The other Mayfield (Will Byers X Reader)

012. Skull rock

~Y/n POV~

"Not to be a wimp, but can I maybe sit in the car for this visit? 'Cause this is gonna totally and royally suck," Robin asked, leaning back slightly in her seat.

"It'll be fine," Nancy tried to reassure her, though her tone carried just a hint of worry.

I was sitting in the very back of the car with Steve and Dustin as we headed to Eddie.

"I can't stand to see those dull eyes of Eddie's break again. I really, really can't," Robin said softly, almost to herself.

"At least he can drink himself into feeling better," Steve said, mouth full as he held up the six-pack of beer we were bringing for Eddie, a small attempt at humor in the heavy silence.

"That's what my mom does," Max sighed quietly, staring out the window.

"Why don't we just give it a trial run? Like 'Hey Eddie, good news first this time! We got you some Dustin-approved junk food and that six-pack you requested. Oh, and we found Vecna! Only bad news is he's in that other, darker, much scarier dimension we told you about, and the gates are closed, so we have no way of getting to him. He's entirely shut off to us. So basically, you're screwed. And no, no, I know you were already screwed, but now you're like doubly, triply screwed!'" Robin finished her rant, shaking her head as if to physically rid herself of the stress it caused.

"Okay, wait, wait, wait. Maybe we don't put it that way," Lucas said, giving her a wary glance.

I watched Steve in disbelief. He was casually eating chips, while one strand of hair stuck straight up in the middle of his hairline, and a few other strands fell across his forehead.

"How can you seriously be fine with your hair like that? You look like Alfalfa, but worse," I said, watching Dustin crack a small smile before quickly looking away.

"How dare you," Steve glared, fluffing his hair out dramatically. "It's supposed to look like that."

"You say while whipping freaking chip crumbs in it," I teased. He gave me a glare that promised retaliation and flung a chip into my forehead.

"We're one step closer to finding Vecna. That's what we say, that's what's important," Nancy stated, trying to refocus everyone on the task at hand.

"See, Robin? Positive spin can make all the difference," Steve said, dodging another chip I flicked at him while shoving one more into his mouth.

"Uh-huh," Robin muttered, rolling her eyes but smiling slightly.

"Oh, shit," Nancy whispered as we pulled up to Reefer Rick's place. Police cars lined the street, reporters with cameras jostling for position.

We all got out of the car, moving carefully.

"Come on, this way," Nancy instructed, leading us as we crouched behind a van, trying to get a better look without drawing attention.

My mind froze as Officer Powell described Patrick, a basketball player, Lucas's friend, just like Chrissy and Fred. He died the same way.

Fuck. I'm next. I just know it.

I'm starting to take AC/DC's highway to hell moment serious. That fucking radio was mocking us on the way into Hawkins.

My thoughts scrambled as Officer Powell showed a picture of Eddie to the cameras, labeling him a suspect.

"This is not good. This is really not good," Steve muttered, shaking his head, voice low.

I tried to do the math on me and Max.