DANCIN' ► DUSTIN HENDERSON [1]

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just a quick shoutout to my sister outofbleu because she's writing her own stranger things fanfic!! it's a billy hargrove fanfic called "mind mapping" and i would love it if you guys would go follow her and read it:)

THE CRISP AUTUMN DAY had darkened to night when the two girls finally returned to the cabin. Both of them were walking with freshly broken hearts and no happy reunion with their lovers.

Jasper glanced over at Eleven, watching the brunette move solemnly like a stone pillar. "Hey, El?" She piped up, not receiving a reply. "Why didn't you talk to Mike?"

Jasper could barely make out the other girl's figure in the sliver of moonlight, and yet somehow she could see the tears glistening in her eyes. "He was with someone," El answered meekly. "A girl."

"A girl?" Jasper echoed, stammering on the word slightly. "Mike was with a girl? That's...unusual."

El wiped her nose with her sleeve in frustration, remembering how the smugness she felt knocking the strange girl off her skateboard was wiped away upon seeing Mike's hand wrap around her arm. "She kind of looked like you."

"Really?" Jasper questioned, dodging a rogue tree limb craning out of the forest floor.

"She looked like you before you cut your hair," El reiterated. "Long red hair. Blue eyes."

Jasper dismissed the information, although she couldn't help but feel inclined to learn more about this mystery new girl. "Maybe Dustin found himself a new redhead to be his best friend," she chuckled sourly, but she knew deep down that probably wasn't true.

"Oh no," Eleven murmured, and Jasper glanced up to catch Hopper's figure standing outside the cabin.

"Shit," Jasper hissed under her breath.

Hopper was leaning against the wood of the cabin, his entire body masked by darkness except the faint orange light coming from his cigarette. She didn't need to be able to see his face, however, to know that her father was royally pissed at the both of them. Maybe even more so at his biological daughter.

Eleven didn't wait to be chastised, rushing into the house without a word to the chief. He didn't hesitate to follow her, and Jasper could hear from her place at the foot of the porch steps the beginning of an argument. A small sigh flew from the redhead's lips as she exhaustedly climbed up the stairs and into the house. She didn't want to endure another fierce fight between her dad and El right now.

"What made you possibly think venturing out there was okay?" Hopper growled viciously as Jasper shuffled inside, kicking the dirt off her boots.

"Hey, don't take it all out on her," Jasper raised her voice, gaining the attention of both El and Hopper. She swiftly chucked her boots the ground, her wool socks pressing against the polished floorboards. "It was my idea."

Hopper let out a loud noise of contempt and disappointment, clenching his fists. "I expected you to be more responsible, Jasper," he began, shifting so his entire body faced hers. "I didn't tell you everything the night you came back just as a bedtime story. I told you so would know! So you would hopefully understand how dangerous these people are."

"I do know!" Jasper cried back, flinching at the harshness of her own yell. "I mean, I do now. I didn't let the boys see us, okay? That's what who we were originally going to find."