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How You and I Met

How You and I Met

A Lonnie, 20 years younger, enters the Byers house and announces -I'm home, family!-

The sound of tiny feet running at full speed soon fills the air, and a child's voice shouts -DADDY!-

Lonnie, overjoyed, picks up the boy and spins him around, saying -Hey Johnny... wow, you've grown while I was gone?-

Little Jonathan proudly replies -Yes!- which makes his father laugh, toss him in the air, and catch him, eliciting shouts of joy from the boy.

The boy asks -Did you bring me anything?- The man nods and says –Here- taking an old baseball glove from his backpack and placing it on the boy's head like a hat as he lowers him.

Then the man asks -And you...?- but the question hangs in the air as he hears the sound that could only be a baby.

Lonnie looks up and sees a young Joyce walking briskly toward his room carrying something wrapped in blankets.

He quickens his pace and, seeing her placing the baby in the crib, exclaims -Wow, came early!- He walks toward the crib and asks, with a mixture of nervousness and joy -What was? Lisa or Dennis?-

Joyce, finally deigning to look at him, replies seriously -I decided to call him William- in a firm tone.

Lonnie, adopting that same seriousness, responds -We had agreed that...- but Joyce interrupts him -We said we'd wait until we saw his face, but guess what... he arrived, and you weren't here, I had to give birth ALONE in this very bed, and I didn't see his face because the placenta was still attached, and I think Jonathan saw it... if the paramedics hadn't arrived in time...- in a clear reproach.

He clarifies, defending himself against the accusation -HE ARRIVED ALMOST A MONTH AND A HALF EARLY... how did you expect me to know that...?- lowering his voice as he notices she's starting to shout.

Then he calms down and asks -But did everything go well?- genuinely worried.

But she clarifies –yes, nothing serious happened... but I told you something felt different this time, but as always, you don't care about what I say– already starting to get annoyed.

Lonnie replies –what did you want me to do? Miss my father's funeral?– in a tone bordering on anger.

Joyce rolls her eyes and crosses her arms, saying –yes, the man you hadn't seen in 10 years, come on...you just went to see if he left anything, admit it–

Lonnie sighs and replies –it wasn't like that...besides, there wasn't even anything left. The bank repossessed the house years ago, now it's abandoned. I went in to see if there was anything worthwhile, but nothing...–

She says -Ray Carroll called...- Lonnie looks at her doubtfully, and she finishes -...he said they couldn't wait for you any longer in the Department of Energy... they gave the position to someone else-

Lonnie, furious, takes a few steps away from the crib and yells -DAMN!- while kicking a nearby nightstand hard, shattering the wood.

The baby starts to cry, and Lonnie limps slightly in pain. Joyce walks to the crib and begins to soothe him.

He tries to approach, but a look from her that screams -DON'T COME NEAR" makes him back away.

Once the baby's crying subsides, she walks toward the kitchen, and he follows her, mostly to himself, saying -Now I'll have to find another job... and that one was so well-paid and so close- without even really looking at his new son.

Joyce chides him -If you took that desk job at "Botco Industries", instead of breaking your back day after day-

To which the young man half-asks, half-reproaches -You want me to work for your father... When I suggested we move there, you made it very clear that no, it wasn't a good place to raise children, and besides, I wouldn't have time to write-

Annoyed, she replies -Well... that was before we had twice as many children and half as much money... AND WHEN THE HELL DO I HAVE TIME TO WRITE?-

Lonnie adds -Well, you're the one who always returns their checks and the bills in their birthday cards- dodging the previous allusion.

Joyce exclaims furiously -IT'S NOT THE SAME... WE'RE NOT GOING TO LIVE OFF THEM!- and so begins another shouting match.

Meanwhile, little Jonathan walks over to the crib and says angrily -It's all your fault...- He reaches into the crib and is about to pinch the baby when the baby turns its head.

Jonathan runs away, fearing that the little monster's face will disappear again.

Lonnie takes another swig of his beer and explains -And that's how you and I met. Now, if that's all... what the heck are you doing?-

He sees Liam sketching in his sketchbook and, turning it over, asks -What do you think of this cover?-

It contained a sketch of what one might expect to be a portrait of a nuclear family: a mother holding a baby, a father beside her, and a child in the middle.

Lonnie replies ironically -Well, those were our expressions, I'll grant you that- Since they didn't have faces in the sketch, Liam clarifies -I was thinking of using old photos to draw them in more detail... but now that you mention it, they'd look good without faces, very introspective...-

The older man asks -What's with that hair? It looks like a rooster's- pointing at the mother. Liam shrugs and replies -It's always like that in her old photos-

Lonnie shakes his head and responds -No, she wore it shorter then- Liam corrects the drawing, and the other clarifies -No, much shorter, it looked like a man's... I swear I never understood why she wore it like that, but she let you guys have that long hair-

Liam responds -I guess it's because it's the only cut Joyce knows how to do. We always kind of hated it, to be honest- They both laugh bitterly, though Liam doesn't clarify that by "we" he means their personalities, not Jonathan.

Then Lonnie mentions -Besides, your brother was smaller- Liam asks -Really?- surprised.

Lonnie clarifies -a complete Smurf...you were always the fattest- trying to provoke him.

But Liam rolls his eyes and clarifies -well, sorry for inheriting Grandpa Deetz's robust genes, along with his good taste and serene intensity...instead of your build like a dog standing on its hind legs-

To which Lonnie laughs sincerely and Liam adds -after my grandparents gave me decent food, of course, unlike my entire childhood-

The middle-aged man defends himself, but not in an offended tone -Hey, your mother was the millionaire's daughter who chose to work in a pharmacy and live in a bungalow-

Liam replies -Well, so we wouldn't be taught to be freeloaders, like "others"...- and they continued half-talking, half-arguing.

The camera pulls back from the window, shows the house from the outside, and the screen goes black.

Okay, it took me a little longer than I expected to post this than I originally thought, and I'll be honest, it was because of season 5. I was so anxious that something would come out that would ruin my whole story.

Even with the adjustments I made in "Green Eyes" and "The Wicked Witch Is Dead" to be able to control the past and future as needed.

Do you think Liam will manage to get Gordie out of there? I'll leave it to your imagination...

This would be the end of the movie itself. Then comes the post-credits scene, the consequences of this movie, and then we continue with what's next, and I promise you'll be surprised.

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Criticisms and comments are welcome.