*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...