Don't Be Afraid (Stranger Things Fanfiction)

The Rules

Selenia's P.O.V.

Come on, just do it. It's not hard, doesn't have to be weird, just do it.

I muster up my courage and dial the number. There are a few rings and then...

"Hello?" Lucas greets, and I almost hang up.

"Hi." I manage weakly. "It's Selenia."

"Oh! Selenia hi!" I can hear the smile in his voice and feel the awkwardness briefly leave me. "I'm glad to hear from you. What's up?"

"Uh, I didn't really have anything to do today, so I was hoping you and I could get together..." I trail off.

"Sounds great! Is there anything you wanted to do?"

"Nothing specific. Anything will work."

"Alright, I guess I'll meet you where we first ran into each other." He chuckles at the memory, and I can't help but giggle too.

"See you in thirty." I agree.

"Until then." He chirps and hangs up. I take a brief moment to congratulate myself on my bravery. That is until I realized the predicament I had laughed at so many of my 'friends' for.

I now had to decide what to wear.

After about ten minutes of scouring my entire wardrobe and still being undecided, I make myself calm down.

Come on Selenia. Lucas seems like a good guy. He won't care what you're wearing, provided you're at least wearing something.

I throw on some decent clothes, not too showy, nor too plain, and grab my skateboard from the garage. It was already almost too icy outside to use it but still. As I walk outside, I feel the familiar cold hit me and smile.

I wonder if anyone's morning could possibly be going better than mine right now?

Mortifer's P.O.V.

I open my eyes to the usual sunlight peeking through the blinds and smile at the gift of being able to awaken here again. It is another day I'll be able look after others, whether I know them personally or not.

After a few moments of mentally preparing myself for the day I realize something odd.

It is warm in this bed today. Like a lot warmer. I take in my surroundings, by default noticing the beautiful young woman snuggled up against me, fully clothed mind you, and feel my heart get a whole lot warmer too. Seeing her like this, peaceful and vulnerable feels like an honor I really don't deserve. So, after a while of observing her slumber, I make myself wake her up.

"Morning Denise." I whisper softly, nudging her a little. She opens her eyes sleepily and grins affectionately.

"Morning Mortifer." She breathes contently, and readjusts herself so that she is pressed up against me harder. Even I have to take a moment to realign my thoughts after this before I can continue. "Denise." I urge. "Are you ready to talk today?"

Her eyes snap open, as though she is just realizing something, and looks at me flushing redder then I'd ever seen her in the past.

"This...this isn't a dream?" She asks quietly, still a little unsure.

My smile broadens. "Not at all, but if you want we can pretend it is for a while longer." She shakes her head.

"No, this is better." She states firmly. "I'm ready to talk."

"Good, let's go make breakfast first real quick though, alright?" I prompt cheerfully, to which she nods but doesn't move.

A few seconds pass.