I've Already Told You Everything // Stranger Things

Black Umbrellas

Mike heaved their suitcases into the back seats of Elevens car. He didn't talk; there was a depressing vibe oozing from him, and Eleven could feel it. She plopped herself in the passenger seat and cranked the heat up all the way. The February air was starting to thaw itself out, but there was still a need for the heat to be on. Mike sighed before putting the key in the ignition. He linked hard.

"Are you sure you want to go? You don't have to." Eleven rubbed her cold nose.

"Of course I want to go," her voice was soft. "Nancy is the reason why I'm here today." Her lips curved into a smile. Mike grabbed her hand and brought it to his face. He planted a small kiss on the back of her hand. Elevens smile remained plastered on her face. She felt young again. Even though they were on their way to a funeral, she couldn't help but embrace the moment she had with Mike. She doesn't look at him the same after their moment only a few nights ago. She wondered if it was Mikes first time too, because he seemed to know what he was doing. Then again, she had nothing to compare it to. She suddenly felt nervous and jittery. She tapped her finger against Mikes hand while she held it. He glanced at her for a moment.

"Everything ok?" He kept his eyes on the road. She turned her face to the cold glass and gathered her words.

"The other night," she paused. "Was that your first time too?" She didn't look at him at first, but she worked up the courage to turn her head. He adjusted his hands on the steering wheel.

"I mean...yea," he bit his bottom lip. "Was I bad? Were you not ready?" He suddenly felt scared. He wasn't sure what Eleven was going to say, and that scared him.

"No! It was...good." she removed her hand from Mikes grasp to move hair behind her ear; a nervous tick she picked up. "I just didn't know if you had met anyone else while I was gone." Mike put his lips between his teeth and bit down.

"I didn't date anyone else. I...wasn't interested in anyone else." Eleven looked to him as they arrived at the airport. Her heart fluttered around in her chest.

He didn't want anyone else. He waited for me.

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Eleven demanded the window seat. You could practically smell the anxiety on her. Mike held her hand tight as they boarded their flight. Once they got settled in and ready for lift off, Eleven let out a loud sigh and took a sip of the over priced water she had purchased in the airport. Mike had warned her about turbulence, but when the plane took off, Eleven practically jumped into his lap. He chuckled lightly and held onto her. Her small figure curled up in his lap, with her arms firmly draped around his neck. He was able to hold her comfortably for a while, until his legs fell asleep. But so did Eleven. She quietly breathed at a steady pace. Mike lifted her carefully and placed her back into her own seat. Still asleep, she shifted her body to get situated. Mike was at ease knowing she had finally calmed down, and was able to sleep before the funeral. He had been worried because she didn't sleep at all the night before.

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When they had landed in New York, the couple had to rush to the church because if they didn't, they would miss the viewing. They had shown up at the same time as the Byers family. They hadn't said a single word to each other, they only embraced. Jonathan stood most quiet,with his head low and his hands in his pockets. Eleven approached him and gave him a single pat on the back. He looked up with glossy eyes. She yanked him into a hug, and he cried on her shoulder. They had never shared a moment like this before. She felt like something was there that was unspoken, she just couldn't put her finger on it.

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Mike carried one single white rose back to the car with him. He placed it on the dashboard carefully, making sure to keep the petals wouldn't fall off. Mikes spirit was now a bit lifted, due to the fact that he had small amounts of liquor in him. His family didn't care if he drank around them, his excuse was:

"Due to the circumstances, I'm allowed to do this." Then he would take a shot. He would look to Eleven and Karen and they would both shake their heads.

Eleven refused to let Mike drive back to the hotel, especially in the city. Mike reclined the passengers seat and began to sing along to the radio. He sang loud, and not very well. He stopped playing his air guitar when he realized something. He sat up quickly.

"Hey, I haven't heard you sing in a while." His words were slurred, but he wasn't completely drunk. Eleven smiled, but her eyes stayed glued to the road.

"I don't know this song Mike." She laughed while he continued to sing. He put his hand on his forehead and took a Mixtape out of his bag. He places it in the Tapedeck and nods his head with a smirk.

"I know you know this song." Mike cranks down the window and turns the volume up a little louder than it was before. Eleven beams when she hears 'Eyes Without a Face' begin to play. She sings the lyrics like they were meant for her. They rolled off her tongue and dripped off the tip of it like melted butter; rich. Mike was no longer singing, but listening now. The louder Mike turned the volume up, the louder Eleven would sing. And the louder she sung, the better she sounded. Mike prized at her like gold. She was gold to him. He whispered something under his breath, that Eleven wouldn't be able to hear.

"God damn I'm in love with you."

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Get ready for "Mike and Eleven take on New York" 😂😂