promise → mileven

two → skinny dip

hawkins, indiana. 1987, september 26th, saturday. 1:13am, sarah scott's house

mike wheeler wasn't a big party animal, or at least he's never considered himself as one, but alas, here he was this peculiar friday night - or, more percisely, saturday morning - in sarah scott's house, with a few drinks in his system. how he ended up here was a haze. he remembered going to the football game with the whole squad, cheering on lucas, then he remembered dropping off will and dustin, and the last thing he clearly remembers is dropping off lucas and max at one of the cheerleaders', sarah's house. he knew they must've convinced him to stay and then to take a sip of this, and a sip of that and well... oh shit, he was going to be grounded for sure.

but now wasn't the time to worry about it, when max was pulling him by the arm to join in a game of truth or dare. he tried shrugging her off a few times but then gave in, plopping himself down next to lucas and a girl with way too much makeup on who's had way too much to drink.

"ok, how do we decide who goes first?" one of the football players in the group asked. he looked around, and when nobody answered he just shrugged and started, spinning the bottle. it landed on a cheerleader and he dared her to flash everyone. she shrugged, giggled and pulled up her shirt, enjoying the attention. later, max was dared to punch someone in the balls, then another dude was dared to take off his shirt and dance on a table. he complied and then promptly passed out from being too drunk. the group shrugged it off and continued on playing. soon, the bottle landed on mike.

"hmm, mikey, what should we make you do?" christey, a cheerleader mike didn't particularly like, batted her eyelashes at him.
"ooh! i have a good idea!" lia, her best friend exclaimed and whispered something into her ear. she nodded, seemingly satisfied with the idea
"skinny dip in hopper's pool." christey said and he groaned.
recently, sherriff hopper had moved into the suburbs and sarah scott was his next door neighbor. he didn't really want to do it - partly because he was a cop after all and he could probably arrest him on many things - trespassing, innapropriate conduct, public nudity, underage drinking. but mike mostly despised the idea because he didn't want jane to catch him embarassing himself.

"if you don't do it we'll tell the whole school you're a pussy and that you suck dick!" one of the football players exclaimed and he sighed, shrugging. he pulled his shirt off, slid his pants off then his socks, and trudged out in only his boxers
"do it! do it! do it!" the group started yelling and a crowd gathered. he jumped over the fence, slipped off his boxers and hung them on the fence, then walked the final few steps hiding his jewels with his hands. he shivered in the late september breeze, then tested the water with a toe. 'god bless sherriff hopper for having a heated pool' he thought, then stepped back and jumped in, the warm water enveloping him in a pleasant cloak.
he swam around for a few seconds before he heard a soft pitter-patter coming from the house. the pale boy froze, glancing at the house and then at the fence. what were the chances of him making it safely out the pool and over the fence, inhibited and slippery as he was? near to none, he thought, as he saw the lights turn on in the porch and a collective gasp escape the crowd's lips as they all pushed their way inside. nearly noone was left in the garden by the time the back door flew open - and those who were still there besides mike were too drunk to comprehend what was going on.

when a petite figure stepped out on the patio, mike didn't know whether to be relieved or even more worried. on one side, he wasn't getting arrested and grounded even more. but on the other side he knew he'd never be able to speak to jane again.

as she stood in her patio at nearly 2am in only a thin t-shirt and underwear, jane didn't know what to make of the seemingly naked  boy standing in her pool. she just knew she was glad the lights were dim because he wouldn't be able to see the faint blush dusting her cheeks. after all, mike wheeler was a sight to see right now. his dark hair was pushed back by the water and his freckles stood out even more in contrast with his pale skin, his face seemed even more chiseled in the harsh shadows painted by the dim patio lights.

'skinny dipping' they'd called it, in one of her teen romance books 'the act of swimming, usually in a pool, naked' her dictionary had defined it. however, neither of these things could prepare her for what to do when she caught someone skinny dipping in her back yard pool. so she just did what felt right. she peeled off her thin pajama shirt, shivering in the chilly weather, covered her chest with a goose-bumped arm, and jumped into the pool herself.

i kinda wanna go skinny dipping now myself (ive never been lol)
i really like writing this part, i like to imagine what it must be being a teenager in the 80s in a small american town.
anyways, jane isn't as shy as she first seems lol. i wonder whats going to happen next ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° ) dont worry i wont rush things but i will make them advance slightly next chapter.
i hope you liked this one tho and until then, lots of love!
elena