Wasted

Bestfriends Girlfriend

Wasted
By PaulKira68

{Part one}

"Before she even falls asleep I got one foot out the door, out the door." 

He loved her, yet she was hung up on his best friend Mike.

Will admired her from afar as her vibrant new outfit stuck out to him like a sore thumb. His mind flutters with thoughts of her. Eleven Jane Hopper, her now shoulder length chocolate brown locks blew as a small summer breeze washed her clean. Will watched as her pearly white smile lit up a room. Mike came up from behind with Lucus counting the few pennies he found between the basement couch cushions. It was summer and Will was pondering about a girl, although his older brother Jonathan had Nancy Wheeler, Mike’s older sister.

Will had no one, even his Mother finally had another love after Bob. Nevertheless, Will was happy for her, however, her new lover was his imaginative crush's father. Chief Hopper Eleven’s adoptive father. A smile tugged and Will’s soft pale pink plush lips as he heard her laugh. Eleven’s laugh was music to his ears. Finally, Will was alone at last in his bedroom, so carefree. On the contrary, this hadn’t been the case. Will wasn’t left alone since he was eleven years olds and got abducted by some alien creature then taken to an alternate universe to be eaten. Hence why his love for his best friend’s girlfriend could never be acted upon. From what he was told Mike hadn’t given up on the Byers boy.

The small Byers boy moved in order to peer out his front room window. He saw her stop dead in her tracks in front of his home. She had started down his gravel driveway. A look of worry plastered on her face. Will wanted to run out and engulf her in a hug so tight she would never want to let go. However, he didn’t say anything to him not to. Therefore, Will listened watching him play out her thoughts. Will so close yet, so far from her. He sighed as he watched her leave. “Oh Eleven how you will never know how much I love you,” Will muttered desperately for her. Anger built up inside the young lover, Eleven felt a loss for words finding Mike had lied to her. Well, that hadn’t been all true. She had four, “I dump your ass!” Eleven spat pure poisonous venom lacing in her tone. She sometimes wondered what it would be like if she still hadn’t trusted Max-like Mike had wanted. Maxine Mayfield is her only friend who was of the same “species” and best friend. What if she were to only trust Michal Wheeler? Newleyfouded friendship deadset on facing the future. Max and Eleven walked down to Hopper’s cabin in the woods. Giggling along the way, until Eleven came to an abrupt stop. Eleven’s chocolate brown shoulder-length hair had no movement. Stopping dead in her tracks to find that the fiery red-headed girl and herself were stopped outside of the Byers’s residence. Suddenly feeling a pang of guilt washing over her. Will had gone home a bit sad earlier, his face told the lies his heart couldn’t. Will told everyone he was fine, he just felt a bit dehydrated is all. However, Eleven knew better of her brother as a friend

.”Friends don’t lie,” Eleven muttered to herself fidgeting with her fingers.  Eleven glanced back at Max just as confused as she was in why they stopped. Eleven inhaled sharply before leaving, listening to the white rocks crunch under her feet with each step. Eventually, the harder pavement set in grinding herself through the pain in the souls of her feet. Vans hadn’t been the easiest shoe to walk long distances in. However, she just wanted to fit in with what the other children were wearing these days. Her face broke out in sweat along the way as she was only human. Oddly enough they were lost in thought so deeply before realizing the cabin was right in front of their feet. The cool air conditioning slapped them in the face as they entered. Max admired the lack of decoration in the home. Assuming it was because Eleven threw a temper-tantrum over her precious Mike. “So El what do you want to do now?” Max questioned the brown-haired girl. Normal was all Hopper had wanted, he would be pissed if Eleven had the door shut. Nevertheless, she did it anyways, Max wasn’t Mike and never would be. “I don’t know,” Eleven trailed walking to the fridge grabbing two water bottles. She was young and carefree for the moment.

“Wanna play a game?” Max suggested “Sure,” Eleven replied in between breaths. Tossing her empty water bottle in the trash bin before heading to her bedroom. Random songs blaring from her pale yellow boombox sat upon her vanity so carelessly. The room erupted in laughter between the two girls as night fell. Seeing the bright white headlights of Hopper's police car pull up the two girls turned the music down grabbing a magazine each laying on the off-white carpet in Eleven’s bedroom.