Tell Me Something Good

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Karen Wheeler. A mother of 3 - well four - if you count Eleven. She stands petite in her own personal failure; she doesn't love Ted, she loves his money. She only had a notion of having children, and living out the American Dream for as long as mentally and physically possible. A hypocrite woman—lets her son sleep with a troubled girl every now and then. She realized her dreams couldn't ever be fulfilled about a year ago, when her goody daughter fought a monster, and her son held a fugitive in their basement without her knowledge. Nothing that walked in or out of that house was normal.

She leans against the wall with a hand on her head in vexation. Doctor Corinne nearly gnaws her ear off, asking countless questions about Elevens endeavors.

How many people has she killed?

Was she forced drugs as a stimulant?

Has she tried to hurt you?

Corinne was very interested in Eleven; but that's understandable. She would call every other day to check up on her, and when the phone rang at 3:00pm, Mike would call Karen from the next room over saying,

Mom! You don't have to answer, she'll think we aren't home.

It was ok for a while, until she began to ask strange questions about Mike and Elevens relationship; questions that make Karen uncomfortable to repeat.

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Eleven and Mike stand facing the back of his door. A calendar hangs itself dead center on the door.

"And what's this day, and why does it have a heart?" She points to February 14th with her boney finger. Mikes heart flutters just thinking about the date.

"Oh, that's Valentine's Day. It's a day where couples go on dates and just celebrate being together."

"Like us?"

"Yea, like us." Mike thinks for a second and he suddenly realizes something. They both now lay on mikes bed. They stare up at Mikes ceiling as if it were interesting. Eleven knew something was up with Mike, and her lips were bursting at the seams to ask him about it.

"What." She states plainly.

"What?" He props himself up on his forearms, hovering over her. She suddenly becomes alarmingly nervous; but a good nervous.

"Well...I don't know..." she didn't carry on her sentence. Mike started into her warm brown eyes. His were cold—but the kind of cold you get when you have goose bumps. Elevens eyes fluttered under his mesmerizing gaze. They were unable to move, too caught up in their own world to say anything else. Mike places one hand on her waist and the other propping himself up next to her. He's visibly nervous, but that doesn't matter to Eleven.

"Be my girlfriend?" He says on the faster side, not wanting to ruin the moment - but alas - typical Mike Wheeler.

"What's a—"

"It's when two people are more than friends. Like us." He smiles at his last words. Elevens body heats up quickly. She squirms under him, but he's oblivious to this. She so badly just wants to kiss him, and to kiss him for a long time. Nancy told her that kissing could lead to bad things so she refrained for now. Eleven never said anything, besides telling him she loves him with a simple look. She glints her eyes up at him and smirks a tiny bit, giving Mike the signal that 'yes, yes I will be your girlfriend.' Mike brings there bodies closer with his leverage. Eleven radiates warmth through her entire body as soon as he's pressed against her. Their lips graze each other's; Mikes breath hitches before they connect. Not even 3 seconds in, glass is being scattered on the floor and flying across Mikes room. Mike protects Elevens face with his body, and she screams into him. The glass is still and the room is silent besides the racing breath of both Mike and Eleven. Mike pants.

"What the..?"

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