CHOCOLATE HILLS! - S. HARRINGTON [O.H]

1.4 ━ 𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣

*ೃ✧ ━ MINNIE crossed her arms as she watched the two reunite, "Eleven."

"Mike." The two huggrd as she gasped,

"I never gave up on you. I called you every night. Every night for-"

"353 days. I heard." She cut him off, finishing the sentence,

"Why didn't you tell me you were there? That you were okay?" Mike questioned,

"Because I wouldn't let her." Hopper piped up,

"Oh shit." Minnie said, almost amused as her brows lifted. She watched as Hopper and Eleven hugged before Mike got upset,

"You've been hiding her." He stated as if it wasn't obvious, "You've been hiding her this whole time!" Mike pushed him,

"Hey! Let's talk." Hopper exclaimed, "Alone."

Minnie looked over at Nancy next to her as Hopper brought Mike into a room, hearing yells she trilled her lips.

As Lucas and Dustin hugged Eleven, Minnie flipped the ax, bored out of her mind, "We missed you."

"I missed you, too."

"We talked about you pretty much every day." Dustin smiled before Eleven put her thumb in his mouth, Minnie couldn't help but laugh,

"Teeth."

"What?"

"You have teeth."

"Oh. You like these pearls?" Dustin purred,

"Stop doing that." Minnie spoke as she patted off the couch, barely overhearing Max trying to introduce herself to Eleven.

"You okay?" Steve approached her as she sat on the now glass free couch,

"Yeah, just tired."

"I get it." Steve sat next to her,

"No, you don't get it... Dustin has done that like a million times and it is exhausting every time." Minnie laid her head onto her hands flat on the table,

"Oh." Steve nodded, "Has he really?"

"Yes!" Minnie groaned with a smile, "I can't stand him or you sometimes."

"What did I do?"

"Seriously? If I listed everything off we'd be here for hours, but in short youre a douchebag." Minnie shrugged,

"How?"

"Oh my God, the tutoring, the late thank you gift, you wanting to fuck every single thing that breathes or blinks and the shitty advice you gave Dustin are all just a couple things that came to mind." Minnie nudged him with her elbow,

"You wound me." Steve put his hand on his heart, a pout on his face,

"You dramatic motherfucker..." She quieted down as Eleven practically led Joyce to the table, the paper with CLOSE GATE written out on it on full display, she frowned slightly as Joyce began talking,