A ROMANTIC FANFICTION
"You never saw me. You only ever saw her...you only ever saw El..."
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Before the Battle of Starcourt, Y/N feels the need to express her longterm feelings for her best friend, Mike, and he rejects her due to being in a relation...
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| D E C E M B E R 25th , 1986 |
H a w k i n s , I n d i a n a
"WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?"
Billy exclaimed, his hands up and cautioned as he watched the group of kids rush to El, who had fallen to the ground.
"You all saw that, right?" Billy looked over to ask Murray, who rolled his eyes before going over to join Joyce in tending to El. "It wasn't just me, right? I'm not fucking crazy?"
"Billy." Max stated to shut him up. "Come help us out." Within seconds, Billy was at El's side next to Max and the rest of the group.
"El, are you alright?" Max exclaimed, at her side as she and Billy dragged her from under her arms to her further from the gate.
El's eyes were closed and heavy, feeling oddly weak yet rejuvenated at the same time.
"El?" Mike tried to snap her out of her tired trance, earning no response.
"Did anyone else see that power surge?" Steve called out from above by the ramp and the turbine, having just returned from their assigned task with Robin and the other older teenagers.
"We got the hazmats, the oxygen, and weapons." Nancy announced, dropping everything to her ground next to the gate.
"Is everything okay? What happened?" Robin asked once she saw El on the ground, then followed Steve, Nancy, and Jonathan down the ladder that led to the gate where the group was.
"El did something, we don't know what." Mike explained, irritatedly. Billy snickered at Steve's face, seemingly taken aback.
Mike didn't intend to be snarky to anyone, he was just impatient. He was this close to finding Y/N, that it was all he could think about.
"We don't know, she just touched the gate wall." Dustin briefly explained, obviously confused as was the rest of the group.
"El, can you hear us?" Joyce kneeled down to press a hand to El's cheek, trying to get a response. Eleven sat there, slumped against Max as she sat down, her eyelids gracefully closed as a short trickle of blood escaped her nose.
