Curious [Nancy Wheeler X Oc]

-6-

"Lydia."

The voice woke her up, but Lydia instead grumbled and placed the pillow over her head. She felt a small hand in between her shoulder blades push gently and she sat up.

"Why? Why are you waking me up so early at...at 7 o'clock! Are you crazy? Are you actually crazy, Drew?"

Nancy just sat silently and watched Lydia as she ranted and waited until the girl was red in the face and panting from the adrenaline of yelling first thing in the morning. She then took a hand and swiped it gently under Lydia's nose, cringing slightly when it came away with blood.

"Who were you trying to contact last night?"

Lydia kept her eyes focused on Nancy's hand, not processing the nose bleed until after she felt the cold hit the blood drying. "Shit."

She stumbled up and pushed into the bathroom, grabbing the same towel as the night before to avoid getting another dirty. Nancy cleared her throat in the doorway.

"Who were you trying to contact, Lydia?"

"I wasn't trying to contact anyone," Lydia said, scrubbing the warm water under her nose. More blood pooled and she groaned. She accidentally made eyes with Nancy and turned, closing the door. "Privacy?"

Nancy scoffed and leaned her forehead against the cool wood. "You can't just hide from this, Lyd. This is...this is not what I expected, sure. But let me help you. Or at least, let me try. Please."

Lydia cracked the door slightly, her heart hammering in her chest. Nancy smiled at her and grabbed the towel from her hand, rinsing it under the faucet again. "Sit on the toilet seat," she instructed. Lydia didn't question it and sat herself down. The lid creaked under her weight but thankfully held.

Nancy came close to her and leaned her head back with her free hand. Lydia wasn't sure if she should close her eyes or take the oppurtunity to study Nancy's. She took the latter option.

Nancy's large doe eyes were focused, and she was chewing her bottom lip in concentration as she worked to stop the blood. Lydia felt dizzy from the blood and the smell of Nancy's perfume lacing itself into her senses.

Nancy looked at her then and instead of making a remark she just studied Lydia's eyes back. They were blue, the flower of her iris brown. Lydia felt her stare redirect to the small white spot forming from Nancy biting her lip.

Nancy took the memo. She moved her hand from Lydia's head to her chin, pulling her in rather than down to meet her lips gently. Lydia closed her eyes as they met softly, her arms finding their way around Nancy's small waist as she did so.

She brought the small girl down onto her lap instead, moving one hand instead to cup the back of her neck and pull her impossibly closer. She could feel Nancy's fingers tangle in her hair, and shivers shot down her spine. They broke apart for air for a second before reconnecting, hungrier this time.

It wasn't until they heard the knock on the door that they stopped. Nancy leapt from her lap as if she was poison, her shaking hands slowly coming up to touch her swollen lip. Lydia mirrored her actions, and stood. She was shorter than Nancy, but she pulled the collar of her jacket to her and kissed her one last time, resting her forehead on the brunette's. "I don't know how this is gonna end, but consider that good luck."

***

"3833," Nancy read aloud. Lydia sat up from the backseat, pulling down the midriff of her tank top. It had gotten colder than she expected, and a not so great shiver now traced its way down her spine. Jonathon and Nancy looked at one another for a second longer and he removed the key from the ignition.

"Wait, so we're actually getting out here? At this spooky ass warehouse thing?" Lydia asked, scrambling out of the car.

She didn't get an answer from either of the other two teens as they walked to the door spray painted 'keep door closed'. Lydia wrapped and arm around herself instinctively as a breeze flowed past her.

Jonathon did the honors of ringing the doorbell, giving the group a collective heart attack as it rang out harsh. "Jesus Christ," was all Lydia could manage for once, but then a voice broke through from the same box that held the doorbell.

"Look at the camera."

It was harsh but the voice seemed shaky and unsure. Lydia glanced the surroundings. The thought of a hidden camera somewhere made her uneasy.

She grabbed for Nancy's hand and felt the warmth from the girl radiate into her own palm.

"Not the loudspeaker- the camera! Look up to the right."

All three heads shot up. They sat staring at the small lense for a moment more before a large clanging sound rang out from the door. They barely had time to react before the door opened.

A man stepped out in a cardigan and shorts, clearly unbothered by the fact that he had guests.

"Nancy Wheeler. Lydia Connelly. And Jonathon Byers? You three are a long way from home."

When no one answered, he stepped aside and motioned with a dramatic sweep of his arm for them to come in. Lydia felt Nancy tense, but they followed Jonathon nonetheless.