I've Already Told You Everything // Stranger Things

Eyes Like Hazel

Karen and Eleven wept into each other's shoulders. They swayed side to side, sniffling every once in a while. Karen pulls away from Eleven and studied her face.

"Sit down dear, let me get dinner started." Karen has become easier on the children; Mike says it comes with age. Eleven thought for sure that Karen didn't like her one bit, but she loved anything that made her son happy.

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"How long are you staying for?" Karen sips her red wine at the end of the table. Eleven pops a grape in her mouth and raises her eyebrows.

"Uhh to be continued." Eleven smirks at Karen, and she does the same back. Mike, still in shock, plays with his peas on his plate.

"Mike," his head perks up. "I think it's time Eleven moves into Nancys room for now." Mike looks to Eleven and she wears a giddy grin across her face. He can't help but look down and smile to himself. Nancy had gone to bigger and better things—New York had offered her a job with "Special Cases." AKA, a real life murder mystery. It was a secret undercover group that tried to debunk the hardest cases in America. Mike was really proud of her.

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Mike finished putting the cover on the last pillow. He huffed in satisfaction.

"There, a bed to yourself." Eleven jumped onto the bed—kinda like a belly flop. She stood up and began jumping. She let out a few giggles and so did Mike.

"Oh c'mon I just made that!" Eleven stops to tie her hair up in a bun. She leans down to Mikes face and becomes level with him.

"What's the point if you're just going to mess it up anyway?" Mike holds hands up in defeat.

"I guess you're right." He climbed on the bed and sat cross legged, facing her. He missed this the most; Just talking to her for hours about anything and everything. He remembered they would always change the topic so quickly, and Mike would have to explain his opinion, and she would agree with him. He also remembered how they would kiss after every deep conversation. He suddenly thought of her lips, and how he missed the feeling of them. Mike notices her picking at the scab on her knee. His eyes fixated on hers and she frowned.

"You don't seem too happy that I'm back." Her words were choppy, like she was picking them carefully. Mike was struck with heaviness on his chest.

"No! I-I'm extremely happy, I just can't believe it. It's like you aren't real." Mike said his last words a little quieter than the rest. Eleven looked up at him through her eyelashes. She positioned herself on her knees.

"I'm real." She inches closer, painfully slow. Mike copies her action. He looks down once before they connect. His heart skips a beat when he sees a giant red spot appear on the sheets.

"Eleven! Your knee is bleeding!" She jumps up in shock and looks at her knee. Mike hustles to the bathroom to get her a band-aid. She places it right over her wound. Mike changes the sheet on the bed once more. He does a double take when Eleven starts to change in the corner of the room. She wears a t-shirt, and no pants.

She sleeps in her underwear?!

She snakes herself under the comforter and flicks off the lamp. Mike still stands in the room, awkwardly waiting for her to say something.

"Well, uh, goodnight El." He steps out of the room, and before he can shut the door completely, he hears her voice.

"Night Mike."

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It's short, I know. But the beginning might be slow. I'm still developing plots :)