A World Turned Upside Down: A Will X Reader X Mike (ST)

Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Will

Nancy
"Barb, pull over," I say as we drive down the street.

"What?" she asks.

"Pull over!" I say again.

She does and asks, "What are we doing here? His house is three blocks away!"

"We can't park in the driveway," I say.

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah, the neighbors might see!"

"This is so stupid," she says as I touch up my lipstick. "I'm gonna just drop you off."

"Come on, Barb. Come on. You promised that you'd go. You're coming. We're gonna have a great time."

"He just wants to get in your pants."

"No, he doesn't!"

"Nance, seriously. He invited you to his house. His parents aren't home. Come on; you are not this stupid."

"Tommy H. and Carol are gonna be there!"

"Tommy and Carol have been having sex since, like, seventh grade. It'll probably just be, like, a big orgy."

"Gross."

"I'm serious!"

"All right, well . . . You can be, like, my guardian. All right?" I start changing my shirt. "Make sure I don't get drunk and do anything stupid."

She sighs. "Is that a new bra?" {Nancy's going all Little Mermaid for Steve.}

I look at my topless chest and shake my head. "No."

.^.^.^.^.

We ring the doorbell and Barb is shaking with nervousness.

"Barb, chill," I say.

"I'm chill," she says.

Eventually, Steve opens the door, loud music flooding outside. "Hello, ladies."

(Y/N)
Eleven sits at our D&D table in the basement.

"What's the weirdo doing?" Lucas asks.

She places her fingers on the edges of the board, closing her eyes, looking real focused.

"El?" Mike asks.

She opens her eyes and studies one of the pieces. "Will."

"Superpowers," Dustin says. Lucas shakes his head at him.

Mike sits next to El. "Did you see him? On Mirkwood? Do you know where he is?"

She slides all the pieces of the board and flips it upside-down, placing the piece she previously looked over in the middle.

"What does that mean?" I ask.

"Hiding," she says.

"Will's hiding?" I ask. She nods.

"From the bad men?" Mike asks. She shakes her head.

"From whom?" I ask. Because I, personally, will step up to kill whoever wants to hurt him.

Eleven places the Demogorgon figurine next to the other, and the boys and I share equally worried glances.

Jonathan
I park on the side of the road and grab my camera from the trunk. I snap pictures of things that may be helpful in finding Will. A scream is heard from a distance and I rush off to find who it was—like oxygen feeding the flame of hope. {What is it with me and themed metaphors like first it was literacy and now it's fire what the heck.} When I find the source of the scream, it's literally just Tommy H. threatening to throw Carol into the pool. I think it's Steve Harrington's house, if I remember correctly.