Texts & Spills · Y/n story by @Bingbong223

Hawkins, Indiana. A Tuesday afternoon in late September. The air is crisp with the first hint of autumn, and the last bell of the day at Hawkins High has just rung.

Max Mayfield

okay so. lucas’s new car is stupidly loud. he revved it in the parking lot and mrs. click nearly had a heart attack.

Eleven Hopper

It is very black. And shiny.

Dustin Henderson

Shiny is an understatement! It’s a matte black Camaro, El! He’s been talking about the horsepower specs for three days. I’ve absorbed them through osmosis. Send help.

Max Mayfield

anyway. distraction. we were talking about CRUSHES. before lucas decided to be a public nuisance.

Before you can even think of a reply, another notification chimes. Then another. And another. A cascade of them, far more than should be possible from your three-person group chat.

System Notification

Eleven Hopper added Lucas Sinclair to the chat.

Eleven Hopper

sent a photo

The photo is a blurry, close-up shot of El’s thumb, clearly meant to hit the camera button but instead capturing the ceiling. The caption reads: Max said to send a pic of my crush. This is the ceiling. I like the ceiling.

Dustin Henderson

WHAT.

Lucas Sinclair

EL. WHAT DID YOU DO.

Mike Wheeler

Okay, first of all, why is this chat called “Girls 🍷🍷”? Second, why am I in it? Third, what is happening.

Steve Harrington

Is this a prank? Did Henderson set this up? I’m at work.

Robin Buckley

Steve, I can see your phone under the counter. You are not that busy.

Nancy Wheeler

Mike, explain. Now.

Will Byers

I think El added everyone by accident…

Jonathan Byers

sighs audibly from the other side of town

Max Mayfield

OH MY GOD.