ANGELA [STRANGER THINGS]

five.

" THERE'S A ROOM WHERE THE LIGHT WON'T FIND YOU; HOLDING HANDS WHILE THE WALLS COME TUMBLING DOWN. WHEN THEY DO, I'LL BE RIGHT BEHIND YOU "

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Angela Wright and Nancy Wheeler used to be friends.

The first time they met each other was when Nancy was in elementary school and Angela was the new kid.

At first, Angela was quiet and didn't talk to anyone. That never really changed, but she talked to Nancy. She talked to Nancy about everything.

Angela didn't like liars, or people that pretended to be something they're not. She had that mindset when she met Nancy, but now, Angela wished that she never ran away from the Laboratory.

Being children, Nancy thought it was fun to play pretend and thought that everything Angela told her were stories. That is, until they got older and Nancy realized that Angela Wright was being completely serious about being a science experiment for an electric company.

Angela always loved Nancy. Mainly because Nancy listened to Angela about her troubles, but when that all came to a sudden halt, Angela realized something. Nancy thought it was all a weird childhood phase to try and get kids to like her.

Angela wouldn't hate Nancy as much as she does now if it wasn't for the rumors.

Nancy went through what every middle school hormonal teenage girl goes through. But that still never made what she did okay. Nancy told the entire school about Angela and how much of a freak she is – how Angela thinks she has super powers and was taken by a man when she was younger.

Angela really did hate Nancy.

Right now, she should be at Will's funeral. To be honest though, Angela couldn't bring herself to attend something like that, not when she knows for a fact that Will was not dead. Jonathan probably hates her guts right now, but Angela knows she's doing the right thing. She refuses to waste time by standing in the heat in a crowd that surrounds a coffin that held a body that was not Will's.

She drove by the graveyard, though. Slowly, because if she didn't show up for at least a second, she knew that Jonathan would never talk to her again.

Everyone was standing around a hole that held a box that held a body that was not Will's. Angela caught the end of the priest's monologue, but even if everything was quiet and Angela could hear him perfectly, she couldn't repeat the words he said for the life of her. Her mind was too focused on Will.

Nancy Wheeler was there, and it made Angela kind of sick to her stomach. But she kept her eyes forward, because she was there for Jonathan, not Nancy. Despite her strong opposition towards this entire event, Angela stayed for the last five minutes just to make it up to Jonathan in some way.

The coat Angela always wore provided no warmth on this particular day. It was the beginning of November, and still she hasn't invested in buying warmer clothing.

"You came."

Angela looked up to see Jonathan standing in front of her, a dismal and heartbroken look on his face. She frowned.

"I wanted to apologize for how I acted," she said softly, hanging her head. "I didn't stop to consider your feelings."

Jonathan just stood there for a moment, staring down at the small woman in front of him. He wondered about all those rumors; were they true? Was Angela just crazy like everybody says she is? For some reason, Jonathan wanted to believe that she was insane, because he could feel that she wasn't.

"I have to go," Angela sniffled, and it was then that he realized that she had been crying. "I-I'm sorry for your loss."

"Wait."

Jonathan's grip on Angela's wrist was firm, but somehow it was also sweet. There was a certain protectiveness that she could feel, but that didn't mean she turned around to face him while tears ran steadily down her cheeks.

"Why are you crying?"

"This is a funeral, why wouldn't I be crying?"

Jonathan knew that wasn't the real reason as to why she was crying, but he let her go, and watched as she drove away.

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Sorry for such a late update, I've been going through some stuff.

Hope you liked this chapter, thanks for reading.

All my love,
mikayla x.