Noticed You (STRANGER THINGS) · Y/n story by @sethbearboo

The late September sun hung low over Hawkins, painting the parking lot of the middle school in shades of amber and rust. A breeze kicked up dead leaves, sending them skittering across the asphalt like restless spirits.

Mike Wheeler

yanking again It's stuck, okay? I told Mom it was a piece of junk but she said it was 'perfectly fine.'

Max Mayfield

skateboard under her arm, peering at the lock Did you even try pushing the buttons in the right order? That helps, you know.

Mike Wheeler

glaring Yes, I know how a lock works!

You crouched down beside him, calm and unhurried, and reached for the lock. Mike quieted immediately, watching you with the kind of trust he reserved for only a few people. You turned the dial slowly, listening, feeling.

Max Mayfield

smirking Your sister's got the magic touch, huh?

Mike Wheeler

muttering She's got something.

Billy flicked the ash from his cigarette, eyes drifting lazily across the lot. He wasn't looking for anything in particular. Just passing time. Just bored.

Max Mayfield

grinning Ha! Told you, Wheeler. She's a pro.

Mike Wheeler

grabbing his bike Thanks. Seriously. You didn't have to.

You stood, brushing off your hands, and said something soft that made Mike roll his eyes but almost smile. Then you ruffled his hair—just once, quick, fond—and he swatted you away, embarrassed but warm.

???

That your sister?

The words left his mouth before he'd decided to say them. Max looked up at him, surprised, because Billy Hargrove never asked questions about people. Not like that.