Basic Instinct [stranger things]

102. The Breakfast Table

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWO
THE BREAKFAST TABLE

Aaron wandered his the way to the kitchen a little slower than Kimmy had, in fact when he got there, the girl was already sat next to her redheaded friend at the kitchen table, the two whispering furiously amongst each other.

The blond was stuck in a daze, and he was unable to snap himself out of it. So much, that he almost didn't notice Nancy and Dustin standing helplessly watching the two girls converse until he came to a halt next to them.

Aaron couldn't exactly hear what was being said around him, but he knew there was some sort of conversation taking place between Dustin, Nancy and the two adults of the Wheeler house. He knew that he'd most likely been mentioned or directly spoken to, but he couldn't find it in himself to focus or care for that matter. The blurred voices of the four may as well have been miles behind the blond.

It were as if his senses were now only of use if they were using all its might to soak in the brunette girl he'd found himself grown more than fond of over the years.

He was constantly on edge, and he worried that maybe if he allowed his eyes a break from her for more than necessary then the worst conspiracies that he had spun up in his head would become a reality. Setting off a timer which could only tick at him mockingly as it counted down the little time the brunette would have left.

He knew it was a possibility that she may spiral down the path her friend was being lead down - and that was the problem.

The blond almost wished the brunette hadn't told him of her potential problems, or even more, that her closest friend hadn't spilled to the group what was looked for in a potential target. At least that way the two could live the short time she may have left obliviously, leaving her timer to tick silently as the inevitable doom was forced upon them abruptly.

Aaron almost thought that would be better, the idea of having no time to prepare.

It wasn't as if it was preparation of the monster and how to defeat it, it was the preparation of loss and death. Admittedly, Aaron wasn't exactly doing a great job on the preparation of the later, but on the other hand, he wasn't exactly hopeful on the first option either.

It wasn't as if the group were exactly fit and qualified to take on the cause of these murderous attacks, no matter how much Aaron tried to believe any sort of scenario which resulted in the end to the fucked up situation.

They were teenagers, children. And it seemed as if everyone else kept forgetting that.

Despite the fact Aaron was shamelessly trying to convince himself as well as Kimmy that she and Max would be fine and that there was nothing to worry about, he wasn't stupid. And it sometimes felt to him as if he was the only one who wasn't.

The group were venturing on plans, yes. But Aaron had had plenty of time over the past few days to think over the current dilemma the group had found themselves in, and it appeared he wasn't as sure as everyone else on the guarantee of everyone's safety.

It sounded selfish and stupid, and the boy would never say it aloud, but he almost wished that the group wouldn't continue with their abrupt decision to investigate the situation. If it were up to him, he'd want to spend the potential last days he would have with Max and Kimmy doing things kids did. Playing on their bikes, going to the arcade, or the beach. He decided he'd even settle on playing games like they used to. He would do anything.

They were kids, and in Aaron's opinion this seemed very much like a grown ups place to step in. And he wished everyone would stop acting as if that's what they were. He wished his friends would stop rushing to grow up, stop rushing their childhood.