ANGELA [STRANGER THINGS]

two.

" YOU CAN'T DEPEND ON YOUR EYES WHEN YOUR IMAGINATION IS OUT OF FOCUS "

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The Byers' household seemed desolate without Will.

Angela pulled into the long dirt driveway, parking beside Joyce Byers' car. The land was quiet, the only sound being the wind whipping through the trees. Even though it sounded and looked peaceful and uneventful, Angela knew that there was something monstrous out there lurking in the dark.

Angela knocked on the front door, but no one came to the door. She knew Joyce was in there, and not because her car was parked in the driveway.

"Miss Byers? It's Angela Wright," Angela said, knocking on the door again. "Can you let me in?"

Joyce wasn't budging. Angela wasn't sure what was wrong, but she didn't have time to find out. The longer she spends not trying to find Will, the longer he stays in danger. Angela didn't want to put him through that loneliness, but there was not much she could do.

If Joyce didn't want to know, Angela didn't care. She can find Will herself.

Angela turned away from the door, jumping from the porch steps and into the dirt. She tugged her jacket closer around her as the wind sped up, but it still numbed her nose and cheeks. It was beginning to get colder.

As she opened her car door, another car pulled into the driveway. Angela looked over her shoulder, finding Jonathan turning his car off and getting out.

Jonathan looked over at Angela in confusion, wondering why she was in front of his house. "Angela?"

"Uh, hi," Angela mumbled, awkwardly scratching the back of her neck.

"What are you doing here?" Jonathan asked, walking around the side of his car to face her.

"I was just, uh, coming to ask your mom about Will," she replied honestly. Angela felt bad for Jonathan and Joyce.

"Do you still need to talk to her?" Jonathan pocketed his keys, looking over Angela. He could tell that she was freezing by the way she stood, with her arms crossed inside her thin jacket and her shoulders hunched.

"No, it's fine," Angela told him, not wanting to come off as bothersome to them. She needed to leave.

"Alright, well, uh," Jonathan muttered, shuffling his feet.

"I'll see you around, Jonathan."

"Angela..."

Before Angela could get into her car, Jonathan called her back. He still stood by his car door, watching her getting into her own vehicle. She was halfway inside before she stopped and looked back up at him.

"Yeah?"

"You can call me Jon. I mean, if you want."

Angela smiled sweetly at Jonathan, her eyes crinkling in the cutest way. "Bye, Jon."

Angela knew that Jonathan is antisocial, and to some extent she is too, but besides all of that, he was still adorable.

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I have a six hour band practice today. Wish me luck.

Hope you liked this chapter, more to come soon.

All my love,
mikayla x.