Thursday afternoon, January 4, 1984
Jonathan's POV
...taking different roads...
I closed my eyes and let out a breath I hadn't known I'd been holding.
love will tear us apart...
Nancy swam to the front of my mind, and I opened my eyes again. Why was she always there?
...again...
I ripped off my headphones, mentally apologizing to Joy Division. I thought music would make me feel better, but it hadn't.
I hadn't talked to Nancy since after that day in the hospital with Will. When I picked up Will from the Wheeler's, i tried to leave as quickly as possible. I made eye contact with her once, but pretended I hadn't noticed. I saw her in school all the time with Steve Harrington, but obviously avoided both of them.
Ugh, Steve Harrington. He was supposedly "nice" now that he wasn't friends with Carol and Tommy, but I couldn't see it in that slimeball. Nancy didn't deserve that jerk.
Stop, I thought frantically, realizing what I'd just thought. It isn't your business who she dates. You aren't even... aren't even... friends anymore, if you ever even were.
I got up and went to Will's room. He wasn't there- probably off with his friends somewhere. He had been with them a lot after school lately.
I sighed and went in the empty living room. Mom was at work.
I had to stay here for Will when he got home, as was the new rule. I usually didn't mind too much, but right now I was too restless to stay in the house. I had to at least go outside.
I shrugged on a jacket, pushed open the door, and sat on the rocking chair outside. The wind whistled through the branches of the trees on either side of the house, and I sighed along with it.
What was Nancy Wheeler doing to me?
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أدب الهواة**DISCLAIMER: i wrote this in like middle school before season two came out & it's pretty cringy but i'm leaving it published bc it has 20k reads😏 ❝ This is not yours to fix alone. You act like you're all alone out there in the world, but you're no...
