~ Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore - Mileven Oneshots ~

~ Our Little Secret ~

   after season 2 but before 3 again

   as if el went to school at hawkins middle that year

   el's POV:

   This math class is sooooo boring... El thought, her head leaning on her hand tiredly. Her eyes felt as if they wanted to close and not open for the rest of the day. She also had a slight headache-all symptoms of being allergic to math. She sighed impatiently as her teacher explained the problems on the board.

   Something about math, El had always hated. She wasn't particularly good at it, either. But that wasn't why she didn't like it. It was like that no matter who explained it to a class, or even when it was Hopper who taught her. It was just so...boring. And she didn't understand why she would ever need this strange knowledge for anything.

   As El began tapping her feet on the ground hastily, she looked at the clock for any sign of hope. It was 10:30. Thirty minutes left to next period. El groaned, slumping her head down on her arms against the desk. She wasn't even really listening to class, and she didn't care. She could just do it later at home, where she could focus at least a little more. Besides, the math teacher was pretty chill.

   El could barely keep her eyes open as she struggled through the time that seemed to be stopped. She Looked back at the clock, it now read 10:38. Why does time take forever when you're not having fun? El sighed, burying her head in her arms again and closing her tired, bored eyes. This wasn't the type of class in which she would be questioned if she was okay, thankfully.

   Suddenly, El felt a piece of folded paper hit her leg. Who, and what, could that even be? She wondered, getting up unwillingly from her comfortable position. She hesitated, getting her bearings and waking up, in a sense, before picking the note up. It said her name on the front of the crinkled paper, so it obviously was addressed to her. As she opened it up, she recognized the neat-for-a-boy handwriting instantly. On the letter were the words:

   El, you look bored. Wanna escape class with me? :)

   -Mike

   El smiled at Mike's words, even though it was on a note. She looked back to him in the class, and he smirked back, and kind of shrugged. After all, this was a chill class. The kids could get away with anything. She automatically, after seeing Mike's suggestion, raised her hand, after a few moments, she was called on.

   "Yes, Jane." The math teacher replied to El's hand, and she put it down. Jane was the public name everyone knew her as, and she didn't prefer it, but it was what she was born with.. Finally, El sighed in contentment as she walked immediately out of the classroom. She saw out of the corner of her eye Mike do the same, after he got permission. When she had met him in the hall and they were out of earshot of the room, she came to a stop.

   "What did you want to escape class for?" El looked up at him, smiling subconsciously.

   "You'll see." Mike smirked again, winking and taking her hand and walking rather fast down the hall. El's nervous excitement grew as she wondered where he was leading her. Finally, after they were a few hallways away from the math room, they stood in front of a small closet used for craft materials. 

   El's nervous excitement was pumping in her heart as he led her inside. What could Mike be planning? She wasn't sure. All she knew is that in math class, they certainly wouldn't be needing any of this junk to solve problems. 

   When Mike had carefully led El through the clutter in the closet, that was quite tiny, he shut the door with a sigh of relief so quiet she could barely hear it. But, since her hearing was pretty sharp, she noticed. Now standing just a few inches away from Mike, she shyly looked up to his face-lit very dimly only from the crack of the door outside-through the darkness. He smiled back.

   "Mike?" El asked, bewildered about what he might be planning. Were they just going to stand in here? But still, she was comforted by his presence regardless; she didn't care.

   "Yes, El?" Mike replied, leaning down a little to get a good look into her eyes. The smile didn't fade off his face, instead it got larger.

   "I-" El started, thinking to say she was confused. But Mike cut her sentence short by pressing his lips against his. She remembered the few times she'd kissed Mike before. Those were great-something she couldn't describe if she was asked-but nothing compared to this one. Something about it made it feel more...real. More private and intimate than ever before. 

   El could feel Mike's hands grip either side of her waist, something he'd never done before. Responding to his new touch, she gently grabbed his head, pulling him closer as her fingers weaved into his soft, black hair. The two of them never wanted to let go from their passionate embrace, and this was the closest she'd ever been to Mike physically. 

   Soon, after a few long moments, she felt Mike begin to deepen their kiss. She didn't know what to do, so she did the same as him. Her whole body was racing with adrenaline and tingles, she embraced every feeling and deposited the whole experience into her memory forever. She was sure she could never forget this. El never wanted to stop kissing Mike, to stop being this close to him. But sadly, it didn't last forever.

   Suddenly the door slammed open, and the janitor's face looked as if he had just seen a ghost-or perhaps, a demogorgon. He was so shocked he dropped his mop to the ground. El and Mike literally glitched from their kiss, hastily pulling away and blushing like crazy. El felt so embarrassed she felt like she could cry. She wasn't sure if he would yell at her and Mike, or punish them, or anything like that. But she was too stunned to speak at the moment. 

   "Oh heavens..." The janitor mumbled, scratching the back of his head. "What the hell are you two doing in here?" 

   El noticed Mike fiddling with his fingers. He looked really nervous as well, his face as red as a tomato. She couldn't blame him; her own cheeks were probably the same color, if not worse.

   "I-um..er..." Mike stuttered, but was unable to make out full words. El opened her mouth but then shut it, assuming the same thing would probably happen to her and that it wasn't a good idea. Suddenly, the janitor began laughing hard, his brownish-gray mustache wiggling.

   "Oh, come on, fellas. Ye know this is a famous make-out spot, right?" 

   This just made El and Mike blush even harder. El gulped and exchanged a glance with Mike, who looked just as flustered as herself.

   "You're alright. It'll just be our little secret." The janitor added with a cheesy grin, grabbing the Clorox wipes he must've come in here for in the first place. Then he walked away with the cleaning cart, chuckling to himself at the previous events that had just occurred. 

   El gave Mike a hug, a silent response to how they both felt about that.

   "Jeez, El, I-I'm so sorry...did I do something wrong? I didn't know that...um..." Mike asked, stuttering occasionally. He must have still not got his bearings after that total humiliation.

   El looked up at Mikes still-blushing face with loving eyes. "No. It was not you. At all." She smile sweetly but bashfully, her cheeks flushed a bright shade of peach. Mike wrapped his arms around her once again, kissing her forehead. She could tell he was relieved by her reply. Of course El was not mad at him. Why would she be? He had saved her life, taken her to the snowball, and was so kind always. Mike was the best boyfriend El could wish for. 

   a/n: im rly sry i haven't written in a little while guys! ive been sick and had a lot of homework lol but also i feel bad bc this oneshot was kinda rushed. but anyways tell me what u think! i have a lumax one coming soon, so dw ;) love you guys and tysmmmmmmm for all the follows/reads/votes i appreciate it SM <3333333333333 also have a great day :D