Stranger Things One-shots (Requests Closed)

It's the Little Things

lukey_pookie

For Mike Wheeler, it started as an average Saturday morning, wake up, eat breakfast, and go on a bike ride. Little did he know that his life changed forever.

Really, that's not how it works. Nothing that's sporadic, not in that sense. There's always that exposition.

My life didn't change this particular day, but as I look back, it was a great day. I'm, in reality, very happy that she hit me with her skateboard.

That skateboard wounded me, yet it led me to meeting one of the greatest people in my life.

Her.

It did start on a Saturday morning, plain and sunny. Warm, in fact... sweltering, as the summer heat beat down on to the earth, the air fuzzy and radiating with positive warmth. The sun, brilliantly shining, hung high in the sky, as I gathered my things to go on a small bike ride. As I slowly pulled out, I started to ride, and ride, and ride. A peddling motion, nothing of which amounts to any excitement. Tedious riding, almost boring after an extensive period of time. A boring circular motion, going onwards, onwards, onwards. That is, until...

THWACK!

I found myself on the ground, my face pressed against the shiny asphalt; my body ached in an ubiquitous and placid sense. I released a groan, and pulled myself upwards, to look around. Was I hit by a car? Another bike?

"Hey, you okay?" A strong tone inquires from right behind me, leaving me to swivel my head. A girl stood in front of me, clutching a skateboard. "Yeah... what hit me?" I asked, attempting to stand up. "Um... me." She answered matter-of-factly, causing me to cock my head in confusion. Her? On just a skateboard? Well then, I was not paying attention at all. "Haha, um..." She tapped her foot, analyzing me in general. "You're cute." She informed me bluntly, a blush arising to my cheeks.

"Uh... thanks," I replied with a slight smile, the crimson tint not fading. "So, what's your name- oh my god, you're bleeding!" She exclaims, biting her lip slightly. "Oh, I guess I am." I glance at my leg, where, she has proven herself as correct. I was bleeding, my skin scraped and odd shades of black and blue, with trickles of dark red liquid seeping from the bruised location. I thought looking at it hurt the most, my perplexed expression molding into a pained wince. "Hey, we're right down the road from my house, let's get you clean." She offers, holding out a hand for me to take. My attempt at standing almost failed, but she caught me by gripping tighter.

God, she was strong.

"Let's get your bike." She suggested walking towards my disheveled bicycle, with me limping behind her. "I'm... I'm not very strong, I'm sorry." I tried to elaborate the situation, but she shook her head. "I'll get it." She adds, but I shake my head. "No, not about my bike, I meant about me falling. I wasn't paying attention, and I wasn't to strong about regaibing balance." I explained, and she shook her head. "Nah, accidents happen." She waves a hand, disregarding it.

I smiled appreciatively, but she didn't see it; she was too busy assembling my bike. "Can you use it as support?" she turned her head to me, and I silently nodded. "Yeah."

With that final note, we walked back to her house, a two story, brick-made building with few windows. It was a nice house. "Thanks," I murmured, and with eyes sparkling, she smiled. "No problem."

Once we both settled inside, I examined the cut. Unlike most scenarios, where the blood would naturally dry, it didn't. Not on this particular wound. It hurt, the nerves turning a blotchy red and throbbing. Still with a couple things steaks of blood, the continuating of such irritated me. "Alcohol, cotton swab, and Band-Aid." Her voice apprised me, passing me the three items. As I prepared myself, I poured a small amount of alcohol on the aquired area, which didn't soothe it.

It hurt like hell. With a long grimace, from both me and her, I rubbed the cotton swab all over my leg, pressing just a little deeper. It's a fraction of agony, but as I placed the Band-Aid on, my senses filled with mirth.

"There," the girl said simply. "All better?" She makes a pouty face, supposedly mocking me. "Yup. Thanks." I replied with a small smile, giving her the opportunity to smirk. "Yeah, yeah. Wait, before you go," my standing figure was held back by her hand, catching my wrist. "What's your name?"

I turned back to her, and answered with a warm grin. "Mike. Mike Wheeler."

She nodded. "I'm Josie." She reciprocated my grin.

Her smile is really pretty, I noted internally.

I didn't even acknowledge that she still had my hand in her grasp, until I looked down. She pulled away bashfully, and bit her lip.

"See you around, okay Mike?"

"Yeah, see you later." I agree, headed towards the door. With a final wave, I exit her house, feeling very content. That was, until she ran up and took my wrist again. "Nah, I'm bored all ready. Want to hang out?" She asks, another smirk playing at her lips. With my heart beating out of my very chest, I agreed.

The average Saturday morning had turned into one of the best I've ever had. She was mad, insane, and ultimately badass. We laughed, talked, and hiked for hours, isolated and completely alone.

My conclusion: she's one of the coolest people I've ever met.

Josie, a pretty name for an outstanding girl, someone of whom I'd love to see again, someday soon.

(this is so late, OMFG! But here's the request, sorry for being three months late... haha.)