"cmon, it'll be fun.. plus my dad isn't that angry!" el convinced her almost-to-be-boyfriend once again "ugh, fine eleven, but if he kills me than.. you're gonna be responsible for that." she chuckled at his words
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"so, mike wheeler, how have you ended up making friends with my daughter?" hopper smiled at him whilst grabbing the salt to put on his pizza (salt on pizza is good stfu)
"i- uh we.. we both met at the supermarket! and we were both buying uhm.. vegetables" mike gritted his teeth "uh.. well that's unusual, el hates vegetables" he lifted a brow to his daughter
mike gulped "i- we met near the vegetable isle, we both bumped into each other.." mike and el looked at each other knowing how they really actually met.
"ah, that's lovely. glad to see el making friends" he smiled at his daughter "have you been making any other friends el?" el looked at hopper and responded "uh, no.. not exactly.. i mean yeah i have.. i met max, which is-"
"maxine? max mayfield?" he cut her off "uhm.. yeah?" she giggled "oh, her.. yeah i know her i guess.. hah" hopper glanced over to see mike shoving the pizza in his mouth
"god gracious mike, slow down" hopper chuckled "oh um sorry" he said with his mouth full "this pizza just taste awesome!" he said again.
el was really needy of the salt, but it was too far away from her, so..
"daddy can you uh past the salt"
both mike and hopper grasped onto the salt together. while hopper was in total shock, and mike pulled his hands back from it
el pursed her lips oh shit she thought to herself
"what was that?" hopper looked at them both el and mike looked at each other. "uhm, sorry.. i thought she said my name instead-" "mike are you- wait.." hopper took time to think for awhile
el and mike gulped, looking at each other.
"um, mike how old did you say you were again?" hopper raised a brow. mike bit his lower lip and said "sir, i'm.. i'm gonna go now"
"he's 19" el lied. hopper looked at her, and made a face. "o-oh, 19? didnt you say something like 22-" "okay dad, we're going upstairs now, i've had enough of this pizza" she grabbed mike's wrists and dragged him upstairs.
"what was that??" el whispered yelled
"i-i'm sorry.." he whispered back, "mike! we can't let anyone know.. remember?" she whispered back at him.
"yeah, i get it. i'm sorry"
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just a filler yall i'm sorry :(
i ain't got motivation to write this book, but i will eventually, i promise