𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴. 𝘣𝘶𝘵, 𝘰𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴
Beatrice May Henderson is a normal 16 year old girl from Hawkins Indiana. But when her brothers best friend goes missing she teams up w...
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Sunday, November 6th, 1983.
JONATHAN BYERS WAS SITTING ON the couch his best friends house, both of them scoffing on pizza. Beatrice Henderson would always welcome him into her house.
Bea and Jonathan had known each other since they were little kids, they had grown up side by side even when Bea would be off with her other friends, Jonathan always knew he could rely on her.
"So, your brother is at the Wheelers?" Jonathan asked as he turned up the radio, Islands in The Stream blasting on the radio. Bea nodded her head, taking another bite of the pizza.
There was a sense of familiarity as they sat there, just listening to music and talking about all the nonsense gossip at school.
Bea had been spending a lot of time with Nancy and Barb, who were in the year below her, due to a shared AP class and she was divulging on the gossip.
Jonathan was more interested in what Will was up to, spending way too much time working on the DnD campaign with Mike. Those two were always joint at the hip.
"10 hour campaign so far," Bea said as she swallowed the last piece of pizza. She fiddled with the hem of her red shirt as she looked outside.
Jonathan looked down at his watch and swore under his breath.
"I have a quick shift," he said, throwing his stuff in his backpack before running towards the door.
He had been working so hard because they had been struggling for money and once again, he was in trouble.
"See ya later Bea," he said before heading out of the door.
She smiled to herself, lucky that she had found a friend she could always rely on. She had a best friend once and he had betrayed her years ago, something she didn't talk about often.
Later that night, Bea sat alone in the house, Mews on her lap as she looked at the time. It was 8 o'clock at night and their mum was once again fast asleep. She heard the door slam behind her and Dustin walked into the living room.
"What's got you in a mood?" She asked as Mew jumped off her lap and moved towards Dustin, circling his feet. Dustin sighed, collapsing onto the sofa next to his sister.
"Lost a bet with Will, I have to give him my X-Men 134," he explained and Bea chuckled.
"You can't have my copy though," she said, knowing exactly how his brain worked. Dustin rolled his eyes before they both broke into laughter and looked at one another for a second, "How was the campaign, sucks you guys didn't invite me,"
"Well we lost in the end, Will rolled a seven and the Demogorgan probably got us." He explained before smirking at his sister. "Maybe you could have come if you weren't hanging out with your boyfriend Jonathan," he said making kissy noises.
