"Are you going?" a voice said.
"Huh?" I spun around. It was someone I'd never even seen nor talked to before.
"Nancy's party," the girl asked, and laughed like I was an alien for not already knowing about it.
I stuttered and got lost in my words. Just thinking of Nancy Wheeler made me uneasy. I used to love her. I really did. I would have done anything for her. Her idiot of a boyfriend, at the time, knew it too. Even though they replaced the camera that he angrily broke, it wasn't enough. I would never forgive her for how she just tossed me aside when Will was back. I needed her the most then. Yeah, I was happy. I was beyond happy to have my little brother back. It felt like a second chance.
A day hadn't gone by without Nancy crossing my mind. Every time Mike came over to hang out with Will, and every time I saw her face in the hall. It was torture. I guess I still loved her, through it all. I didn't want to, and it was destroying me, but it seemed that way.
"Um, I wasn't invited," I replied simply to the girl. She clicked her tongue.
"Everyone's going," she rolled her eyes and walked away. I was left alone, standing in front of my locker. I sighed and placed the notebook I was carrying inside, propped up against the side of the locker.
I looked inside my locker at the pictures I'd hung. I had one of Will and I that my mom took while we listened to music in my room on the record player. Those were my favorite moments. I loved to share music with him. It was like sharing a piece of myself with him, and the fact that he loved the same songs, listened to the same music, made it even more special. My eyes then moved to the photograph I took of my mother and her boyfriend Bob. Even though the guy seemed a bit off to me, and how he was a little quirky, she was happy. He was good to her, much better than my father ever was.
The last photograph that hung inside my locker was of Nancy. I took the shot of her when we were in the woods hunting for the thing we thought took Will. We thought it must be like a bear or something at the time. We had no idea it was otherdimensional. She was smiling, and looking down as we walked. That moment I hung in my locker. It was important to me. She saw me for who I was, really, and hung out with me even though I was weird and no one else liked me. I felt like a real person when I was with her.
"Jonathan," I heard. I slammed my locker shut. I didn't need anyone knowing I was so sentimental and soft.
On the other side of the locker door, none other than Nancy Wheeler was standing, staring at me with her eyebrows raised. I couldn't say a word. I had dreamed of the day Nancy would talk to me again, without the world ending. I thought I'd never see it. Was I dreaming? Was I imagining her in front of me.
"Jonathan," she repeated. Maybe I wasn't dreaming.
"Yeah? Wh-what's up?" I tried to sound cool, evidently failing.
"I was going to invite you to this party I'm having Friday night," she said. I couldn't help but stare. It didn't feel real that she was talking to me, even still.
"I'll see if I can make it," I said.
She giggled. "You aren't busy. Come on. It'll be fun! Live a little."
I blushed. "I don't know," I chuckled nervously.
"Pleeeease," she whined, giving me clear puppy dog eyes and a pouty lip. Irresistable. It took everything in me not to lean in and give her a sweet peck on those lips.
I rolled my eyes. "For me?" she begged, staring and continuing to be adorable.
"Fine. I'll come."
She jumped and clapped her hands together dramatically. I liked that about her. She was so expressive with her emotions. I felt like she was genuinely happy I said yes.
"Great. Party starts at ten. See ya round!" she skipped off.
Oh god.
What have I gotten myself into?
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Slumber Party // Jancy AU
Fanfictionau: Jonathan Byers and Nancy Wheeler lost touch after Season One of Stranger Things (where the Demogorgon is defeated and Will is returned). Nancy breaks up with Steve upon realizing that she no longer is in love with him. Jonathan spends most of hi...