Polyamorous ♡ Jancy/Stancy/Stonathan

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《Nancy's POV》

Today did not go as I had planned.

I'm perched on the small table opposite the big sofa in the Byres' House. Jonathan is sitting on the far right, eyes cast down at his feet, and Steve sits on the far left, avoiding all eye contact with me.

I stare at them both in turn, eyeing them suspiciously. Jonathan's leg bounces uneasily and he bites his bottom lip hard. He looks riddled with guilt, but Steve, on the other hand, looks almost smug.

I had been at home studying when the phone rang. At first I couldn't understand what was going on across the line, but eventually Dustin's distinct voice overpowered the mess of conversation from the others, trying to explain some sense of the situation.

"Nancy, you..... there's something.... it's Jonathan!" Dustin yelled from the other side, a sort of excited panic lacing his voice.

"What? I can barely hear you. What about Jonathan?"

"Just meet us.... Will's house."

I put the phone down as more shouting vibrated through it at a deafening volume. I sighed in a reluctant, but curious manner as I threw on my coat and left the house.
With no ride - Steve's mum answered the phone telling me he wasn't in, and Jonathan was apparently occupied - I had to walk. I was exhausted by the time I had arrived, having walked at a quicker pace due to Dustin's apparent.... well, excitement or panic? I couldn't really tell.

Mike answered the door, Will standing right beside him. Behind them were Eleven, Max and Lucas. They all held serious expressions, quite contrary to their usual energetic grins. Loud music was playing from Jonathan's room, and as I looked further ahead, Dustin was standing by the phone, Jonathan's camera and a collection of Polaroid pictures in his hand. He approached me as I entered the house, offering the photos to me. "Nancy, um, I'm sorry?"

I frowned and took them carefully, keeping my gaze on him. He looked shocked, but there was still a glisten of positivity in his eyes. It seemed that nothing could take the hope out of Dustin.

"What-?" I had started to say as I turned the pictures in my hand, but as I saw the images before me I felt my voice cut off entirley.
There were three, all taken within minutes of each other. I could feel the blood draining from me slowly as I looked at each one in turn. My hands began to shake a little and my breath hitched in my throat.
This is not what I expected today. At. All.

The first photo pictured Jonathan, on his bed, straddling a shirtless Steve. He was pinning Steve's wrist's above his head, and the pair were grinning from ear to ear. The second had them in a similar position, except Jonathan was shirtless too and bending down, in a position to kiss the boy below him. The third had caught the kiss between them. Steve's hands had been freed and they were wrapped around Jonathan's lower back and waist.
I let the photos drop to the floor and looked up to find all the young kids peering up at me - minus Dustin who had wandered off.

I felt a surge of anger course through me. I marched towards the bedroom and lifted my hand to the dooor knob but before I could grasp it, a bunch of hands pulled me away, outnumbering me and easily tugging me back towards the main room.

I shrugged them off angrily and straightened my sleeves, glaring at them all, but in a second my frustration was gone and replaced by a sudden fatigue. I could feel tears trying to push their way through but I mustered all I could to prevent them doing so. "Fine." I looked around, taking in a deep breath. "Quicly, tell me what happened."

"We took them about twenty minutes ago. We were outside in the shed and heard a crash from the room, the window was open and Lucas found the camera and was messing around-" Dustin spoke up from behind me, causing me to jump a little as I turned to look at him.

"Slow down." I interrupted sternly, stepping closer. However, I couldn't hide the shakeyness in my voice.

He closed his mouth and nodded, before going back into the kitchen momentarily and coming back in with a tub of ice-cream. He was seemingly oblivious to his double dipping as he spooned the cold dessert into his mouth repeatedly.

"Who eats ice-cream in winter?" I heard Mike whisper. I rolled my eyes and looked back at him.

"Seriously Mike? With all that's going on right now, and you're questioning Dustin eating ice-cream in February?" Lucas responded accusingly.

Dustin gaped and shrugged, spooning in another dripping mouthful.

"Guys! Shut up!" I looked back at the bickering kids behind me and then turned back to Dustin when they went silent. "Go on."

"We were outside in the shed and Lucas had the camera. We heard a crash and thought Jonathan had hurt himself - the window was wide open." He ate some more of the dessert and continued to talk, mouth full of the creamy substance. "Mike lifted Will up to the window, as he's the smallest and he nearly screamed. He fell off of Mike, but El caught him. She elevated me next so I could see what was going on."

"And you took pictures because?"

"It wasn't my idea-"

"Yes it was!" Lucas called back and I gave an exasperated sigh that silenced him yet again.

"Bullshit Lucas! Anyway, we called you after that. We didn't know what to do. But we figured the pictures would secure your belief in the story. I know it sounds creepy-"

"Hella creepy." This time Max spoke up, but I ignored her, picking up the pictures had I dropped.

"But, you wouldn't have believed us. Even if we directly told you on the phone, and well, you needed to know. I mean, your boyfriend and your ex?"

"When you put it that way..." I muttered, turning back to the kids and looking past them to the bedroom concealing my boyfriend and my ex-boyfriend doing God knows what.

But somehow it diluted the situation. The fact that I've had relationships with both the boys involved, and spent most of my time with them, just seemed to calm me.

I sat back on the sofa, hands clasped together tightly. The room fell silent, save for the music blasting from Jonathan's room.

"What do we do?" Max whispered.

The kids all came closer, Mike sitting next to me on the sofa. Dustin continued to eat his ice-cream far too keenly and as I looked over at Will, I realisesd that he hadn't said anything since I'd arrived. He looked uncomfortable, despite everything that he's seen and been through, now he looked very uneasy. He met my gaze and blinked several times before looking back down at his feet.

"I know what to do." Eleven broke the silence between us, leaving the room and slowly walking down the hall before anyone could respond. She stopped in front of the door as each of us followed in her steps. She beckoned us closer, and as we approached, she lifted her hand up and within a second the door was forced open, crashing back against the inner wall to the bedroom. She stood there, still, allowing the rest of us to step closer and stand behind her. I saw Mike grip her hand as we all peered in.

The music was still blaring.

The two boys were inside. Jonathan lying on the bed and Steve on the floor. Cards were laid out in front of them. Both were shirtless, slightly dishevelled and looking at us in shock. When Jonathan's eyes met mine he instantly looked away.

The song rolled to an end, and all that could be heard next was Steve mumbling, "shit."