Mileven - More Than Pretty

~Chapter Nine~ Chocolate Chip

Mike's P.O.V

Somehow, El and I managed to make it home on my bike and I opened the door to the sweet 

smell of chocolate chip cookies. I knew my mom would outdo herself for El's first day of school.

I didn't want to trash her parade with what had happened, but it was pretty much inevitable, 

especially with the evidence all over my face. Literally. 

"Oh, Honey! You're home," I winced when she turned around to face us. Her jaw had dropped to

floor.

"Oh my goodness! Michael, what happened?" she exclaimed.

"It was just some kid at school. I'm fine," I told her.

"Well you don't look fine," She sounded nearly exasperated. 

I felt El tug on my hand a little bit. It was obvious this whole situation was making her feel 

 a bit uncomfortable.

"We're uh...just gonna head upstairs," I blurted out.

 I heard my mother calling my name from the kitchen as we dashed up to my room. My face

was throbbing, steadily. 

"Sorry about that El," I muttered.

"It's...okay. But what smelled good?" she asked.

"Oh yeah! My mom made cookies," I said.

"Cookies?" she questioned. 

"Chocolate chip. My favorite. Maybe they'll be yours too. When you wanna go downstairs again, we can get some," I explained. 

She nodded, hesitantly. It made me sad she had never had any contact with even one of the 

most basic desserts. I find myself wondering what the earlier parts of her childhood were like.

"Mike," she called. My thoughts had put me in another world for a second.

"Yea," I answered.

"Nancy's home. And I think she's crying," she said. 

Oh no. 

"El, I'll go talk to..." but before I could even finish, El was out of the room.

Nancy's P.O.V

What a douche bag. What a damn douche bag. 

"Oh, she's just a friend. Nance, I like you," he said. 

"I would never do that to you," he said. 

"You're an idiot, Steve Harrington," I had told him that jokingly, as I always did. 

He really is an idiot. But of course, the waterworks had to make their presence and my 

objections were ignored, whether he was worth it or not. 

"Nancy, why do you cry?" the familiar voice of Eleven rang through the sad air of my room.

"El, you don't need to worry about this," I spluttered out. 

It was one of those moments where my throat was dry and locked shut, so you could barely 

make out a single word I said. 

"Mike says we're...sisters. I want to help," she replied. 

"It's just Steve," I said. The emotion had suddenly been sucked out of my voice somehow.