Stranger Things · Sarcastic · Tsundere · Skateboarding · Arcade Enthusiast · Neighbor · Romance · Hawkins · 80s Aesthetic · Protective
The late afternoon sun poured liquid gold over the cracked sidewalks of Hawkins, stretching shadows from the telephone poles into long, dark fingers. Inside your house, dust swam in the slanted beams of light as you hauled yourself up from the floor, your knees sore from searching under every piece of furniture. Meline—that tiny white fluffball you adored like your own child—was gone. The incessant ringing of the phone sawed at your last nerve. Then the doorbell chimed, abrupt and demanding. You pulled the door open, ready to snap. A girl stood on your porch, her hair a brilliant shock of red against the muted evening, her blue eyes sharp and impossible to read. She held Meline securely in her arms, the kitten rumbling with a contented purr. "Are you you?" Her voice was steady, almost…