STRANGER THINGS ⇒ welcome to hawkins

ST Characters Preference// How you met

//Dustin//

You put your lunch tray down on the table in the school cafeteria and look over to see a boy with light brown, curly hair and tan skin, looking sad.
"Hey, what's the matter?" You ask the boy.
"Nothing, it's just that apparently the lunch lady said there's 'no more chocolate pudding' but, she's such a bald-faced liar." He says, a frown appearing on his face.
"Yeah, I bet there's a whole fridge full back there." You reply.
"Yeah." The boy sighs.
"If you want you can have mine." You offer.
The boy's face immediately lights up.
"What really?" He asks, grinning, showing his toothless (and adorable) smile.
"Yeah, I'm Y/N, by the way." You say, handing him the pudding.
"Thank you, Y/N, I'm Dustin." He replies. "You're very pretty, by the way." He smiles and immediately regrets what he said.
"I think you're pretty cute too." You giggle.
The two of you sat and ate lunch together ignoring the smirks from mike, will and Lucas.

//Lucas//

You were planning to grab your bike and go home just like any usual day, when you hear:
"Piss off Troy and take your idiotic friend with you."
You turn around a walk over. You can't stand seeing a student get treated like that.
"Hey!" You yell from behind Troy.
"What do want, bitch-face?" He says, ignoring Lucas for at least a few seconds.
"He said, piss off! You heard me shit-heads! PISS OFF!" You yell.
When Troy doesn't say anything but smirk, give him a stone cold glare.
"SCRAM! And take your Neanderthal friend with you." You say, throwing your arms up in the air.
"Fine, but, you're gonna get it, Y/L/N! Hear me?" He says, walking off.
The boy just stares at me his jaw dropped.
I give him a smile.
"Thanks!" He says, giving me a high-five.
"No problem!" You giggle. You aren't used to this much attention.
"What's your name?" He asks.
"Y/N Y/L/N." You answer.
"Lucas Sinclair, just wait until I tell the guys about you!" He says.
You giggle.
"You're pretty cute- I MEAN COOL! I mean cool." He says, slightly embarrassed. "Sorry."
"It's ok, you're also pretty cute." You reply.
"Do you, maybe... Um, want to ride our bikes home together?" He asks, shyly.
"Sure, I'd love to." You say and you walk over to the bike stands together.

//Will//

One day, after school, you decide that you're going to try out an art class although, being nervous since you knew none of your friends would never be seen dead in an art class, so you wouldn't know any one there.
You walk over to the door and open it.
"Ah, ms Y/L/N, welcome! You're just in time." The teacher smiled.
"Hi." You say, quietly.
You're a bit shy, unlike most of the people that you hang out with.
You take an easel next to a boy with caramel coloured hair and bangs.
"Alright, class, for our first session of the semester, we're going to express ourselves and paint something that describes how we are feeling right now, am I clear?" The teacher says, putting her hands together.
The class nods.
"Ok then, let your imagination free." She smiles.
"Hello." The caramel-haired boy says.
"Oh, uh... H-hi." You say, carrying on with your painting.
"What's your name?" He asks.
"Y-Y/N." You reply.
"I'm Will." He says.
"Do you like The Clash?" I ask him.
"Like it? I love it! What's your favourite song?" Will says.
"Should I stay or should I go." You answer.
"Me too!" He says.
"It's nice to know some one likes it as much as me, my friends don't really like it." You say, finishing off your painting.
"What did you paint?" He asks me.
"A sunset." You smile.
"It's gorgeous, Y/N, j-just like you." He sighs.
"What?"
"What?"
You giggle.
"What did you paint, will?" You ask.
"A rainbow." He says.
"You're a very good drawer." You say.
"So are you."
You both blush.

//Mike//

You're on your way home from school, on bike, like always.
You always had enjoyed this short rides home away from your crazy family.
You glance around watching the world go by. Letting it engulf you in the scenery.
Lost in thought, you don't notice the rock right in front of your bike wheel.
Your bike jumped over the large rock causing you to loose balance and tumble off the bike onto the road.
"Oh crap." You mutter to yourself.
You hear bike tracks.
"Holy shit!" You hear a boys voice say.
You look up at a boy who stops his bike and rests it on the sidewalk before running over.
He had medium length black hair and brown eyes.
"My name's mike, are you okay?" He asks.
"Y/N and yeah, I'm alright, I just fell off my bike." You mumble.
"I can see that, a-are you hurt?" Mike says.
"I don't think so, I just scraped my knee that's all." You answer.
"Here." He puts out his hand and helps me up.
"Thanks." You blush.
You can see that he's blushing, too.
"Shit, I look a total mess." You say, looking down at your dirt covered jeans.
"I think you look... Pretty... Uh good, pretty good." Mike says, obviously embarrassed.
"Thank you." You say.
"Should I maybe, you know, walk you home?" He grins.
You look over his shoulder.
"Um, I think your friends are coming." You say, pointing behind him.
"Heyyyyyyyyy, mike, who ya talking to?" A boy with tan skin and light brown curls laughs.
"Just this girl, her name is Y/N, I'm just going walk her back." Mike says, sounding a little annoyed.
"Ooooooooooohhhhhh, OK!" A boy with black hair and dark skin smirked.
"Shut up." Mike says. "Pay no attention to them, let's focus on getting you home."
Mike gets your bike from the road and helps you walk it back to your house.
"Is this it?" Mike asks.
"Yeah." You reply.
"See you around, Y/N." He smirks, with a wink.

A/N: Wassup my dudes, hope you enjoyed my first preference for this fan fiction!!!! There might be a few mistakes because I'm actually really tired and it's currently like 11:00, I'm pretty sure.
Over and out,
Demogorgeous_