THEY THINK MY LOVER IS STRANGE ; MILEVEN ONESHOTS.

eggos.

(edit: if you're new to this book, please please ignore these first few oneshots. they are terribly written and have a lot of grammatical errors. i'm working on rewriting them as we speak. thanks.)
Mike
I was in the middle of a campaign with Lucas, Dustin, And Will, but I couldn't focus. I haven't been able to focus on anything for the past 4 months.

That's how long it's been since Eleven gave herself up to kill the Demogorgon.

I haven't been eating, sleeping, or practically breathing since she disappeared. I know she's not dead, I can feel her presence everywhere I go.

Everyone says she's gone, but I absolutely refuse to believe it.

"Mike!" I hear Dustin yell, his lisp audible.

"What? Yeah?" I answer back quickly.

"What's the next step of the quest?" Lucas says, a hint of irritation in his voice.

"Oh, u-um," I stutter, realizing I'm on the wrong page of the campaign binder. I hurriedly flip to the next page.

"The Proud Princess?" I ask, unsure of where we are.

Will smacks a hand to his head.

"We're in deep shit," Dustin mutters.

Lucas walks over to me and puts his hand on my shoulders.

"Mike, you need to wake the hell up! Eleven is not here, and she never will be. She's dead, and you need to get that in your head and focus on what matters most right now which happens to be the campaign. So get out of your little fantasy and read the next step of the quest!" Lucas angrily yells.

I wipe a tear from my eye. "Just shut up," I whisper.

I find the place we were before I fell into my feelings, and before I could start reading, I hear my name being called from the basement doorway.

"Mike!"

It was Nancy. She runs down the stairs that lead to the basement and starts towards us.

"Go away, Nancy, we're in the middle of a campaign!" I yell at her with obvious annoyance in my voice.

Nancy lets out a harsh little laugh. "Come upstairs and look at the News Channel. You're gonna want to see this."

Will, Lucas, Dustin, and I all look at each other.

Nancy runs back up the stairs.

We still look at one another.

"Well, let's not sit here and stare at each other like we're high, let's go see what it is!" Dustin says loudly.

As if on cue, we all stand up and race up the stairs of the basement and run into the living room, not bothering to be quiet. My parents were out to dinner, And Holly was in bed, so it was just us and Nancy. We can make as much noise as we please, Holly was a heavy sleeper.

"Hurry up, sit down!" Says Nancy.

We all take spots on the couch. We look at the Tv and see that they are doing a report on the local grocery store, which has been stolen from for the second time this year.

"What did this thief look like?" Says the news reporter, who is talking to the alarmed manager of the store.

"It was a girl, about 5'1, who looked around twelve or thirteen years old," the manager starts. "She had short hair, almost a pixie cut style, but a bit shorter, and was wearing a pink dress and a blue jean jacket covered in dirt stains."

My breath hitches.

"Okay," starts the reporter. He sounds confused at the fact that a twelve to thirteen year old girl would rob a store.