabbed your backpack and jacket, standing up, about to leave— but that's until you felt el grab your wrist.
"S-See you there?" El stammered a bit before he asked.
You turn to him, giving him a reassuring nod. "Yeah. I'll be there." with that you pulled your wrist away and headed upstairs.
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DURING RECESS YOU were looking for a good measure of rocks, hopefully something Lucas could use since he has his wrist rocket. Mike was helping you, he couldn't help but ask you a few questions though.
"Um..what do you think about el? I think he's pretty cool." Mike says, you don't reply but end up doing so anyways.
"I mean-- we just met him. I don't know what to think of him." You reply. "I would like to know where he came from and why he's so scared of those men-- the bad men, whoever they are. or maybe lucas is right-- he is from the loonybin and just needs to go back."
Mike lets out a sigh, grabbing your wrist gently. "Come on-- you don't really believe that do you? he seemed really scared, you even insisted he'd come with us. what does that tell you? he's in danger." he explains.
"..maybe you're right." You reply. "but we can't be so sure."
Mike doesn't press any further, instead he hands you a rock to inspect. "What about this one?"
