𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒 | mileven oneshots.

is that my sweater?

the fourteen year old sat in the cabin on the couch, blankets wrapped around her.

she rubbed her arms ferociously and peered out the window, which was covered by snow.

the girl let out a heavy sigh, and turned her attention back to the soap operas she had been watching.

it was currently the december of 1985 in hawkins, indiana, meaning that it was only a few days until el could finally explore the real world.

to say she was excited to leave the cabin she had been cooped up in for a year or two was an understatement.

el looked down at the watch hopper had given her, which read 3:15.

she softly smiled, knowing that mike was probably home from school by now. plus, her and mike talked everyday at 3:30.

she impatiently lied on the couch, waiting for 3:30 to approach, barely paying attention to the soaps she was usually invested in.

once it was time, she sprung up from the couch and went to the phone located in the kitchen.

she pulled the yellow phone off from the machine it was hooked up to, twirling the cord around her pointer finger.

she hoisted herself up onto the counter, leaning her head up against the wall.

she knew the wheeler's number by heart, but waited for him to call first.

she eventually grew high-strung after waiting for two minutes, and dialed their number.

she brushed her feet against one of the chairs near her as the phone loudly rang.

"hello, this is karen!" a cheerful voice exclaimed.
"hi, can i talk to mike?" el politely asked.

karen smiled to herself, knowing the gentle and innocent voice belonged to el.

she always overheard their conversations, and noticed the rosy shade of red on her son's cheeks whenever she talked.

or the way his eyes grew soft and dilated whenever he heard or saw his girlfriend.

"mike, it's el!" karen bellowed.

both el and karen heard mike rapidly bolt down the stairs, karen handing him the phone once he made it downstairs.

out of breath by the time he was at the phone, he breathlessly greeted,

"hey, el." he smiled.
"hi, mike. i miss you." she sighed.

it was the truth. mike and eleven were only permitted to see each other once a week.

of course, they always broke that rule.
they really had tried, but the two lovebirds just couldn't get enough of each other.

"i miss you, too. but you're going to be out of the cabin soon, and you'll be with me. i promise."

"soon?" she asked.
"soon means-" mike began explaining.

"no," el cut him off.
"when is soon?" she restated.

"in a few days, i think..." he responded.
"you think?" she sadly inquired.

"no, i know." mike reassured her.
"okay, cool." she released a breath she didn't even know she was holding in.

"uh, i have to go to the arcade with the party. i'll talk to you later, el." he smiled.
"have fun, mike." she whispered.

she hung up, cutting mike off.
"i love you." he whispered to himself, rather than the girl he actually wanted to say it to.

she hung the phone back up to the machine, throwing her head back as she did so.