forbidden mileven // mileven

28) Get Out

Mike's POV

Eleven was hungry so I started making some eggos. She got out some grape juice and two glasses.

She couldn't get the top off, so I went over to help. It was stuck really bad. I finally go it, and it launched the bottle up onto my face and shirt. I was covered.

"Oh shit!" I shouted when it spilled and El grabbed some towels.
"I'm sorry, Mike. I just couldn't get it.." We started laughing while trying to remove the stain.

"No you're fine. I'm just a little wet."
"I'll be right back."

She left the kitchen and went into her room. When she came back she was holding a shirt. It was mine.

One that she'd borrowed when she lived with us two years ago. I smiled at the memory and she handed it to me.

I took off the one soaked in grape juice and set it on the counter. She blushed. I pulled the clean shirt over my head and thanked her.

The toaster popped. We went back to getting plates and she poured the juice this time.

We were eating eggos at the table when she noticed it. I'd forgotten to keep my arms hidden. I was wearing short sleeves for the first time in weeks.

"Mike. What's that?" She pointed to the raised lines across my forearms.

"Um..I.." I didn't know what to say.
"Is that what I saw you doing the night of the Snowball? When Hopper told us we couldn't be together? You went in the bathroom and-" I cut her off. She couldn't finish that sentence.

"Yes. I did it again. I'm sorry. I just.." I was at a loss for words.
"You promised me though." That hurt even more than being separated from her.

"I know I did. And I broke the promise and I'm really sorry. Being away from you..it's really hard on me. After you were gone for so long. I finally had you back. And then you were ripped away from me. I didn't know how to react. I'm really sorry, El. I won't ever do it again." She looked down and then back up at me.

"I'm sorry for putting you in so much pain." That hurt more than anything else. She thought she was the cause of this. I couldn't bear it.

"No no. You're fine. You didn't do it. It was my fault. I shouldn't have done it, and I know that."

She smiled up at me and we continued eating. We were cleaning up the kitchen when Hopper walked back in the front door.

"Ten minutes is up. Get out, Wheeler." I smiled at Eleven and walked out the door to my bike.

I was about halfway home when it started pouring again. Of course.