charlotte harrington was a normal kid. she lived with her parents and older brother, steve. she was friends with dustin, mike, lucas, and will. she didn't necessarily like playing d&d, but she still sat through their campaigns to help them in times...
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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧: 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟
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❝ɪᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛs ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ!❞
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𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 separate ways, lucas staying at the arcade while arlo went to roam around. when she had gotten home, it was nightfall. she dropped her bike onto the yard, noticing that steve's car wasn't in the driveway. she sighed, wondering where the boy could be. she dug into her bag and took out her walkie, which she had turned off completely when max had joined her in the backroom. she clicked it back on before she raised the antenna. lucas was still at the arcade and mike was still at will's, so she didn't radio them. she tuned the walkie for a few seconds before she pressed the black button and brought it to her mouth.
"dustin, do you copy?" she said into the radio, lifting her fingers from the button as she waited for an answer. all she got back was static. "dustin henderson! do you copy?"
"oh, now you want to answer! how convenient!" dustin's voice came through, annoyance dripping from his tone. arlo rolled her eyes as she brought the supercomm back to her mouth.
"i turned my walkie off to do something important. i'm sorry, okay?" she apologized.
