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?
t h e u p s i d e d o w n
"WHAT EXACTLY ARE WE LOOKING FOR HERE?"
Murray followed closely behind Joyce as they waved their flashlights around them, trying their best to navigate out of the overtaken town. Joyce had no idea where she was going, she was simply following her gut on where she would imagine Hopper and Y/N would go.
"Well, we just left what I'm guessing is supposed to be the 'town hall' ", Joyce stopped walking to use her hands to make air quotations throw her suit. "So, if I'm right, Y/N and Hop came this way too."
Murray exhaled at her word choice of 'if'.
"And if I'm right about that, and that we just left Town Hall, then if I know Hop at all, he would probably go to the only place he felt even remotely safe to protect Y/N." Joyce tried to explain, earning furrowed eyebrows from Murray.
Murray wasn't exactly following what she was saying, earning a tired exhale from Joyce.
"The cabin." Joyce explained, already resuming her trek through to the outskirts of the forest and road that led down to Hopper's cabin.
She followed what she assumed to be the usual path that led to Hopper's cabin in their actual universe, hoping it was leading her the right way.
They finally made it inside the woods that they assumed to be Hopper's cabin, constantly looking over their shoulders.
There were snaps of twigs that echoed in their hearing as they made their way through the forest, constantly putting them on edge. They thought it to be nothing but their own steps, ignoring it.
"How much longer?" Murray complained, obviously on edge as he kept looking around him to be sure nothing was following them. It was extremely dark, the flashlight hardly produced enough light to see at all.
Joyce huffed, and stopped walking as turned to look at Murray with an irritated look. She then looked to the ground that he was standing on as he wandered around a little bit.
