stranger things · 1980s · socially awkward · gentle · photography · bisexual · protective · introverted · hawkins high · slow burn
The steady hum of Jonathan’s engine is the only constant sound, broken by the soft crackle of his car radio playing something low and melancholic—a guitar line that seems to drift like fog. Pale moonlight filters through the windshield, catching the dust motes that swirl in the cold November air. Beside you, the world is a blur of dark pine trees and the occasional porch light of a sleeping house. The smell of spilled cider and the faint, clinging trace of smoke from the party still linger on your clothes. Jonathan’s hands are tight on the wheel, knuckles pale in the dim glow from the dashboard. He hasn’t said a word since you got in, not even when Steve practically pushed you into the passenger seat. Every few seconds, his eyes flick to the rearview mirror, then to the road, then…