~Wills POV~
It had been nine hours of driving. Nine. And we still hadn't seen anything. The road stretched on endlessly, heat shimmering over cracked desert ground like it was mocking us for believing this trip would be simple.
"Should be up on our right," Mike said, giving directions from the map spread across his lap.
"There's nothing out here," Jonathan muttered, staring out the front window as the van jittered over uneven ground, the movement enough to finally wake Argyle.
"Mmm. We there already?" he asked, voice thick with sleep.
I scoffed in disbelief. "Already? It's been nine hours."
"It's gotta be around here somewhere," Mike said, craning his neck to peer out the windows.
"What exactly are we looking for, my dudes?" Argyle asked, twisting around in his seat to face us.
"Some sort of facility," I said, gesturing with my hands without thinking. I'd noticed I did that a lot lately, talking with my hands, like it helped keep my thoughts from slipping away.
"A fence. A building," Mike added.
"Any signs of life would be nice," Jonathan said.
"Since when did we decide Nina was a building and not a small woman?" Argyle asked. "Sound like a small woman to me."
"It's not a small woman," Mike snapped, irritation sharp in his voice.
"Small woman out in this desert would be hard to see," Argyle pointed out.
I looked at him in exasperation. Then I looked at Mike.
"How is he still high?" I questioned.
The question went unanswered as Jonathan leaned forward, eyes flicking back to the map in Mike's hands.
"You sure you got your measurements right?" Jonathan asked.
"Yes, they're right."
"You're a 100% right?" Jonathan pressed.
"Yes!" Mike said, louder now.
"Maybe the latitude and longitude are wrong," Jonathan suggested.
"Are you really questioning Suzie right now?" Mike asked in disbelief.
"She's a genius, Jonathan," I added.
"Even geniuses make mistakes," Jonathan said, turning back to the road.
"Well, she didn't," Mike shot back.
"If that small woman is small enough, could she fit behind a small tree?" I heard Argyle ask Jonathan.
"Stop, just—" Jonathan cut himself off as he slammed on the brakes, sending all of us lurching forward.
"Ouch," Argyle said.
"What are you doing?" Mike demanded.
"I am stopping us before we get more lost," Jonathan yelled, shoving the stick into park.
We all climbed out of the van, the heat hitting instantly. Jonathan popped open the back so we could look at the map more clearly. Argyle wandered off almost immediately, shouting Nina's name like that was somehow helpful.
"Alright, give me the coordinates," Jonathan demanded.
I nodded, unfolding the paper carefully. "Okay, longitude is 116 degrees, five minutes, and 17—"
"Slow down, slow down," Jonathan interrupted.
I clenched my jaw. I felt like slapping the paper over his head and calling it quits. I really wished I was blessed with teleportation, just enough to take us to Project Nina, and then straight to Y/N.
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The other Mayfield (Will Byers X Reader)
Teen FictionY/N Mayfield, Max Mayfield's twin sister, has a life that's anything but ordinary. Strange things seem to follow her wherever she goes. What happens when she crosses paths with four boys? Will she trust them... or fall for one of them? And as the st...
