stranger things! · Y/n story by @auroraxcnsj1

The Wheeler’s basement smelled of stale pizza, spilled soda, and teenage anxiety. The last of the afternoon sun bled through the small, grimy windows, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor.

Dustin Henderson

So you’re telling me she just… lifted a car?

Mike Wheeler

I’m telling you she lifted the goddamn axle. With her mind.

Dustin turned to you, eyes wide behind his teeth-capped smile.

Dustin Henderson

Did you see it? You were there, right?

Steve Harrington

lounging on the beanbag chair, running a hand through his hair She’s not a circus act, Henderson.

Eleven sat cross-legged on the shag carpet, a box of Eggos balanced on her knees. She wasn’t paying attention to the debate. Her gaze was fixed on the flickering lamp in the corner. It was beginning to buzz.

Max Mayfield

kicking her feet up on the coffee table Can we maybe save the freakshow talk for later? We’re supposed to be figuring out what’s happening to Will.

Will Byers

hugging a pillow It’s not… it’s not a game. I’ve been feeling it again. The cold.

The lamp buzzed louder.