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Bruno stood in front of the mirror in his bathroom, staring at his reflection as he assessed his appearance. He knew that he looked fine but he wanted to be sure that he was dressed appropriately for the party. His hair was perfectly in place, as per usual, and his white knitted sweater was bound to keep him warm. The acid wash jeans he had on didn't have any unnecessary wrinkles and wrapped around his legs nicely.

"You look great, Bruno." He reassured himself before sighing, fixing his hair with his hands again then leaving the bathroom. His parents were reluctant to let him go because of the recent disappearance of a little boy but eventually let up when he reminded them that he was a responsible teenager.

Bruno felt out of place when walking in the dark to (Y/n)'s house, the black haired boy watching every corner of the street in case of any animals that might run out. It was quiet in the quaint neighborhood and Bruno wasn't used to the lack of children on the road. If he used his imagination, he could probably be able to see them riding their bikes or running down the sidewalks but he didn't want to get lost.

He heard the faint sound of music from down the road that (Y/n)'s house was on and assumed that he was in the right place. Bruno unknowingly hurried his pace to get there, not wanting to be late even though he wasn't given a particular time to arrive. The boy slowed to a stop in front of the house and stared up at the large exterior. This road was home to families with a lot of money, those types of people intimidated Bruno, and (Y/n)'s family was one of the bigger household names in Hawkins.

He really hoped that he wouldn't be getting bullied or anything tonight, Catherine didn't look like she was trying to trick him into coming over. Bruno took one last look at the house before walking up the pathway and towards the front door. The lights were on inside, a sign that there was someone home, and the curtains were closed across the windows to keep away any onlookers.

His finger gingerly reached up to press the doorbell beside the doorframe, his heart slowly speeding up because of something that even he didn't know. The loud noise made him flinch as it rung throughout the big home and alerted the people inside that someone was at the door. Bruno could hear footsteps running to get the door and put a smile on his face, his eyes meeting (Y/n)'s when he opened the barrier between them.

The boy looked surprise to see him at his door, he wasn't expecting Bruno to actually show up tonight. Catherine must've really spoken to him if he willingly came over.

"Bruno, I wasn't sure you were coming tonight!" (Y/n) remarked making the black haired teen chuckle at his words as the other took a quick look around outside. "Catherine should be showing up soon, her and her friend, Irene, are coming."

(Y/n) opened the door wider for Bruno to enter the house, stepping out of the way for him to walk by, then closing it behind him. (Y/n) lead the boy through his home until they reached the sliding glass door and he slid it open, a small burst of cool air pushing past them and making a shiver go through Bruno's body. In the backyard, sitting by the pool on a lounge chair was (Y/n)'s friend, Formaggio, and his girlfriend that Bruno didn't know the name of.

"Formaggio and Mary are the only others coming tonight." (Y/n) informed while stepping outside and waiting for Bruno to follow, closing the door after. "It's not a big party, just a few people, like Catherine said." They headed over to where the couple was and (Y/n) showed Bruno to a chair that he could sit on.

Formaggio turned away from his girlfriend for a moment to see Bruno sitting on the lounge chair next to them. He smirked before moving to sit up in his seat, "I definitely didn't expect to see you here tonight, (Y/n) said he didn't think you'd be coming." He remarked making Bruno turn his head to look at the auburn haired teen who was speaking to him.

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