JONATHAN BYERS

ɴᴏ, ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴀɪᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴ ʙᴜᴄᴋꜱ Traded being a small town boy for the city. Sometimes dreams can be reached.

Nancy nods even though he can’t see her, her curls brushing against the pillow she was resting against as she stretched out on her couch. Her eyes lifted across the small space of her mediocre living room, staring out the windows as glass started to pelt against it outside. -

Pretty huh? She almost said something about that, teased about how was he certain that her ‘age’ wasn’t getting the better of her or reminding him that she could hold a conversation as well. Not that she wasn’t ancient by any means and he certainly didn’t need a reminder of her -

Waiting on pens and needles, fingertip gingerly curling around the cord of her phone as she moves to flop down on her couch, kicking off her shoes as that suck of breath travels over the telephone lines from the big apple to her humble Bostonian apartment. -

Nancy paused, hearing breathing on the other end, clearly a man. Was this some sort of prank call or one of her male co-workers trying to get under her skin? Why weren’t they saying anything? Her fingers wrapped around her hip in annoyance, foot tapping on the ground as she -

Nancy had barely hung up the phone, wincing at herself and wondering if she should’ve even called. Was it too much? Too soon? Did she sound like herself or weird? Before she could dig herself too far into a spiral of overthinking, her phone was ringing again. Not even-