𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞~𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧

Chapter 9: Through Her Window

Okay guys this is actually the Mileven chapter that I said I would write a while ago. I've decided to stop teasing you guys 😂. Enjoy the mush 😘

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El's POV

"Mike," I whispered. It had been 68 days since I saw him. His hair was all ruffled up. He looked so cute.

He smiled widely. He tapped on the window again. I nodded and jumped off my bed, knocking the journal onto the ground. I was just writing about him. I'd have to finish that later.

I slid the window open. He jumped up onto the windowsill and fell into my room. I shrieked and started laughing. Thank god dad was a deep sleeper.

He stood up and faced me, his expression becoming serious, "El," he whispered.

We stared at each other for a moment. Mike quickly put out his arms and pulled my body against his. He enveloped me, putting his arms around my neck and shoulder, burying his face in my curly locks. I placed my head on his shoulder and breathed in the scent of his hair. I wrapped my arms tighter around his waist.

He slowly rubbed my shoulder blade, moving his fingers in gentle circles. He was here. I was really with him. Touching him. Feeling his heartbeat quicken with each of our intertwining breathes. Tears streamed down my face, blurring my vision. I moved my hands farther up his back and put my fingers to my eye, wiping the tears in one swift motion.

Mike sighed and reluctantly let go of me, "El. I had to see you."

I blushed, "I'm glad you're here. But why?"

He flushed, turning a pale pink, "El, it's Valentines Day."

"I understand. Dad said that it was about love and that he wanted to be here with me for...Val-Valent-Valentine's Day," I stuttered, trying to say it right.

Mike looked down nervously, "I came because I-I like you."

"I know. You said that at school. Last year. When the bad men tried to take me away."

He shut his eyes and cringed. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it, "I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to bring back the memory."

He looked at our intertwined fingers and smiled, "It's okay. It's just..." he trailed off.

"Just what?"

"It's just that I lost you that day. I lost you," Mike's eyes glazed over and tears slowly steamed down his cheeks.

I reached up and wiped his face with both hands, leaving my hands resting on his freckles.

Mike reached up and put his hands on mine, "Eleven, what I was saying is-is-I like you. Like a lot. When I lost you, I shut down and didn't laugh very often. I was devastated,"

I raised an eyebrow, "Devastated?"

"Yea it means really sad." he replied. I nodded.

"El, I wake up everyday thinking of you. Your smile, your hair, your voice, everything about you. You are on my mind every moment of everyday," he finished, and looked at me expectantly.

"Mike."

"Yea?"

I looked into his eyes, "I like you too. A lot. Whenever I am around you...I feel...I feel a warmth, here," I pointed to my stomach.

"Me too," Mike smiled down at me.

Mike looked behind me and smirked. The journal. My face turned bright red.

He strode over to the open book and bent down to pick it up.

"December 8, 1984
The snowball was yesterday. Mike kissed me. I was driving home when I remembered. I had no lipgloss left. If Hopper knew, I don't know what he would do. Should I tell him about Mike? Or does he know already? I miss him. I miss Mike."

"December 21, 1984
Today I sat around and watched soaps. It was boring. Hopper...Dad was at work all day. I wanted to talk to someone. But I can't. Because it's not safe. He keeps saying that. That I can't go out to see Mike. And Dustin and Lucas. And I want to meet Will. When he's not asleep. I miss Mike."

"December 25, 1984
Dad says it's a day called Christmas today. He let me eat as many eggos as I wanted. He had weird lights all over the house. Like when Will was missing. Joyce has lights. I got a present today. It was another set of pens for writing in  this journal! They are so pretty. Pretty. Mike used to call me that. During the snowball he called me 'beautiful'. It means very very pretty. I read that in my new dictionary today. Mike is pretty. I miss Mike."

"January 1, 1985
It is the first day of 1985. Dad told me that. He was up all last night making sure that no one was stupid. We aren't stupid. Well, I am sometimes. Like when I went to see Kali. And Hop was stupid. When he wouldn't let me see Mike. And now he is stupid. Because I still can't see Mike. I miss Mike."

"January 14, 1985
It's raining. No one likes rain. But I do. I love rain. I like to dance outside in it and get wet. I want to know what it is like to swim. Not in the bath. But in a pool. Mike will show me how to swim. I miss Mike."

"January 28, 1985
I'm so bored. And I miss Mike."

"February 10, 1985
Dad is bringing me films to watch. He said that they were comedies. What's a comedy? I guess I'll find out. I watched films at Mike's house when he was at school. I miss Mike."

"February 14, 1985
Today is Valentines Day. Dad stayed home with me because he wanted to. I feel happy. Today was very fun. I want to start it again. Maybe tomorrow I can get Hopper to let me..." Mike flipped through the pages and read the entries aloud. Mike's voice trailed off while reading today's entry.

He looked up, tears streaming down his face. A pained expression on his delicate face as he wiped his cheeks.

He set the book down and reached for me. He wrapped his warm arms back around me and cried into my shoulder.

I rubbed his back, "What's wrong?"

He let go of me and looked into my eyes, "You wrote about me everyday. I was on your mind everyday."

I blushed, "You're the only thing I think about."

"Same with me," Mike sat on my bed and smiled.
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