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𝙱𝚘𝚘!? ↴

"Boo."

You turn around quickly, your (f/f) lollipop in your mouth, and lock eyes - or, eye holes - with Eleven. You can't help but grin, "Oh! Good costume, El." She stares at you for a moment, before stepping closer, "Ghost. Trick or treat."

You reach into your jacket pocket and pull out a wrapped piece of chocolate. You hold it out to the girl with a smile, "Here, my last one." Eleven pulls the sheet off of her frame and grabs the treat from your hand. You lean against the counter in the kitchen, twirling your lollipop stick between your fingers, "But El, when you trick or treat you're supposed to have a pumpkin, or a bag! You know, to hold all your candy."

Eleven nods, her messy curls moving with the motion - which undoubtedly made her look more childish, - and slowly unwrapped the candy and putting it into her mouth. She smiles, the rich flavor of cocoa taking over her taste buds, "You take me?" You shake your head. "Why..why not?"

You shrug, "I'm sure Jim wouldn't want you out, it's not safe, remember?" She glares at you, the white sheets clutched in her hands, and you wiggle a finger at her, "Hey, come on! Don't give me that look!"

With a huff, she turns around and begins her dramatic storm off to her room, but you catch her by the wrist. "Eleven! Stop, you know Jim is just trying to keep you safe-"

"No, (Y/n). I want to go out tonight."

Sounds like a moody teenager already.. You joke in your head, but clear your throat. "Uh..look, how about I ditch my friends and stay here with you tonight? I think the store's still open! I could get more candy and we can, um..tell stories and play games!" Eleven ignores you, but doesn't make a move to continue to her room, so you keep at it. "I mean, I'm cool, right..? We can have Eggo's, too. Oh, and make a fort riight here! This'll be so cool! See, right here we can.."

She slowly turns to you as you get distracted, rambling about the soon-to-be fort in the kitchen. You don't notice her smile as you go to gather blankets. "(Y/n)." You stop, turning to her. Your face turns red as she laughs at you, "W-what's so funny?"

"You." Eleven replies. You roll your eyes, shrugging lazily, "So..stay?" She nods.

"Great, 'cause you gotta help with all the blankets!" You run off at the closet by her room and pull open the door, stacks of cloth folded on the shelves. You wave the girl over. She tries to hide her laughs as you two run back and forth, moving furniture in the small house for your night full of fun.
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I may or may not have missed this book! 👩🏻‍🦲