O N E // Stranger Things x Male Reader

Chapter 23

*Readers pov*

I drift and arrive at Joyce's home.

I knock on the door 3 times. I lean on the wall as I fix my posture.

The sun is going to set soon, giving off a orange blaze to the cold breeze.

The door opens to a woman I know very much and missed.

You: Missed me, Joyce?

She immediately hugs me as I hug her back.

Joyce: One! How?!

You: I got bailed out.

Joyce: I missed you so much...We thought you died when those people took you...

You: I wouldn't die a pussy.

She pulls me in.

I take off my shoes.

Joyce: Guys! Look who's here!

I show myself, in a tank top with my sunglasses. I have a slight smile.

I see Murray, El, Mike, Will, Jonathan and a fat man.

You: Yo.

The 3 kids immediately stand up.

Will tackles me in a hug.

Will: I missed you so much, man!

Mike hugs me too.

Mike: We thought you died!

El joins in too.

El: One! I can't believe this!

You:...It's been too long.

Mike: What happened?

They pull off.

You: I got imprisoned, the government didn't want me to be handed to those fuckers.

I look all of them up and down.

You: You've gotten so much taller.

Mike: Speak for yourself. You're taller than us and have bigger muscles.

You: You'll outgrow-

Jonathan: Eyyy, One...

He stumbles over, red eyed and smells like ganja.

He hugs me.

You: Is he high?

The fat bloke stands next to him.

Argyle: I'm Argyle. Yo, dude.

He hugs me with Jonathan.

They both pull of as the stains of weed smell stay on me.

Murray: One.

I look over.

*Flashback*

You: Murray! Shoot!

Murray shoots his 1911 as the bullet penetrantes the coke can.

You: What a shot!

We exclaim as we take another vodka shot.

Murray: Your turn!

*Flashback end*

You: Murra-

He pulls me in as he hugs me tight.

Murray: You are my best drinking buddy! Please! Have some Risotto!

You: I know it tastes beautifully but I'm not hungry.

There they all are...and this dude.

You: Tell me how things have been.

Joyce: Let's sit then.

We all sit at the table.

Mike: I've only arrived in Hawkins too.

You: Oh, yeah, how was being out of Hawkins?

Mike: Lonely.

You: Me and you, man.

Will: I know that feeling too..

Will shares a look with Mike.

Whats going on?

El seems uncomfortable about it.

You: So, anything new relatively? About that Hawkings High student-

Will: Chrissy? It's believed she's the one who died back at that trailor.

You: How are you guys holding up?

Mike: Since the...thing...we tried our best living through life. Not the same without you though.

Will: Say, One...You're still depressed, Suicidal and badass?

You: I'm still the same person.

Will: Good. Unlike some people who changed.

He gives Mike a look again.

Jonathan: Today a girl got hit on the head by a wheel.

Argyle: Like lead. Bleeding everywhere.

Jonathan: I bet she got a split skull and-

El slams the table and leaves, tearing up, closing her door.

What the fuck?

You: Did something happen?

Mike: Shit...

He runs after her.

Murray: I'll be the one to say this...

He clears his throat.

Murray: Is it the Risotto?

Jonathan: No, No. This is the bomb.

Argyle: It's the bomb.

Joyce: So...did you visit anyone else or did you arrive here?

You: I just arrived here.

Joyce: Aren't you forgetting someone important?

There, I realised.

You: Where's Max?

I quickly pull out my motorcycle keys as I stand up.

Jonathan: I think in the Trailor Homes...

You: Which one's hers?

Jonathan: Dunno...

Joyce: We do not know, really.

Jonathan: I took some pictures there and found her on it.

Murray: For the newspaper?

Joyce: Nancy is doing newspapers. She will be very happy to see you.

You: Thanks, guys. And you too, weed smokers.

Joyce: No...They don't smoke-

Murray nods in agreement to me.

Joyce is gob-smacked, thinking hard.

I go to the door as I put on my shoes and leave. I hop onto my bike as I drive off.

You: I'm on my way, Max. I missed you so much...