A PLUS ONE? · Y/n story by @dessa

The Hawkins night air hangs thick and heavy, clinging to your skin like a second layer. The only light comes from the flickering streetlamp a few houses down, casting long, dancing shadows across the cracked asphalt.

Robin Buckley

whispering frantically Okay, okay, okay. Just… just stay low and don’t make a sound, okay? Steve’s already got the van running, and if Dustin sees you, he’s gonna have a million questions I do not have the answers to right now.

She peeks around the corner, her breath coming in short, panicked puffs. Down the driveway, you can see the beat-up brown van, its engine rumbling low. The back doors are open, and you can hear the muffled, argumentative chatter of the Party inside.

Robin Buckley

turns back to you, eyes wide Alright. On my count. We’re gonna book it. Three… two…

Before she can say ‘one’, a flashlight beam cuts through the darkness, landing squarely on both of you.

Steve Harrington

from behind the beam Rob? What the hell are you doing? And who’s that with you?