stranger things imagines + more

"you should come join" - will imagine

you move in next door to the byers and meet will for the first time

"Bring this casserole to Joyce Byers, next door, will you?" Your mother placed the large glass dish in your hands and pushed you lightly towards the door. "Tell her it's from me," you nodded as slipped on your sneakers and looked outside. The snow was just starting to melt, and was currently in that gross-slushy stage. But you kept your sneakers tied around your feet tightly.

"Okay."

"Thank you, Y/N," your mother smiled her warm smile as you headed down the road. It was a bit chilly; the wind had blown your hair all over the places and you continued to desperately wipe the locks from your face. By the time that you had reached the Byers' house, you had nearly dropped the casserole at least twice and nearly toppled over more than you could count on one hand.

"Y/N! What a pleasant surprise," Joyce, your next door neighbour for only a couple days, smiled half-heartedly as you stood at her doorstep. Peering in slightly, you noticed Christmas lights hanging from the ceiling and something written across the wall in paint, though you couldn't make it what it said, even with glasses on.

"Hi, Mrs. Byers."

"Please, call me Joyce."

"Um," you looked back at Joyce. Something was off about her, but you couldn't put your finger on it. Like, she had gone through something major recently. Though you were sure you were just seeing things, you noticed Joyce's smile. It was slightly crooked and her lips didn't match her eyes. Sure, she smiled, but her eyes stayed the same: gloomy, "my mom wanted me to give this to you."

"Oh, tell her I say thank you," Joyce took the casserole from your hands. "Would you like to come in? It's chilly."

"Okay," you nodded and Joyce opened the door slightly.

"My son, Will, is in the kitchen. Have you two met yet? I know you've met Jonathan."

"No, I don't think so."

"Will!" she called and in scurried a boy about your age. He was scrawny and short, a bowl cut placed atop his head. Something — the same thing as Joyce — was off about him too. Even the smile. "Will, this is Y/N. She moved in next door only a couple days ago. Y/N, this is my youngest, Will. I think you two will be going to the same school this year. You're in the eighth grade, right?"

"Yep," you nodded.

Will looked at you with intense eyes and you felt your cheeks flush. You felt awkward with him watching you like that. He must have noticed how uncomfortable you were, as he dropped his gaze to the casserole in his mother's arms. "What is that, mom? Dinner?" He asked curiously.

"Yeah, Y/N's mom made it for us."

Will turned back to you. "Oh, thank you," you nodded politely as Joyce stalked off into the kitchen to put the casserole in the fridge. Will suggested that you see his room, so you shrugged and followed him.

"Wow," you gasped as you entered the small room and immediately, your eyes flickered to the drawers hung on the bulletin board. "Did you draw this? Is that D&D?"

"Yeah! You play?" he asked excitedly and you nodded, running your hands over the crayon-sketched drawings. "Cool! Me and my friends play all the time. Lucas, Dustin and Will. You should come join sometime. They're really cool. It's so much fun."

He was rambling, but you didn't care. The thought of having four new friends already excited you. Especially people who played Dungeons and Dragons. None of your friends back home played it. "That sounds great!" you exclaimed and turned around to face him. He was leaning over the stereo in front of the window.

"Do you like The Clash?" he asked, still playing with the stereo.

"I've heard a few songs. Why? Do you?" you sat on his bed.

"I love them. My brother, Jonathan, got me into them," he said and pressed play. Should I Stay or Should I Go blasted as he turned the volume down some so you could talk. "You've met Jonathan, right? That's what my mom said, anyway."

"Yeah. He seemed cool."

Will nodded and came around, then sat beside you. He bobbed his head to the music and you giggled at him.

The rest of the day was spent like that, listening to music and talking about Dungeons and Dragons.