bad hopper x reader

1

You wake up from your nap, the sleep in your eyes very present in your vision. The dream you woke up from quickly fading as you stare around your room. You rub your lower lash line with your first two fingers in a failed attempt to see across your room clearer. You turn your head over at your nightstand.

"Good god," the clock read 2 pm. You haven't slept this late since before you moved to Hawkins. Not like you really mind that much, sleep is nice. At least when you're asleep you don't have to worry about anything and everything. Like whether or not he's ever going to try to talk to you again. Or if he even loved you in the first place. It doesn't really matter though, considering he hasn't attempted to contact you in several weeks.

You let out an exasperated groan as your eyes shift over to the 7 cups of various shapes, colors, and sizes, sitting on the floor. Some knocked over, some half full. You'll pick those up eventually. No use in cleaning up that one specific part of the room when the entire room itself needs to be put together. Clothes on the floor, cups on the floor. The one thing everything in your room has in common is that it's on the floor.

You sit up and glance down to your phone. You can't help but to wonder if today's the day he comes back— maybe he'll even say he misses you, and that he was wrong to leave. Wrapped up in your wishful thinking, you grab your phone and immediately turn it on.

"No New Notifications." You release a sigh, disappointment getting caught in your throat. You can't stop thinking about him. The way he looked at you. The way he touched you. The way he was your only friend... The way he lied.. the way he hurt you. He's the whole reason you moved to this little town in the butt-fuck of nowhere; To get a fresh start in a place not surrounded by reminders of him.

You click your phone off and set it on your nightstand, the last thing you want is for your brain to become cloudy, unable to think about anything other than him. You have a tendency to get lost in your own thoughts, and often misery. Better to stop now before you lay back down and close your eyes, reliving every moment with him before you eventually fall asleep again and waste your whole Saturday.

In the same moment, you stand up and immediately head for the shower. Nothing cleanses the mind like cleansing the body, or whatever your mom said. You need to do everything in order to keep a clear mind, especially since your first day of work is approaching, and the last thing you want is to fuck it all up with your stupid feelings.