❛ HOW TO STOP LIKING BOYS! ❜
STEP ONE: Don't think about his smile or the way he looks you in the eyes when he talks to you or his laugh
FAILED STEP ONE.
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WINNER OF BEST MIKE WHEELER FIC
IN @EZRAMIIIERS...
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VERONICA, JONATHAN, NANCY, AND MURRAY WERE HARD AT WORK in distributing the recordings they had made of Doctor Owens's confession. The words still sent chills down Veronica's spine. This man deserved everything he had coming to him. They made copy after copy of the tape, putting it and a letter with the full 'explanation' into envelopes and preparing them to be mailed to all major media outlets.
Finally, after what felt like forever, they were finished. Murray slammed the bottle of Vodka down on the table and poured everybody a glass as they celebrated.
Murray held up his glass for a cheer, "To taking down the man!"
"To taking down the man!" they all repeated, taking sips of their drinks.
After everyone was very much enjoying their drinks, Murray asked, "Those commie bastards sure know how to make a spirit, right. Am I right?"
He went to pour them another drink but Nancy stopped him, "Oh, no, that's enough. We, we have to drive."
Veronica had almost forgotten about going home. The thought seemed surreal, knowing the hard part of this mission was over. All that was left to do was return home.
Murray looked at them all in disbelief, "Drive? What, tonight?"
"Our parents..." Nancy mumbled the half-assed excuse, her words already starting to slur. This girl really could not handle her alcohol.
"Would be proud if they knew what you were up to," Murray insisted, continuing to pour the drinks (which Veronica was not opposed to). "Just tell 'em you're at Tammy's or Dawn's or whoever's... and take my guest room."
"I mean do... do you want to stay?" Nancy asked the two teens, an indecisive expression on her face.
The boy next to her shrugged, "Well, it is pretty late."
"My parents don't give a shit either way," Veronica sighed, "I'm fine with staying." Murray clapped and poured her another drink, which she was always thankful for. She was far too comfortable with drinking for her young age, maybe that was a problem but she didn't really care right now.
"Okay, I uh... could I use the sofa?" Jonathan asked. Veronica bit back a smirk knowing there was no way Jonathan was going to share a room (or bed, for that matter) with Nancy.
"Okay, I'm confused, what's going on here? Lover's quarrel?" Murray asked with an unimpressed look on his face.
Veronica snorted at the comment, but no one paid attention to her. Jonathan instead began to explain, "No, no. I mean, we're just friends."
Before Veronica could cut in with a genius comment about how she had kissed Nancy Wheeler the previous morning and Jonathan Byers certainly did not, Murray laughed, "You've told me a lot of shockers today, but that, that is the first lie."
