Mileven - Fluffy oneshots

Thunder

Mikes POV

I was downstairs with Dustin, Lucas, and Will playing dungeons and dragons. We are about halfway through tonight's campaign, and I start to hear really light rain and wind outside. Will needs to roll. He tosses the die and it falls off the table
"Damnit"
"Come on!"
"Ugh" we all said at the same time. The boys scrambled looking for the die, when El woke up from her nap.
"Morning" Will said to El, still looking for the die.
"Morning?"
"Well it's night," I start "but you just woke up, so we say morning."
"three"
"What?"
"Your die. three"
Thunder boomed hard near my house, and she looked down, and squeezed her eyes shut. The second time, she quickly shuffled around on the couch, and covered her ears and eyes with a pillow. Then, it stopped.
She leaned over and pointed at the die laying on the ground. Will and Dustin exchanged glances, and shrugged it off.
"Thanks El" Will said. He walked over and picked up the dice.
"Three... oh shit. It got me"
"Aw" Lucas and Dustin said in unison.
Thunder cracked loud and El fell off the couch.
"Ow"
"El are you okay?"
"Yes"
"Are you sure?"
"..."
"El?"
"..."
"ELEVEN"
"...no"
I walked over across to the couch, and gave El my hand. "thanks" she whispered. W- we had, had a, a moment.. of complete silence for about thirty seconds, just gazing at each other. She stood up carefully, clearly shaking and scared, pulled up a chair, and sat down next to me to watch the campaign. She picked up one of the pieces, and shifted it around in her hand a few times. She turned it over and over, and set it back down. "So... what's happening now?"

"Well, Will just got taken out, and Dustin is on his way to Lucas, to help him avo-"
I was cut off as the door swung open. I heard clicking footsteps come down the stairs.
"What's going on down here?" Asked Nancy
"Dungeons and dragons" Lucas and Dustin said in unison.
"Lame"
She flashed a smile at El and motioned for her to come up the stairs.
"I have a surprise for you."
"m-m-mike...?"
I gave El a small nod, and she glanced at Nancy. She clearly had worry in her eyes. Nancy held out her hand, and El took it thankfully.

Eleven's POV

As I took Nancy's hand, she quickly led me upstairs. I stumbled over every other step, and I was still scared "out of my mind" as Mike would say. Sometimes, I do not understand what Mike says, so I ask him. Will got me a dic-tion-ary for Christmas. He told me that the book was for words. I looked inside, and found some words. I overheard Mike talking one day and he said the word "love" and I didn't understand. I looked for it in the dic-tion-ary and it didn't make any sense. I want to ask Mike what it means, but somehow I'm scared.
"El"
"what?"
"Did you hear me?"
"Um... no?"
"It's okay. Sit down."
Nancy handed me a small package. It was wrapped in silver paper. It looked beautiful. I looked at her confused.
"Open it. Late Christmas present."
I looked at the beautiful box, and I couldn't help but smile. I turned the box over, and gently tore off the paper. It was a nice peach colored box, and flipped it. It said B L I S S on the front in big shiny letters. I opened up the box, and smiled. It was a big set of cosmetics. The first layer split and lifted up to reveal a second layer of beautiful colors. Nancy said the first layer was blush and the second layer was eyeshadow. I hugged and thanked Nancy.
"Now do you want something even better?"
"Uh... yes"
"Follow me"
Nancy led me down the hall to Mikes room, and I looked at her, confused.
"Open the door silly"
"Silly?"
"Weird, funny, strange"
"Oh..." I opened his bedroom door, and looked at the room. "Oh... wow. This is- this is amazing...."
The room was half painted light blue, and half pale pink, almost white. The room was perfectly symmetrical, with two twin beds, two desks, and two bins. I sat down on my new bed and felt the soft comforter. I touched the flower shaped pillow on the bed, and admired our bedroom. Our bedroom. Ours. That's a smooth word. That word makes me happy. That word is a lightbulb. A nice, warm, yellow lightbulb. Ours. That word is soft, like my blanket, and my pillow, my bed, and my Mike. My Mike. The word ours means that we are joined in the ownership over something. I love Mike. Oh. Did I say that?
"El?"
"Hm?"
"Are- you okay?"
"Um... Yeah-Yeah I'm-I'm fine."
"Promise?"
"promise"
"I'll leave you alone."
Nancy started to walk out the door and I quickly interrupted her.
"Ca- can you bring Mike up here?"
"Um.. yeah. Sure."
Nancy left, and thunder pounded. I didn't want to hear the thunder. I wanted Mike. I started to cry at the next pound. I slid off the bed onto the plush carpet and sobbed into the rug. I heard a gentle knocking on the bedroom door, and heard Mike's voice. "Come in" I managed to let out. The door quietly squeaked open, and I could feel mike looking at me. I heard the quiet gasp, as he bent down and gently placed his hand on my back. My spine tingled more than a sleeping foot.

Mikes POV

I came into our bedroom and instantly saw my baby girl on the floor, collapsed, upset, shivering. "Baby"
"Mike"
"B-baby? What happened?"
Thunder boomed loud, and El screamed quietly and sobbed more.
"Oh. I- I see. Come here."
El sat up and I sat criss-cross. She laid with her head on my chest, leaning on me. Crying softly into my white t-shirt.
"Eleven. You are my baby. You are so important to me. I will start snapping necks if anyone hurts you Eleven. I love you Eleven. I love you baby."
"Mike?"
"Yes?"
"what's- what's love?"
"You are perfect to me Eleven."