Upright =°= Dustin x Reader =°=

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We pulled up in front of the station. I grabbed my bag and got out of the car. Dad did the same.

"Y/N!" I heard someone call out from across the street. I turned around to see Mike, Lucas and Dustin facing me. "What are you doing?" Mike asked. I rolled my eyes and turned back around, walking to the doors. Dad opened them for me.

Dad walked in and went to the front desk.

"Is Jim Hopper here?" He asked. The worker nodded and pointed to a room. Dad thanked her and started walking towards it.

Dustin's POV

"What is she doing?" Lucas asked. I kept my eyes on the door.

"I don't know. It's probably something about Will." Mike said.

"Or... Her dad knows someone who works there." I suggested. Lucas smirked.

"What? Are you scared of y/n not having a crush on you?" Lucas teased. Mike laughed.

"Just... Shut up!" I said. After a few more seconds of waiting, I sighed impatiently. "Let's just... go. She's not coming out." I said. Mike and Lucas agreed and started pedaling away. I followed behind them, still keeping my eyes on the doors.

Your POV

Dad opened the door to the office and smiled when he saw chief Hopper.

"Y/d/n!" Hopper said, getting up. Dad stepped in, laughing while pointing at him. I came in from behind and stared at Hopper, who just glanced at me.

"It's been a hot minute!" Dad said. Hopper nodded and sat back down.

"Please." Hopper said, pointing at a seat in front of his desk. Dad sat down and sighed. "So what made you come for a visit? Just because of some memories or-" he looked over at me. "Something else."

Dad chuckled. "Well, mainly for the memories." He replied. "How about we hang out tonight? Just us. I'll pay for anything." He offered. Hopper smirked.

"Well, if I'm not busy I'll let you know." Hopper replied. I slowly walked over, holding my bag. I slowly unzipped it as Hopper watched in confusion.

"Hello, Hopper." I said, putting on a fake smile. I brought out my notebook and sat it down on the desk. Dad sighed in embarrassment.

"Y/n, please-"

"This is why I wanted to come with you, dad!" I whispered. Hopper opened the notebook and frowned.

"Dustin... Dustin... Dustin?" He read out in confusion. My eyes widened and quickly flipped the page to where I wrote down the words that Will said to me. Hopper read it for a while.

"So?" I asked impatiently.

"So." He replied. "This isn't proof. You could've just wrote some random words down." Hopper said. Dad adjusted his posture.

"Sorry about her, she's really just trying to help, but-" he was cut off.

"Kid, I don't want you to come back to my desk until you have some reliable proof. At this point you're just wasting my time. Everyone's time for the matter." Hopper said. I frowned and violently grabbed the notebook from his hands and stuffed it into my bag. Dad frowned.

"Hey, calm down!" He said. I rolled my eyes and stormed out of the room. I left the station and went out into the parking lot, waiting by the car.

What do I have to do for anyone to believe me?

I had an idea.

•••

As I ran up to the house I stopped and put my hands on my knees. I was drenched in sweat. I just ran from the police station to Will's house.

I walked up to the door and knocked on it. It quickly opened to a tired Joyce. I smiled.

"Ms. Byers. I have to tell you something about Will." I said. She froze.

"Oh. Come... In." She said, opening the door all the way. I stepped in and looked around. There was writing on the walls and.... Lights everywhere... I turned to face her.

"I've been having these headaches lately and-" I stopped as I noticed the lights flickering. They lead from the Christmas lights on the walls to the lights on the wall that were strung above the letters of the alphabet. Joyce and I watched in fascination.

"Shh! He's... He's here!" She said, whispering. She ran up to the wall and smiled.

"Will?" I whispered back. I ran up beside her.

"Will? Is that you?" She asked. The lights flickered again. Ms. Byers looked over at me and then back at the wall. "Will, y/n is here! Your friend! Remember?" She said. The lights started to spell out something.

We froze.