![]() He was curious and something about what you said made him less lethargic. "If she's not here, where is she?" - Hopper asked, putting all of his groceries in front of you. What I'm trying to say is that I'm sorry for Will, but I hope our whole house won't catch it. "I hope not, Michael spent his whole evening with him yesterday. With one glance, she looked down at Holly and then back at. Probably flu, but we don't know yet." - While you were making sure that you're giving her back the right amount of change, Karen's expression turned into a rather unhappy one. "Where's Joyce? I don't remember a single morning she wouldn't be here." You knew you're right because Karen straightened up and smiled at you even more. "But you did something with your hair, didn't you?" - You guessed, putting the last bottle of milk into her paper bag. Why would she suddenly start talking about your hair if the longest and deepest conversation you had was about if Airheads or Bonkers are better? Did she have a new haircut and no-one noticed? But there was another context to that question. First of all, the compliment was an honest one, making you warm up a bit as you felt yourself smiling. ![]() "It's not just today, you always look good." - Karen winked at you, which made you look back at her. You liked it, it was a pleasant change from where you lived before - but people living there for their whole life must've been bored to death. Who were you to blame her? Hawkins was a small town. You didn't have any doubts about Karen being a nice, funny lady and a great mother, but you couldn't forget that she's one of the local gossipers. Talking with Karen, you needed to thread very carefully. The shop won't burn down just because you're not in town." "I'd call you if I'd need anything, alright? I think I have your hotel's phone number, you gave it to Joyce last Friday. "I'll be fine in here, Donald, I promise." - With that, you patted his shoulder a bit, walking him out of the door. Yet, you greatly doubted that would happen. You knew how to accept deliveries and how to order stuff in case you'd be out something. You'll just be there on your own, making sure Melvald's running as everyone is used to. Simone and I will be leaving the town for a few days, unfortunately, and I don't know who else should I ask." - It was kind of sweet of Donald to worry that much, but for you, it wasn't that much of a big deal. I was just wondering if you're alright with that. "Of course she does, especially if her boy is sick. Joyce deserves a few days off, doesn't she?" It's a small town, not like there will be a mile-long line just to buy potatoes. "Locals know me, Donald, you don't have to be worried. ![]() Maybe, you weren't the biggest of friends with Joyce's boys, but this seemed like the right step forward in building some type of relationship with them. This left you sitting in the kitchen, grinning into your glass. "I'm not that much younger, you know?" - And just like that, the door to his room closed. But as Jonathan slowly walked to the small hallway between his and Will's room, he chuckled, making you turn your head to look at his back. And you, my young child friend, need to help me with your mom in that regard."įor a moment, there was dead silence in the kitchen as you drank your glass of water. I know that she'd usually ask you to do so I also don't doubt that Will is capable of staying here on his own, but. Was that position even comfortable at all? - "I asked her to stay at home tomorrow and watch over Will. Damn, the eyebags were pretty darn impressive in her opinion. "I know, I know." - A sigh came out of your lips as you watched Joyce sleeping in the armchair. To be fair, she was always like that since Lonnie left us." Her problem is that she doesn't know how to slow down. I mean, she was, she's not there as much anymore since you started working at Melvald's. "Mom is at her job almost all the time. When you tried to touch his forehead, just to make sure you were right, you could feel he's burning up. "She's just overworked, I think." - The older Byers boy told you when you closed the door to Will's room. Since you were the one Will made his pillow of, Jonathan carried him to his room when the movie ended. Not too long after her, even Will dozed off, leaning his head into your shoulder - just from this short-lasting contact you could feel how hot and sweaty he is. ![]() While you, Jonathan, and Will sat on the sofa and ate some warm popcorn, Joyce was long asleep in the armchair. It was good at parts and it gave you a few cheap laughs. Since Joyce didn't want to watch a horror movie, he borrowed some family sitcoms from which you could choose.
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