Becky slowly pulled a folder out of her tattered handbag, on the front it had the beautiful name on it: 'Janeien.'
"This was an album for you, but there's only one picture in it, a painting actually. That dickhead took you only a day after you were born and covered it up by paying doctors big bucks to say that Terry had a miscarriage and was delusional."
"Dickhead?", asked El completely oblivious to the curse word.
"You know, a jerk."
"A mouth-breather?"
"Yeah I guess, if that's what you call it. But you shouldn't really be saying those types of words but then sometimes in life you just have to say 'Fuck It.' " .
"Fuck it.", repeated El.
Becky gave a small chuckle and Eleven did the same.
"Here.", said Becky giving the small painting to El.
"Terry said you had big, beautiful, brown eyes. They glowed with humor and playfulness that never seem to escape them. Some deep shit."
"I mean, I was sure you were made-up, but now...now that I know your not and can see you. She was right. You are beautiful. You look exactly like her. You look-"
"Pretty?", El interrupted.
"Yeah, really pretty.", Becky said with a little chuckle.
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The Stranger Things Are Meant To Be - A Mileven Fanfiction. (COMPLETED!)
FanfictionAfter 6 years, Eleven finally appears. But not the El Mike, Dustin and Lucas knew back in '83. She can't recall many words, or remember how to read properly. She's scared of people who love her, unable to deal with the intensity of their emotions. M...
