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

Part 24:- Camp Dunewood. (Part 2.)

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The etching sound that lightly danced across the bedroom window was enough to send Eleven's back straight; up like a bold in pitch darkness as a cold sweat washed over her face and chest - heart trying to escape through her throat the first chance it could get. El had a dream. Not just a dream. But it had felt real. There was the man. The man she saw the day before. She had sworn she had seen him somewhere, but couldn't put her finger on it. Then, she realised that Maxine wasn't in her bed. She ignored it, got up and headed for the Living room.

As El entered. She turned the light switch on. After she saw what was right in front of her, she froze and regretted waking up so early.

Right there on the couch was Max and Mike.

Both in only their underwear, making out.

Both breaking one of Coach Macantash's 5 rules.

"I'm so so sorry.", El apologised stuck in the same position.

"Oh shit.", Max whispered.

"Uhh... I think you should go Mike.", she added.

"Right.", Mike answered gathering his stuff and scurrying out back to his side of the camp.

"What were you two doing here? Are you together?", El asked.

"Umm... you see, Mike and I are... fuck buddies.", Maxine replied.

"Fuck buddies?"

"Yeah, like we have sex, but we're not like together together."

"Oh... Well, I'm going to be in the shower if you need me."

"Ok..."

"Yup.."

"Yup.", said Max before El left slowly out of the room.
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As El walked to lunch, she turned down a hallway leading to the camp's cafeteria and was immediately greeted by the overweight cook. The thick man pinched his index finger and thumb together. "Ah, now this, this is something I can work with," he shouted happily, his large belly jiggling over his aging belt that looked as if it could snap at any minute. "Excuse me?", El said louder that she intended to be.

"You, you're perfect.", he replied.

"Perfect for what?"

"Cleaning duty of course! You're small enough to fit inside that oven over there and clean it."

"But-"

"That's enough chitter-chatter, meet me here at 6pm and you my friend can clean my dear Betty. Ok?"

"Ok...", El quickly grabbed a random plate of food and walked off.

As soon as she left, the cook grabbed something from inside his ear and whispered into it: "I've got a hold of her."

"Good. I'll send Dr. Brenner and his agents there when it's time."