𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆, stranger things

⠀ three. the anniversary effect

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˚⋆ ┊ ADVENTURES IN BABYSITTING ┊ ⋆˚
☆⋅⋆ ─ act i. don't you want me, baby?

CHAPTER THREE - the anniversary effect
( episode one ; madmax )

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⠀ ⠀ THERE WAS NO ENJOYMENT FOUND IN LEAVING HER little brother behind, but Peyton had warned him enough times she'd leave without him if he was any later than they discussed. And, it wasn't until she was more than halfway home that the guilt of returning without Parker, seeing the disappointed look on her dad's face, that she finally decided to turn around.

There were a few places Parker could have gone. House of Sinclair, Henderson or Wheeler were high on that list, but closest to their home was the arcade.

Spotting the boys was easy enough. Minus Wheeler and Byers, Peyton spotted the party hiding behind a car to watch the entrance of the arcade. Carefully, Peyton walked on the toes of her combat boots to silence the sound of her footsteps as she crept up on the boys. Arms folded across her chest as she debated waiting any longer or revealing herself before she truly scared the crap out of them, Peyton opted against clearing her first and simply went for the loud, judgmental tone of voice to make them jolt as she asked

"What are you doing, weirdos?" whirling around suddenly, the boys all yelped in shock and fear, relief not yet set in upon seeing their friend's older sister. Brows to the sky, Peyton shifted on her heels, letting her eyes scan over the embarrassed looks on each of their faces, "Are you spying on her?"

"Wh-"

"No!"

"That's-"

"No!" words became nonsense as they scrambled for any kind of plausible excuse, all talking over one another until Peyton waved them for silence like a shitty music conductor in front of the three most annoying instruments in the world

"You realize stalking is not how you get a girlfriend, right?" eyes landing on Lucas's hand, Peyton squinted in disbelief as she did nothing to hide her amused smirk, "Seriously, Sinclair? Binoculars?" at a loss for words, the boys only looked down in shame, but nervous teen sighs were drowned out by the loud roar of Billy's Camaro

Henderson whirled around with wide eyes, grabbing Lucas and forcing him to turn as Parker's guilty gaze lingered on his sister a moment longer, "Ten o'clock,"

"What?"

"Ten o'clock!" deciding to turn when he saw his sister's face drop, Parker's mix of relief and dread was evident by his lopsided expression.

His sister, however, was confidently perturbed. If she was perfectly honest, Peyton would much rather go unnoticed by the Hargrove boy, especially after his shitty attitude toward her the entire rest of the day post-closet-makeout, "Crap!"