Dustin Henderson x F reader

the girl..

After the long police lecture we all knew exactly what we're going to do.

Not what they told us to do.

We got on bikes, and the boys admired mine, a f/c BMX bike that Steve's parents had bought me when I was adopted, they wanted me to live a 'non-russian kid life' like what did they think russian kids do slurp vodka and nuke china? Well I didn't really know what russian kids did, but I don't think they did all of that.
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We rode off and went to a part of the forest the search party wouldn't see or find us if we yelled.

"WILL? WILL? COME ON WE WANNA PLAY D&D MAN! WE'VE GOT YOUR WILL THE WISE FIGURE!" Mike yelled along with Lucas

"W.. - WILL!" I tried my hardest to speak English, so far I could only write and mimic stuff.

It started to heavily rain the gust picking up each time I yelled out for will, the rain hit harder and probably put a dent in the search party's plans.

I felt a burn at the tattoo on my arm, the doctors said it was my number at the orphanage when I was young..

I felt more eyes burning on my back as I turned around,

"будет?! (Will??!)" But instead I turned to see a girl with a shaved head and a yellow fast food shirt on Standing in the pouring rain, crying.