The Stranger Things Are Meant To Be - A Mileven Fanfiction. (COMPLETED!)

Part 22:- Cleavage.

Slowly and reluctantly, El uncovered her face. She blinked, closed her eyes, and blinked again. Streaks of sunlight penetrated the window and blinded her. She sat up, dragged her feet off of the bed, and rubbed her knuckles against her brown eyes. She stretched her arms above her head and yawned. Calmly, she watched her legs dangle above the off-white polyester carpet.

Eleven looked beside her and looked at her clock. It read 7:03. She had an hour until school started. Since she had 60 minutes, she decided it would be better to get dressed since she was already fully awake.

She got out of the bed and opened the blinds. She slowly undressed from the oversized T-shirt she wore from the day before.

As El was undressing Mike was passing by. As he did so, he saw El's door slightly cracked open. He thought that she wouldn't have been up at such a time so decided to go and close it. Bad idea Mike.

Suddenly, he froze. Right in front of him was a naked El facing the window with only underpants on.

Her tall frame and slender body were like of a Victoria secret model. She could have graced any billboard or magazine cover, but she was better than those two dimensional photoshopped models. She wasn't just flawless in her bone structure, her skin was like silk over glass and she radiated an intelligent beauty.

Mike was astonished and accidentally fell backwards. El quickly turned her head alarmed by the loud crashing sound.

"Hello?", she asked.

'Mike! You perv.' , Mike thought and tiptoed quietly back to his room.

Eleven quickly got her shirt on and exited Nancy's bedroom.

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The halls were crowded with people, and the chaos was so perfect, like a movie. There was the couple that was always making out on the left side of the hall, and about ten feet farther down, the cliquey girls. Opposite them, the cliquey jocks, and between them, the parade of band geeks with their huge instrument cases. There were the aerospace tech kids who never did anything but make paper airplanes and the fashion kids that wheeled mannequins and clothing racks down the halls.

As Mike and Eleven walked down the noisy hallway they were both very quiet.

"Mike? Are you ok? Is something wrong?", El asked.

"Who me? Pffft. Noooo, why would you think that?", he replied.

"Okay... Well, I need to get to Biology."

"Ok. I'll see you in the bedroom!"

"What?"

"No, I mean I'll meet you at lunch."

"Ok... I'll see you later."

"Bye."

"Bye.", said El flustered.

'Mike! You idiot.' , he thought before rushing to his own class.

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The monotone buzz of several-hundred voices hummed like an orchestra of deadbeat droids. A single figure entered the room, sheer authority silencing the class.

Eleven was showing a lot of... cleavage. She was for definite did not look aware of what she was wearing. She must of accidentally picked one of Nancy's 'I'm feeling lucky' shirts out of her wardrobe.

A moment later, the teacher walked in, but it wasn't the usual Mrs. Linkon that always came in complaining about life. It was a substitute. She seemed very very nervous.

"Umm... H-hello children. My name is Miss. Asshelemet (Ash-helmet). Mrs. Linkon isn't feeling very well today s-so I will be t-taking over for the day."

Then she started the register.

"Emily."

"Here."

"Jeremiah."

"Here."

"Fredrick."

"Here."

"J-Jefferson."

"Here."

"Jane."

"Here."

As soon as Miss. Asshelmet lifted her eyes from the register, they landed on El's JUICY JUICY BANGOS.

"AAHHHHHH.", She screamed and ran out of the classroom as fast as her tiny legs could carry her.

The whole class cheered but stopped as soon as they realised that the head was going to be teachings them now. Where as El was still unaware of her choice if clothing.

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