Just a quick little peek at Nancy's thoughts :)
Saturday morning, January 13, 1984
Nancy's POV
There was nothing to eat for breakfast but Eggos, and I thought Mike would be offended if I ate them. They were supposed to be El's.
I decided to wait until lunch and closed the freezer. Whatever.
Thankfully, Billy had been suspended, so I hadn't had to see him at school. I had been trying not to go out too much so that I wouldn't see him. He scared me.
Should I call Steve or Jonathan today? Or both? Steve had said they were finally getting along, which was good. After all, though we never mentioned it, Steve had saved Jonathan's life once. Both of our lives.
I suddenly thought about Barb when I thought of the monster, and for the first time didn't want to start crying. It was like I was all dried up. I didn't know if that was good or bad.
Thank goodness I had told Jonathan about all of it. It felt like reading Barb's diary had made me carry a thousand-pound weight for days, and Jonathan had taken some of the weight from me. It was overwhelming how much better I felt. I was almost delirious, and I probably shouldn't have been so happy. But I couldn't seem to help it.
I walked up to my room to look at my newly arranged bulletin board. I'd put the pictures of her back up, and I put some of Steve and I too. I didn't have any of Jonathan yet, which I wanted to change soon.
Maybe everything would be okay. Maybe all this messiness wasn't as messy as I'd thought. Maybe it was like a big stain on a shirt: traumatic at first, but if you scrub hard enough, it'll come out and the shirt is as good as new.
Okay, maybe that wasn't the best metaphor. I laughed at myself quietly. Now I was making metaphors about shirts?
Bored, I found myself walking into Mike's room. "Hi," I said.
He looked up from X-Men. "Hey."
"How are you and El?" I asked, leaning against the door. I wasn't teasing; I really wanted to know.
He blushed slightly. "I, uh, haven't seen her since Thursday night." Something had obviously happened on Thursday night from the way he looked at the floor, blushing even more.
I pursed my lips and decided maybe he needed a little teasing. "You're a virgin, right?"
His mouth fell open and he threw his comic book at me. "Shut up!"
I laughed. Damn, it felt good to laugh. "I'm kidding. Oh my god, you should've seen your face!"
He rolled his eyes and got up to get his book. "Okay, are we done now?"
I shrugged and stood up straight. "Sure. Bye."
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Fanfiction**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...
