I've Already Told You Everything // Stranger Things

Your Scars Remind Me Of Constellations

Eleven lays sprawled out across the queen sized bed. She somehow thrashed the covers off her completely. She lay on her back; her shirt had rode up, just covering her chest. Her stomach and lower half were exposed, taking that she slept without pants on. Mike entered the room quietly, trying his best not to wake her. He sat down on the edge of the bed and studied her breathing. Her exhales were longer than her inhales. He synced his breathing with her own. Her breath hitched for a moment and she paused. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked around. Mike could tell she had a moment of "where the fuck am I." Her eyes landed on Mike and  relief showed itself in her smile. Just as Mike opened his mouth to speak, Elevens chocolate eyes bulged out of her head. She yanked the blankets up to her chest and gave Mike a look.

"Mike could you uh...give me a minute?" Her eyebrows touched in the middle and her forehead wrinkled. He sprang to his feet and walked to the door. His feet burned; like he had been walking on hot coals. He leaned against the wall and tapped his finger. Eleven swung open the door and stuck her head out. Mike turned his head to face her and he blushed.

"All good?" She nodded plainly. There was a painful silence before Eleven took it upon herself to head downstairs. She sat at the table with her leg folded under her. Her elbows support the rest of her weight.

"So," she starts. "What's for breakfast?" Mike scratches his head.

"Well, I can make pancakes." Eleven laughs.

"Is a pancake a step up from an eggo?" Now Mike chuckles.

"I mean yea, I guess so." He takes the frying pan out from under the counter. "These Kind aren't frozen though."

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Mike jogs down the stairs in his full uniform. He grabs his coat by the door and makes his way to his mother, who had been on the phone for a while now. She turns to him with tears in his eyes, and holds a finger up—signaling him to wait. He looks to Eleven sitting on the couch in the other room, but she just shakes her head and shrugs. Karen hangs up the phone and turns to Mike slowly. Her eyes filled with salty tears, waiting to spill down her face.

"Mike, honey," she was trying to be calm, but her voice shook with despair. "Last night," she was having a hard time finishing. "Last night Nancy was shot...she didn't make it dear." Mike stood frozen in place. Karen laid a hand on his shoulder but Mike brushed her off. He stood completely emotionless, not even crying.

"I have to go take care of things," Karen wiped her eyes. "I need you to call work and tell them you can't come in today, ok?" Karen rushes out of the door, and before she shut it, she let out a loud sob. Mike was in no rush to get to the phone. In his comatose state, he dialed the number slowly.

"Gene, I can't come in today." Eleven sat on the couch. Her heart was bursting in her chest; she didn't know if she should comfort Mike or leave him be. Suddenly Mike was yelling.

"Great...that's fucking great!" He slammed the phone back on the console.

"My sisters' gone and I get fired from my job, fantastic!" He stomps up the stairs, and for his finale, he slams his door loud enough to wake the neighbors. Eleven placed her head in her hands and shook her head.

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Eleven was rudely awaken from her nap by Mike tumbling down the stairs, singing inaudibly. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, his singing continued. He tripped and stumbled over his own feet. He was oddly happy and giggly; much different than a few hours ago. Once he laid eyes on Eleven, his expression went from pleasure to surprise and admiration.

"Well hello beautiful." He staggered over to her and sat on the couch beside her. She blushed, even though she knew something was off. He leaned close to her with a gigantic smile from ear to ear. Eleven laughed and pushed his face away. He laughed too.

"You aren't sad about Nancy anymore?" She said softly. Mikes expression changed once more. He started crying now, but he now he was rocking back and fourth. Eleven was growing worried of his state—she didn't know how to handle him; he wasn't acting normal.

"I can't do it. I miss her, Eleven. I miss her!" He said this over and over again while sobbing. He clutched his chest and began to hyperventilate. He looked to Eleven with terror. She immediately grabbed his face with her hands.

"Mike, look at me." She searched for his gaze. His chest still heaving rapidly, she stroked his face with her thumb. Mikes condition was worsening and Eleven did the only thing she thought of. Eleven collided her lips onto Mikes and she tasted the strong flavor of alcohol on his mouth. Mikes frantic behavior halted, and their kiss lasted long enough to heal his wound. They parted and Mike marveled at her. Her lips seemed to sober him. In that moment, Mike forgot about Nancy and his job. He remembered how sweet her lips were, and how much he missed them. He was amazed she was able to completely stop his panic attack from worsening. Eleven sat back. Her breath was thin and shaky, still recovering from the incident. The only words she could manage to let go were,

"I missed you Mike."

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This chapter was really intense and difficult to write, because I suffer from panic attacks too sometimes. Let me know what you guys think!!  There's that kiss y'all have been bugging me for 😂❤️❤️