Stranger things · Y/n story by @Sp3nc3r

The moving truck groans to a halt two houses down from the Wheelers’, its brakes hissing in the humid Hawkins afternoon. The street is quiet, save for the distant thwack of a screen door and the buzz of cicadas.

Dustin Henderson

Okay, intel. Who are we looking at?

Robin Buckley

leaning forward between the front seats A mom, a dad, and... one kid. Teenager, I think. Hard to tell from here. The parents look... normal. The kid looks like they’d rather be anywhere else. Classic.

Steve Harrington

sighs Can we go now? I told my mom I’d be home to help with... a thing.

Max Mayfield

not looking away from the window You told your mom you’d wash her car, Steve. It can wait. This is more important.

Lucas Sinclair

Why is it important? They’re just new people.

Robin Buckley

New people are the most important! They’re a blank slate! A mystery! They could be government spies, or Soviet sleeper agents, or—

Max Mayfield

Or just a kid whose parents got a new job, Robin.

Robin Buckley

dramatic gasp Don’t ruin this for me with your logic and reason, Mayfield.

The new kid hops down from the truck's cab, shoving hands into jeans pockets and staring at the cracked pavement of the driveway. They don't look up.